The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber

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The two followed her inside. The house was impeccably clean; the wooden tables and benches were spotless, and the old woman's coarse cloth dress was immaculately washed. Zhao Min was pleased. After drinking some water, she took out a silver ingot and said with a smile, "Grandma, my brother is taking me to my grandmother's house, but I got a cramp on the way and can't walk anymore. I'd like to stay the night at your house and continue my journey early tomorrow morning." The
old woman said, "Staying the night is no problem, and it won't cost much. However, we only have one room and one bed. Even if my husband and I give up our room, you and your brother can't sleep in the same bed. Hehe, little girl, tell me the truth, did you elope with your lover behind your father's back?"
Zhao Min blushed, realizing the old woman's sharp eyes and discerning manner. She thought to herself that the old woman's tone was unlike that of an ordinary peasant woman, and she gave her a few more glances. Although she was hunched over, her eyes were bright and piercing, suggesting she might even possess martial arts skills.
Zhao Min knew Zhang Wuji resembled an ordinary farmer, while her own appearance, demeanor, and mannerisms were definitely not those of a peasant girl. So she quietly said, "Since Mother-in-law has already guessed, I can't hide it from you. This Brother Zeng is my childhood sweetheart. My father disapproved of the marriage because of his poverty. When my mother saw me threatening suicide, she arranged for me to go with him… to leave. My mother said that after three or four years, when we… when we have a child, we can go back home, and even if Father refuses, he'll have no choice but to agree."
As she spoke, her face flushed, and she frequently stole glances at Zhang Wuji, her eyes filled with deep affection. She continued, "My family…" "Most of them are respectable families, and my father is an official. If we get caught, Brother A-Niu will definitely beat me to death by my father. Grandma, I'm telling you this, but please don't tell anyone."
The old woman chuckled and nodded repeatedly: "When I was young, I was quite the ladies' man. Don't worry, I'll give you and your husband my room. This place is secluded, your family won't be able to find you, and even if someone makes things difficult for you, I won't stand idly by." Seeing that Zhao Min was gentle and beautiful, and that she immediately confided her secrets to her, she felt a great liking for her and decided to help them make their marriage possible.
After hearing these words, Zhao Min knew that she was a martial arts figure, and that this place was very close to Shaolin Temple. She didn't know whether she was friends or enemies with Cheng Kun, so she really had to be careful and not reveal any flaws. Therefore, she gracefully bowed and said: "Thank you so much, Grandma, for being willing to help us. Brother A-Niu, come and thank Grandma." Zhang Wuji did as she was told, bowed and thanked her.
The old woman smiled and nodded, immediately offering her room. She set up a makeshift bed in the main hall using wooden planks, covered it with straw, and laid a straw mat on top.
The two entered the room, and Zhang Wuji asked in a low voice, "That old farmer watering the vegetables is even more skilled, did you notice?"
Zhao Min replied, "Ah, I didn't."
Zhang Wuji said, "He carries manure on his shoulders, moving extremely slowly, yet the two manure buckets don't sway at all; that's a very high level of internal strength."
Zhao Min asked, "How does it compare to you?"
Zhang Wuji laughed, "I'll try, I don't know if I can do it." Saying this, he picked her up and carried her on his shoulder, pretending to carry a load.
Zhao Min giggled, "Oh dear! You think I'm a manure bucket?"
Hearing their affectionate laughter from outside, the old woman's slight suspicion vanished instantly.
That evening, the two dined with the old farmer and his wife, and surprisingly, they were served chicken and meat. Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min deliberately and secretly squeezed hands, their elbows touching, like a couple deeply in love eloping, inseparable for even a moment. At first, it was merely an act, but later it became completely natural. The old woman saw this but only smiled, while the old farmer pretended not to notice, continuing to eat with his head down.
After the meal, Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min went into their room and bolted the door. Their playful banter at the dinner table, both genuine and feigned, had stirred their emotions. Zhao Min's pretty face flushed, and she whispered, "This is just an act, it can't be real."
Zhang Wuji pulled her into his arms, kissed her, and whispered, "If it's just an act, how can we have a baby in two or three years to take home for your father to see?"
Zhao Min blushed and said, "Pah, so you were hiding there, eavesdropping on everything I said." Her large, shy, watery eyes stared straight at Zhang Wuji, her face flushed.
Zhang Wuji felt his body burning as Zhao Min's bold gaze burned within him, as if he were about to explode, feeling the warmth emanating from her breath. He turned his face, gently touching Zhao Min's ear, cheek, eyes, and lips. Zhao Min's face was so fair and clean, her lips full and red, her long eyelashes dark and glossy. Zhang Wuji felt a light, warm breath lingering on Zhao Min's lips.
Just as Zhao Min was about to look away, Zhang Wuji tightened his arms around her, and his lips pressed against hers without hesitation. Zhao Min's wet, smooth, slender tongue seemed to carry a faint sweetness. Her tongue skillfully captured Zhang Wuji's tongue, showing no sign of letting go. A
rare moment of privacy for just the two of them. How precious it was for a young couple deeply in love to have their own space and time. At this moment, they both closed their eyes, their hearts pounding, enjoying and capturing each other's wet lips and tongues.
Zhao Min was so excited that she almost fainted. Although unspoken, their desire was palpable, a palpable urge spreading through their bodies. They both longed to make this small earthen house their first bridal chamber.
The long, sweet kiss finally ended. Zhang Wuji lifted Zhao Min by her legs and placed her on the bed. Zhao Min, who had just been lying on her back, immediately wrapped her arms around Zhang Wuji's neck, her small mouth slightly open, her pink tongue seemingly reaching out to kiss him. So the two rolled around on the bed, continuing their kiss, their lips seemingly glued together, their tongues intertwined and swirling. It was as if they wanted to kiss for a lifetime.
As Zhang Wuji's panting mouth left Zhao Min's lips, Zhao Min's tongue involuntarily darted out to chase after it. Zhang Wuji sucked on Zhao Min's outstretched tongue again, then followed suit, inserting his own tongue into her mouth, licking and teasing her nimble tongue and lips, inseparable, until their tongues and lips were stale and slightly numb, their saliva and breath mingling together in their mouths.
Zhang Wuji held Zhao Min tightly with both arms, leaning over her. This was Zhao Min's body. Zhang Wuji, deeply moved, seemed to enter a state of frenzy and delirium, his heart pounding. Staring into Zhao Min's dazed eyes, he breathed hot air into her mouth and said, "Min-mei, I love you."
Zhao Min opened her misty eyes, looked at Zhang Wuji, and asked softly, as if exhaling a breath, "Brother Wuji, you're not lying to me, are you?"
Zhang Wuji replied, "How could I lie to you, Min-mei?"
Then he said, "Min-mei, give yourself to me tonight!"
Zhao Min didn't say anything more, burying her face in Zhang Wuji's chest
and nodding. Zhang Wuji kissed Zhao Min's neck and head as he trembled as he undressed her. Zhao Min remained motionless as Zhang Wuji clumsily removed her clothes. Zhao Min was wearing a very ordinary red undergarment and a loose, thin cotton panty that reached above her knees—the same one she seemed to have worn on the boat. As Zhang Wuji helped her undress, her panties clung tightly to Zhao Min's body, forming a Y-shape with her groin and mons pubis. Zhang Wuji knew that below lay the fleshy crevice he had never fully explored.
After removing Zhao Min's clothes, he saw her only wearing a bodice and panties, revealing her snow-white body. Her full, snow-white breasts, supported by the red bodice, created a beautiful cleavage, her full and alluring breasts standing tall, each topped with a ripe cherry-like nipple. Her flat stomach appeared remarkably smooth, and her rounded buttocks were encased in thin panties. Beneath the white panties, a faint, mysterious black area was visible, and her long, slender, snow-white thighs were smooth and tender.
Zhang Wuji gazed at Zhao Min's snow-white, smooth skin, slightly flushed, her voluptuous, fair body possessing beautiful curves. He felt her flesh was as perfectly proportioned as a sculpture, without a single flaw. Zhao Min's youthful breasts were subtly yet strikingly prominent beneath her thin clothing. Zhang Wuji's hand trembled slightly as he moved it towards her breasts. He couldn't help but swallow hard, and gently caressed her full, rounded breasts.
When Zhang Wuji's handkerchief touched her breasts, Zhao Min's body trembled slightly. She closed her eyes, accepting this rare tenderness. The warm touch spread gently from her breasts throughout her body, filling her with a subtle sweetness, while waves of pleasure and lust surged from her lower body.
Zhang Wuji reached under Zhao Min's bodice, pinching her nipple between his fingers and kneading her soft, elastic breasts. His other hand reached behind her back, untying the bodice's strings. Her taut breasts parted like a pool of spring water, revealing a pair of incredibly beautiful breasts. In that instant, Zhang Wuji's heart pounded. In that tremor, he vaguely saw Zhao Min's nipples glowing with a rosy, glistening light, small and delicate, like budding flowers, or like lively little sprites. Her round, elastic breasts seemed to spring forth eagerly, trembling and erect; her small, pink nipples, stimulated by Zhang Wuji's touch, stood erect; the beautiful, slightly red areolas accentuated the nipples, making Zhang Wuji's mouth water, wanting to bite them. These were the nipples of the girl Zhang Wuji had longed for day and night!
"Mmm...mmm...oh..." Zhang Wuji finally got his wish and lowered his head to suckle Zhao Min's cherry-like nipples. On the other side, he pinched the nipple that was throbbing from the stimulation with his fingers, pressing his entire palm against her full, hemispherical breast and stroking it in a circular motion. He felt his mouth full of water, a delicate fragrance wafting around him, as if Zhao Min's slightly swollen, full, and luscious nipples were trembling between his lips, secreting sweet juice.
"Brother Wuji..." Zhao Min murmured, reaching out her hand, which Zhang Wuji grasped tightly.
Zhang Wuji sucked on the hard kernel, the taste slightly sweet. As his tongue moved around, Zhao Min's body shrank.
"Ah...mmm...oh..." Stimulated by this, Zhao Min felt her brain go numb, and at the same time, her whole body was burning as if in a dream, feeling like she was about to faint.
Zhang Wuji's sucking and caressing made her body involuntarily twist up and down, and the tender flesh of her vagina and uterus began to flow with moist lustful fluid. Zhang Wuji sucked and held her nipple forcefully, his tongue swirling up and down, left and right. He pressed down hard on her other breast, kneading its firm, white flesh, his fingers kneading and pinching her nipple.
Zhao Min, as if afraid he would run away, clung tightly to Zhang Wuji's head, pressing it against her breast. This fueled Zhang Wuji's lust, making him suckle even more vigorously and knead her breast with even greater force.
This teasing pressing and sucking made Zhao Min feel unbearably itchy and tingling all over. Her breasts felt numb yet itchy, a tingling sensation spreading deep into her bones.
She savored this unprecedented feeling, clenching her teeth in ecstasy, her breath coming in rapid gasps, letting Zhang Wuji play with her beautiful body.
"Oh...good brother...oh..."
After a while, Zhang Wuji's hand reluctantly withdrew, passing under her smooth abdomen and reaching down to Zhao Min's panties. He untied the waistband and was about to slip his hand inside.
Zhao Min grabbed him with one hand. She lay on her back, her long, loose hair piled up like clouds on the pillow. Her breasts and arms were fair, her whole body snow-white, and her bright, dreamy eyes gazed at Zhang Wuji. She said, "Brother Wuji, be gentle, I'm afraid it will hurt."
Zhang Wuji's throat tightened, and before he could speak, Zhao Min's hand hooked him down and reached inside his clothes from behind, caressing his back. Without thinking, Zhang Wuji stretched his palm down and pressed it against her high, hairy vulva, rubbing it back and forth.
Ah, this is Min-mei's vulva! After thinking about it for so long, he finally touched it. Ever since seeing Zhao Min's pubic hair on Icefire Island, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but indulge himself in bed whenever he thought of that dark, glossy, unfathomable patch of pubic hair. Now, he could finally touch that tormenting vulva with his own hands.
Zhang Wuji held Zhao Min tightly with his left arm, parted her pubic hair with his right fingers, and gently stroked her vulva. Then he slipped his hand inside Zhao Min's plump, tender labia, rubbing and kneading her swollen clitoris, which had become swollen with excitement. Zhao Min's labia were already hard and swollen, and her deep slit was overflowing with lustful fluid, feeling warm, hot, and sticky to Zhang Wuji's hand.
"Ah..." Zhao Min cried out loudly, surprising even herself, and blushing at the same time. This wasn't because her slit was being touched, but because of the intense, sensual pleasure she was experiencing. Zhao Min was afraid that the farmer couple in the outer room would hear her. She felt as if her uterus deep inside her vagina was melting, with her juices flowing out continuously. She also felt Zhang Wuji's fingers penetrating and moving inside her.
"Ah...no, Brother Wuji...!" Zhao Min cried out, tightly hugging Zhang Wuji with her arms.
Zhang Wuji held her tightly with one hand, and stroked her cheek with the other, asking, "Does it hurt? Do you hate it?"
"Ah...no..." Zhao Min's private parts were already fully wet. Zhang Wuji's fingers moved smoothly, caressing her engorged clitoris. Zhao Min hugged Zhang Wuji even tighter, making weak sounds.
"Ah...oh...you little lecher...ah...ah...Brother Wuji..." Zhao Min called out to Zhang Wuji in a dreamlike voice. Zhang Wuji responded by hugging her tighter and quickening the movement of his fingers.
"Ah...no, Brother Wuji...there...no...ah..." Her fingertips dug into Zhang Wuji's shoulder, panting and shaking her head, saying, "No...ah...ah..."
Zhang Wuji's left hand embraced Zhao Min, and he stretched her plump, white arms up, coiling them above his head, the soft, dark hair under her armpits seemingly exuding a faint fragrance; his right hand probed and teased her smooth vulva, rotating incessantly, arousing the tender flesh of Zhao Min's vaginal walls to contract and spasm.
Then he climbed between Zhao Min's legs and saw that there were already traces of vaginal fluid seeping through the middle of the panties she was wearing. He immediately pulled down Zhao Min's panties, and there was a white cotton handkerchief under them! There was also a thin rope below her lower abdomen, the two ends of the handkerchief running along her vulva and buttocks, one end tied below her navel, the other end tied at her lower back?
Perhaps this was something a girl used to prevent the vaginal fluid from wetting her panties? But after twisting, the already narrow towel tightened, sinking into her vulva. Even more striking, Zhao Min's pubic hair peeked out from both sides of the towel, lying cutely on her vulva, resembling a character with many horizontal strokes. Zhang
Wuji's heart pounded with excitement, as if it would leap out of his throat. He licked his dry lips, desperately suppressing his lust, and untied the slipknot, wanting to slowly savor the fragrant, warm flesh.
As the white towel and the thin rope below Zhao Min's abdomen were removed, her vulva was fully exposed. Zhang Wuji looked at the dark tuft of pubic hair between her legs, neatly covering her private parts. Her pubic hair wasn't very thick, but it grew quite neatly, lying on her vulva as if it had been groomed. Her labia were an alluring pink, tightly closed, with vaginal fluid flowing out, looking incredibly sexy. When the pubic hair was parted, small buds could be clearly seen peeking out from the upper part of her labia.
Zhang Wuji then gently parted Zhao Min's labia with his hands, revealing her vaginal opening. Her entire vulva was a pinkish hue. As Zhao Min shyly writhed, the muscles within her vulva writhed incessantly, stimulating Zhang Wuji to the point of complete breakdown. Without hesitation, he moved his face towards the wet opening, extending his tongue to lick Zhao Min's pitiful clitoris, sometimes fiercely, sometimes passionately, sucking and biting, even gently nibbling with his teeth; he also occasionally plunged his tongue deep into her vagina, stirring it around. His nose breathed in the sea-like, slightly salty scent emanating from her vulva through the soft pubic hair, while his mouth sucked on her clitoris, labia minora, and urethra.
Zhao Min, already ashamed, covered her face with the clothes scattered on the bed. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks burning, and apart from the pearl necklace around her neck, her fair and delicate body was completely naked. Under Zhang Wuji's subtle touch, she grew increasingly excited. Though she still uttered words of pleading, her waist and hips arched wildly, thrusting her lower body towards Zhang Wuji's mouth. She yearned for his tongue to penetrate deeper, to stimulate her more intensely. The blissful, ecstatic sensations, the waves of passion and pleasure, made her tremble.
Zhang Wuji's tongue gave her waves of pleasure, quickly overwhelming her reason. Her uterus gushed forth even more fluids like a raging torrent. At this moment, she was solely focused on the waves of pleasure, intoxicated by her heightened passion. Whatever Zhang Wuji did, she accepted it without hesitation. Zhang Wuji's tongue began to move more intensely, scooping from her vulva, drawing her labia majora into his mouth, and using the tip of his tongue to cleanse her urethra. With this wave of exquisite excitement, she was almost driven mad.
"Oh...I can't take it anymore...Oh...Oh..."
Zhang Wuji's tongue kept swirling around the vagina and clitoris, the most sensitive areas of a woman's body. This made Zhao Min's whole body feel like it was being electrocuted, numb, sore, and itchy. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the wonderful sensation.
Zhao Min's appearance made Zhang Wuji's lust even higher. He hurriedly stripped off his clothes, and his big penis, which was now standing tall like an angry horse, was at least seven inches long. His penis was raised to his abdomen, and the red glans was as big as a child's fist, with bulging veins. Zhao Min turned her face away shyly.
However, the intoxicated and shy expression on Zhao Min's pink face made Zhang Wuji's desire unbearable; and hearing her soft moans was truly unbearable for him. He frantically pressed down on Zhao Min's full body, first rubbing his big penis against the outside of her labia for a while, and then kissing her bright red mouth tightly.
Zhao Min wrapped her arms around Zhang Wuji's broad back, rubbing her pert breasts, glistening with sweat and Zhang Wuji's saliva, against his chest. Her legs were raised high to the sides, ready for his advances. Her eyes were half-open, her tongue darting into Zhang Wuji's mouth, their lips locked in a kiss.
After teasing Zhao Min's labia for a while, Zhang Wuji felt her juices flowing more and more, his glans completely wet. He grasped his penis, pressing it against her labia: "Is it okay?"
"..." Zhao Min breathed heavily, looking up at Zhang Wuji, and nodded.
"Open your legs a little wider."
"Mmm..." Zhao Min trembled slightly.
Zhang Wuji lifted her knees, gripping his penis and pressing it against the entrance.
"Ah... Brother Wuji!" Zhao Min grabbed Zhang Wuji tightly.
He stopped: "Don't you want to?"
"No!" After a slight hesitation, Zhao Min shook her head: "No, I want to..."
Zhang Wuji nodded, silently lowering the tip, thrusting his hips forward, and with a "whoosh," the huge glans pushed open the soft labia and entered.
"Ah..."
"It's alright, Min-mei, it's alright." Zhang Wuji hugged the very frightened Zhao Min tightly, whispering in her ear: "Relax, take it easy!"
The love juice was a little cold, but Zhao Min's body was burning hot. The hymen blocked the tip, but the resistance wasn't so strong anymore. Zhang Wuji thought that slowly, perhaps it wouldn't hurt her too much, so he used a two-in-one-out method to insert little by little.
"Ah...it hurts! Ah, Brother Wuji..." When the thickest part entered, Zhao Min groaned softly in pain. Zhang Wuji's penis was completely inside Zhao Min.
"It's in! Does it hurt?"
"A little...but...it's okay..." Zhao Min showed a complex expression of both crying and laughing.
Zhang Wuji began to move his waist.
"Ah..."
"Does it hurt?"
"No, it's... okay..."
Even if it wasn't excruciating pain, it still hurt, right? There must be a foreign object in it, but Zhao Min said it was alright, and Zhang Wuji comforted her by kissing her lips.
"If it's too uncomfortable, wait a while!"
"Mmm... it won't...!"
"What?"
"Brother Wuji, I... I'm so happy!"
The large glans and the penis were already deeply and firmly inserted, and Zhang Wuji felt as if he had suddenly slid into a warm, soft pool.
Zhao Min's body tensed up, and Zhang Wuji saw Zhao Min crying from the pain. He tenderly licked away her tears with his tongue, not daring to thrust rashly, but instead using a rotating motion, slowly twisting his buttocks.
Zhao Min felt the pain slowly subside, followed by an indescribable tingling, numbness, soreness, and itchiness that filled every cell of her body. This was a pleasure she had never experienced before in her life. She began to twist her hips, allowing the penis to relieve the tingling in her vagina.
Her ecstatic expression ignited Zhang Wuji's primal instincts, his lust intensifying, his penis swelling, and he could no longer be gentle or tender. He pressed himself tightly against her voluptuous body, his hips thrusting forcefully.
"Oh..." Zhao Min groaned in pain, clenching her teeth. She felt as if a giant cork had been forced between her legs. Zhang Wuji's penis thrust back and forth in her tight opening, the pressure between her thighs filling her with a sensation that shot straight to her throat, causing her to breathe irregularly. The enormous penis reached her cervix, and intense stimulation surged through her lower abdomen in waves. Zhao Min was surprised to find that the pleasure emanating from her uterus was generating a strange sexual desire within her.
She couldn't believe the intense pleasure she was experiencing. She instinctively felt fear, but Zhang Wuji's penis continued to thrust in and out, gradually numbing Zhao Min's mind
. In her blank thoughts, she could only instinctively accept his penis. As the thrusting speed increased, the pleasure in Zhao Min's lower body rapidly intensified.
Each thrust caused Zhao Min to twist her snow-white buttocks back and forth, her full, snow-white breasts bobbing up and down with the movements. Zhao Min's wanton reactions further fueled Zhang Wuji's lust.
He lifted Zhao Min's legs high above her head, penetrating even deeper. His penis began to thrust violently again, the tip repeatedly hitting the uterine wall, making Zhao Min feel as if she were reaching her very core, yet also experiencing an immense sense of fulfillment. Sparks of lust ignited in Zhao Min's eyes, and she felt an electric shock throughout her body. Zhang Wuji continued to knead Zhao Min's already hardened nipples and her pair of firm, delicate breasts. Zhao Min almost lost consciousness; her mouth opened, her jaw trembled slightly, and she continuously emitted wanton moans.
Later, her whole body stiffened and arched, a sign of impending orgasm. Her pink face tilted back, and her sweat-drenched breasts trembled incessantly. Waves of pleasure seemed to open every pore of her skin. She collapsed limply onto the bed, but her body still seemed to retain a strong afterglow, her whole body still trembling slightly. When Zhang Wuji withdrew his penis, the emptiness made Zhao Min involuntarily let out a soft moan.
Zhang Wuji flipped Zhao Min over, making her knees on all fours with her buttocks raised high. Her labia majora, still engorged and red from their recent intercourse, contrasted sharply with her snow-white thighs. The dark pubic hair surrounding her swollen labia was soaked with her vaginal fluid, which continued to gush out as her position changed, dripping onto the bed. While Zhao Min was still breathing slightly, Zhang Wuji's penis entered her from behind again, rotating and changing its angle as he went in.
"Ah... I don't want to..." Waves of intense pain and desire surged from her uterus. Zhao Min felt almost melt, waves of overwhelming pleasure washing over her lower abdomen as she swallowed his penis, while her vaginal fluid continued to overflow.
"Oh... good... faster... faster... oh..."
Zhang Wuji held Zhao Min's buttocks and thrust repeatedly, while his other hand rubbed her clitoris with his fingers. Zhao Min's genitals, still sensitive from her recent orgasm, were now completely aroused. Her mind was blank and confused; her girlish shame had vanished. These sudden, intense changes unleashed her primal lust. She craved the stimulation from her beloved man, her hips twitching incessantly, emitting sweet, wanton moans: "Ah...oh...oh..."
Zhang Wuji thrust violently, intensely stimulating Zhao Min's burning flesh, causing it to writhe beautifully, the tender flesh inside clinging to his penis. Due to the intense thrusting, Zhao Min reached several climaxes, each one nearly plunging her into a semi-conscious state.
After another climax, Zhang Wuji carried Zhao Min to the floor and forcefully lifted her left leg.
"Ah..." Zhao Min lost her balance and fell to the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the edge behind her back.
“Minmei, I’m here…” He spread Zhao Min’s long legs apart and thrust once more violently into her already climaxing vagina.
Zhang Wuji pumped in and out forcefully. Zhao Min’s lower body was extremely sensitive at this moment; she let out sweet moans, and her breasts swayed with her movements. At this moment, Zhang Wuji grabbed Zhao Min’s buttocks with both hands, lifting her body up. Zhao Min felt as if she was floating in the air, so she could only hug his neck tightly and clamp her legs around his waist.
Zhang Wuji, with his belly protruding, slowly walked a few steps around the room. He would stop after two or three steps, making a bouncing thrusting motion, and then begin to stroll again. At this moment, his huge penis went even deeper, almost reaching her cervix. The incredibly intense pressure made Zhao Min open her mouth halfway, tilting her head back to reveal her snow-white neck. Because of the continuous waves of orgasm, Zhao Min found it difficult to breathe, and her snow-white, full breasts rose and fell with the thrusting movements.
After carrying Zhao Min for a while, Zhang Wuji laid her on the bed, lying on her back, and began his final thrusts. He grabbed Zhao Min's legs, spreading them 180 degrees, and his penis thrust in and out repeatedly, squeezing out her vaginal fluids onto the bed. Although Zhao Min's body was limp after her orgasm, she seemed to still have the strength to respond to Zhang Wuji's attacks, raising her chest and twisting her snow-white buttocks.
"Ugh... ah... oh..." Zhao Min made sounds that were hard to distinguish between crying and panting, coordinating with Zhang Wuji's thrusts, rotating her alluring buttocks, the mucous membrane inside her vagina surrounding his penis, drawing it in forcefully.
"Ah... I can't take it anymore... oh... oh..."
Zhang Wuji held Zhao Min's fragrant shoulder with one hand and rubbed her breasts with the other, his penis thrusting faster and harder into her opening and closing vagina. Zhao Min also raised her lower body, and Zhang Wuji used all his strength, thrusting desperately, his large glans hitting Zhao Min's uterus like raindrops.
"Minmei, I'm coming!" Zhang Wuji roared, beginning his violent ejaculation. As Zhao Min's cervix felt the spray of Zhang Wuji's semen, she immediately reached the peak of her own orgasm. She felt she had no strength left to breathe, a near-death experience.
After ejaculating, Zhang Wuji lay on top of Zhao Min, holding her tightly. Zhao Min was too weak to move, her snow-white body limp on the bed, covered in sweat, only her chest rising and falling with her breath. She felt an indescribable beauty slowly melting through her body…
Lying in the warm bed, Zhao Min tightly embraced Zhang Wuji, her head resting on his left chest as he lay supine, her lower body pressed tightly against his, their thighs intertwined. Zhang Wuji also held Zhao Min's still-passionate body tightly, his right hand gently stroking her back. Zhao Min closed her eyes like a docile cat, accepting Zhang Wuji's caresses; they were both lost in the afterglow of their sexual pleasure.
Slowly, Zhang Wuji's hand slowed down, and Zhao Min, feeling satisfied and at ease, fell asleep.
Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she suddenly heard footsteps approaching rapidly, and someone quickly rushed to the door. Zhao Min reached out to push Zhang Wuji, who, having also woken up at the sound, reached out to push her back. Their hands touched and clasped together.
A clear voice outside the door said, "Greetings, Mr. and Mrs. Du. An old friend has come to visit at night; will you find it impolite?"
After a while, the old woman inside said, "Is this the Three Swords of Qinghai? My husband and I fled all the way from western Sichuan to this place, having grown afraid of your Yuzhen Temple. We only had a minor grudge over a small matter; there's no real deep-seated hatred. After so many years, why does Yuzhen Temple still persist in this relentless pursuit? As the saying goes: even killing someone is just a matter of a head falling to the ground.
" The man outside laughed and said, "If you two are truly afraid, kowtow three times to us, and Yuzhen Temple will let bygones be bygones." The wooden door creaked open, and the old woman said, "Your information network is truly impressive; you've actually tracked us down here."
At that moment, the full moon was waning, its silvery light spilling across the ground. Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min, without even dressing, got out of bed naked and peered through the crack in the wall. They saw three Taoist priests in yellow robes standing outside. The middle one, with a short, bushy beard, was short and stout. He said, "Will you, my dear husband, kowtow in apology, or will you settle this with double-hooked chain spears?"
Before the old woman could answer, the deaf-mute old man strode out, stood before the door, hands on his hips, and coldly stared at the three priests. The old woman followed him out and stood beside her husband.
The short-bearded Taoist said, "Why is Elder Du silent, disdainful of speaking with the Three Swords of Qinghai?" The old woman replied, "My husband is deaf; he cannot hear what you three are saying." The short-bearded Taoist exclaimed, "Elder Du's ability to discern weapons by sound is unparalleled in the martial world. How can he be deaf? What a pity, what a pity."
The fatter Taoist beside him drew his long sword with a whoosh and said, "Du Baidang, Yi Sanniang, why aren't you using weapons?"
The old woman, Yi Sanniang, said, "Taoist Ma, you are still so impatient. Taoist Masters Shao, it's been years since I last saw you; your hair has turned gray. Heh heh, you can't even let go of such trivial matters. What's the point?" Suddenly, she raised both hands, each palm flashing with blue light, each holding three short swords less than half a foot long, for a total of six swords.
The deaf-mute old man, Du Baidung, also raised his hand, holding six short knives in each palm. He rolled the knives from his left hand to his right, and from his right hand to his left, as if his fingers were interlaced, with unparalleled skill.
The three Taoists were stunned; they had never seen such weapons in the martial arts world. They called them throwing knives, but throwing knives were never used in this way. Du Baidung was renowned in western Sichuan for his double hooks, and his wife, Yi Sanniang, was skilled with a chain spear. Now, the couple had abandoned their weapons, honed over decades; these twelve short knives must possess extremely powerful and bizarre techniques.
The fat Taoist, Ma Fatong, brandished his longsword and solemnly recited: "The Three Talents Sword Formation: Heaven, Earth, and Man." The short-bearded Taoist, Shao He, added: "Lightning chases the stars, rushing forth from Jade Truth." The three Taoists spread out, instantly surrounding the Du couple.
Zhang Wuji observed the three Taoists weaving left and right, seemingly performing the Three Powers Sword Formation but not actually doing so. Their three longswords formed a net of light, yet they made no move against each other. When the three Taoists had taken seven or eight steps, Zhang Wuji understood their strategy, thinking, "These three Taoists are incredibly cunning. They claim it's the Three Powers Sword Formation, but it actually conceals the Five Elements. If the enemy believes them and tries to break it according to the Three Powers, they'll be trapped in the Five Elements and unable to escape injury. For three people to form a Five Elements Sword Formation, each person must control more than one element's interactions. Their lightness skill and swordsmanship are truly remarkable."
The Du couple stood back to back, their four hands gleaming with silver light as they wielded twelve short swords in a series of alternating movements. Not only did they exchange swords between their hands, but Du Baidung's sword was passed to Yi Sanniang, and Yi Sanniang's sword to Du Baidung, yet each sword was never tossed aside, always being passed back and forth obediently.
Zhao Min, finding it strange, asked in a low voice, "What kind of magic trick are they performing?"
Zhang Wuji frowned but didn't answer. After watching for a while, he suddenly said, "Ah, I understand. He's afraid of my godfather's Lion's Roar."
Zhao Min asked, "What Lion's Roar?"
Zhang Wuji nodded repeatedly, then suddenly sneered, "Hmph, with this little skill, you think you can slay lions and subdue tigers?"
Zhao Min was puzzled and asked, "What kind of riddle are you spouting? Talking to yourself is very confusing."
Zhang Wuji said in a low voice, "These five are all my godfather's enemies. That old man is afraid of my godfather's Lion's Roar, so he deliberately deafened himself..." A series of rapid, continuous clanging sounds rang out, and the five men were already engaged in combat.
The three swordsmen of Qinghai attacked five times in succession, but all were blocked by the Du couple. The twelve short swords in their hands swirled and circled, forming three halos under the moonlight, surrounding them and providing an extremely tight defense. Having failed to gain the upper hand in their prolonged attack, the three swordsmen of Qinghai immediately switched to defense. Du Baidui lunged forward, his short sword swiftly aiming for the abdomen of the thin Taoist priest, Shao Yan.
There's a saying in martial arts: "An inch longer, an inch stronger; an inch shorter, an inch more dangerous." The short sword, no more than five inches long, was indeed extremely dangerous. He unleashed three swift, deadly strikes, all aimed at the enemy, with absolutely no intention of defending himself. Ma Fatong and Shao He swung their longswords, but Yi Sanniang parried them both with her own blade, revealing that the couple had mastered this sword technique—one attacking, one defending, their movements perfectly coordinated, the attacker focusing solely on offense and the defender solely on defense, without needing to attend to both.
Shao Yan, forced into a frantic retreat by Du Baidui's three consecutive thrusts, kept his hands and feet on the line. Du Baidui plunged into his arms, each strike aimed at a vital spot, the danger growing ever greater. Shao He let out a long howl, his swordplay changing, and he and Ma Fatong's two longswords joined from the side, forming a sword net that kept Du Baidui at least three feet away. The three swordsmen's combined defense was impenetrable.
Zhang Wuji chuckled softly and whispered in Zhao Min's ear, "These two sword and saber techniques were learned to deal with my godfather. Look at them, they're more defensive than offensive; their strength lies in defense. Even if they fight for a whole day and night, they won't be able to determine a winner." Sure enough, Du Baidung focused on defense rather than offense.
Zhao Min whispered, "The Golden-Haired Lion King's martial arts are superb. How can these five guys win by relying solely on defense?"
The five men exchanged blows, using seven or eight different moves, yet it was still difficult to determine a winner. Suddenly, Ma Fatong shouted, "Stop!" and leaped out of the circle. Du Baidung also retreated, his silver beard fluttering, exuding an imposing aura.
Ma Fatong: "Your Excellency and your wife, are you practicing this sword technique to slay lions?"
Yi Sanniang exclaimed, "Eh?" and said, "Your eye is quite sharp."
Ma Fatong: "Your Excellency and your wife have a blood feud with Xie Xun for killing your son. Such a deep-seated hatred must be avenged. Now that you've discovered your enemy is in Shaolin Temple, why not settle things sooner rather than later?"
Yi Sanniang glanced sideways and said, "This is my and your wife's private matter; there's no need for you to concern yourself with it, Daoist." Ma
Fatong: "The feud between Yuzhen Temple and your wife, as Yi Sanniang said, is just a trivial matter. Why is it worth risking your lives for?" "Fight? Why don't we turn enemies into friends and join forces to find Xie Xun?"
Yi Sanniang said, "Does Yuzhen Temple also have a grudge against Xie Xun?"
Ma Fatong replied, "No grudge, hehe." Yi Sanniang said, "Since you have no enmity with Xie Xun, why bother practicing this sword technique? Our moves are different in principle but ultimately the same, both used to counter the Seven Injury Fist."
Ma Fatong said, "Yi Sanniang has a good eye! I don't lie in front of a true person. Yuzhen Temple just wants to borrow the Dragon-Slaying Saber to take a look."
Yi Sanniang nodded and quickly wrote a few words on Du Baidung's palm with her finger. Du Baidung also wrote words on her palm with his finger.
The couple talked for a while using their fingers instead of their tongues. Yi Sanniang said, "My husband and I only seek revenge. We are willing to give our lives for it, and we have no intention of relinquishing the Dragon-Slaying Saber."
Ma Fatong happily said, "That's excellent. The five of us will join forces to storm Shaolin Temple. You and your wife will kill and avenge your family, and Yuzhen Temple will obtain a precious saber. With our combined efforts, we can easily achieve great success. Both sides will get what they want without harming each other."
The five of them then clasped their hands in a pledge and swore a solemn oath. The Du couple then invited the three Taoist priests into the house to discuss their plan for revenge and to seize the saber.
The three swordsmen of Qinghai entered the house and sat down. Seeing that the door to the next room was tightly closed, they couldn't help but peek inside a few more times. Yi Sanniang laughed, "The three of you needn't be suspicious. They're a young couple from Dadu, eloping from home. The woman is as beautiful as a jade maiden, while the man is a rough and uncouth fellow, neither of
them knowing any martial arts." Ma Fatong said, "Sanniang, please don't be offended. It's not that I don't believe in your abilities, but what we're plotting is far too significant, and it has aroused the jealousy of many heroes. If the news leaks out, I'm afraid..."
Yi Sanniang laughed, "We've been fighting for so long, and this young couple is still sleeping like logs. Master Ma, be careful, it wouldn't hurt to take a look with your own eyes." Saying this, she went to push the door, but it was bolted from the inside. Zhang
Wuji thought that he could find clues to rescue his adoptive father from these five people. He wasn't in a hurry to get rid of them, so he immediately picked up Zhao Min, crawled into the quilt, and lay down on the bed. Then, the bolt was broken by Shao He using his internal energy. Yi Sanniang, holding a candlestick, walked in, followed by the Three Swords of Qinghai.
Seeing the candlelight, Zhang Wuji, still half-asleep, stared blankly at Yi Sanniang. Ma Fatong swiftly thrust his sword towards his throat, the attack both fierce and swift. Zhang Wuji cried out in surprise, his upper body jolting forward, his head and neck landing squarely on the sword tip.
Ma Fatong withdrew his sword, thinking that this man truly knew no martial arts; even the most daring martial artist would not dare to ignore such a strike. Zhao Min let out a soft "hmm," still unconscious, her pretty face flushed, her beauty enhanced by the candlelight. Her snow-white shoulders peeked out from under the covers, seemingly naked.
Shao He said, "Yi Sanniang is right, let's go out!" The five closed the door and returned to the hall.
Zhang Wuji slipped into Zhao Min's bed, embracing her warm, fragrant body, gently kneading her breasts, while listening intently to the conversation in the outer room. Ma Fatong asked, "Are you two absolutely certain that Xie Xun is indeed at Shaolin Temple?"
Yi Sanniang replied, "That's absolutely true. Shaolin Temple has already sent out invitations for heroes, and they'll be holding a lion-slaying ceremony there on the Dragon Boat Festival. If they fail to capture Xie Xun, how can they bear the shame in front of all the heroes of the world?"
Ma Fatong hummed in agreement and continued, "The Shaolin monk Kongjian died at Xie Xun's hands. Shaolin monks and lay disciples alike are naturally determined to avenge him. You two only need to enter the temple on the Dragon Boat Festival, open your eyes, and watch your enemy offer his neck for execution. You'll avenge your blood feud without expending a single effort. Why must you, Elder Du, ruin this?" "A pair of ears, and you're willing to risk offending the Shaolin Sect?"
Yi Sanniang sneered. "My husband destroyed both his ears five years ago. Besides, our only beloved son was innocently killed by the villain Xie Xun. We, the old couple, have a deep-seated hatred for him. How could we entrust the revenge for killing our son to someone else? Whenever we encounter that villain Xie, the first thing this old woman does is deafen herself. We only wish to die with him. Heh heh, ever since my beloved son was killed by him, we, the old couple, have long lost all attachment to this world. Offending the Shaolin Sect or the Wudang Sect, at worst, we'll be torn to pieces. What's the point?"
Hearing her words from the next room, Zhang Wuji was deeply moved by the depth of her resentment, which was truly terrifying. He thought, "My adoptive father suffered at the hands of Cheng Kun, and his resentment has been vented on many innocent people. This couple, the Dus, don't seem to be bad people; they're just heartbroken by the tragic death of their son, which is why they've been plotting to kill my adoptive father for revenge. Such a grudge can't be resolved through mediation. I can only rescue my adoptive father and stay far away from them to avoid adding to their sins."
At this moment, he heard no sound from the five people in the next room. Zhang Wuji got out of bed and peeked through the crack in the wall, seeing Du... The couple and Ma Fatong dipped their fingers in tea and wrote on the table, thinking to themselves, "These five are truly cautious. Although they trust that Minmei and I are not from the martial world, they still fear they might leak secrets. Alas, my godfather has countless enemies in the martial world, and even more people covet the Dragon-Slaying Saber. They'll likely try to strike before the Dragon Boat Festival; the number is countless. These people are either cunning and ruthless. If Shaolin Temple is even slightly negligent, my godfather will suffer a great calamity. We must rescue him as soon as possible."
The five men continued their secret discussion, writing with their fingers. Zhang Wuji returned to bed, lifted Zhao Min's blanket, and found her blushing, covering her breasts and pubic hair with her hands. Deep within her flesh, a clear, lustful fluid had seeped out, wetting her pubic hair. Zhang Wuji embraced her burning body and slowly caressed her breasts. Zhao Min groaned and gasped. Zhang Wuji directly grasped her firm, jade-like breasts, and as he stroked her nipples with his palm, the tips slowly hardened.
Zhang Wuji pulled her handkerchief to his crotch. "Ah..." Zhao Min's whole body stiffened. Zhang Wuji kissed her shy face and whispered, "Min-mei, come here!"
Zhao Min glanced at Zhang Wuji, nodded stiffly, and timidly grasped Zhang Wuji's penis.
"A little more force, like this... like this..." Zhang Wuji murmured, gently sucking on Zhao Min's neck and lightly caressing her breasts.
"Rubbing it, moving your hand up and down."
Zhao Min nodded, awkwardly stroking Zhang Wuji's penis. The numbing pleasure made Zhang Wuji groan softly, "Okay! Min-mei..."
Zhao Min breathed heavily, while Zhang Wuji rubbed her nipples with his fingertips.
"Mmm...ah...Brother Wuji..." Zhao Min lightly pinched Zhang Wuji's penis: "Don't move, or I won't serve you anymore."
Zhang Wuji liked her teasing; he found it extremely amusing, even arguing with her was fun, though he often lost to her. He was willing to lose to her, to her sharp tongue. He felt her hands roaming over his body; so this was how pleasurable it was for a girl to serve a man with her hands. He closed his eyes, letting Zhao Min stroke his penis up and down.
Later, just before his climax, Zhang Wuji pulled her hands away, changed position, and lay on top of her again. To avoid being overheard by those in the outer room, their lovemaking wasn't as intense this time. In the darkness, he lay on top of Zhao Min, deeply inserting his penis into her flesh. He thrust his hips forcefully, firmly, one stroke at a time. Because they dared not make a sound, their movements were slow, allowing their desires to be released gradually, enabling them to savor the pleasure of sex.
When Zhang Wuji finally ejaculated into Zhao Min's body, both felt an unprecedented sense of release and exhaustion. Afterwards, they lay on their sides, Zhang Wuji holding Zhao Min curled up in his arms like a spoon from behind, his hands on her breasts, his limp penis pressed tightly against her cool buttocks, preparing for the next thrust. The next
day, just as dawn was breaking, Zhang Wuji felt Zhao Min in his arms trying to get up. Still half-asleep, he reached for her lower body again.
"Brother Wuji, I need to pee," Zhao Min whispered in Zhang Wuji's ear.
In this remote rural area, there was no clean toilet like in wealthy homes; there was only a wooden bucket, presumably for convenience, on the floor in the corner of the bed. Zhang Wuji sat up abruptly, one arm around Zhao Min's fair body, the other parting her pubic hair, pinching her erect clitoris, which was throbbing from holding her urine, and gently rubbing it. He whispered in her ear, "Min-mei, let me carry you!"
Since light was already streaming through the window, Zhao Min dared not be as unrestrained as she had been at night. Just as she was about to refuse, Zhang Wuji had already scooped her legs up with one hand and held her back with the other, lifting
her naked from the covers. One of Zhao Min's small nipples pressed tightly against Zhang Wuji's chest, the nipple, erect from the cold stimulation, being squeezed into her breast flesh. Zhang Wuji carried her to the makeshift toilet, making her squat with her legs spread. "Min-mei, what are you ashamed of? I've even licked your butt crack, let your brother see!"
But as dawn was breaking, the girl's shy nature resurfaced. She pleaded, "Brother Wuji, don't look. I can't urinate with you here."
Finally, Zhang Wuji gave in, sitting on the other side of the bed and turning his face away.
Zhao Min, her face flushed, strained her lower abdomen. Once a woman starts urinating, she can't stop, making a loud noise in the toilet. Shame made her tremble, and she experienced a strange, sweet sensation she didn't usually feel when urinating, leaving her feeling confused. Although she tried to make the sound of urine hitting the toilet bowl quieter by rhythmically contracting her urethral sphincter, once she started urinating freely, she couldn't control it.
Zhang Wuji held his breath, listening to the strong "whoosh" sound gradually weaken, knowing from the sound of the toilet water that urination was over. After Zhao Min finished urinating, Zhang Wuji turned his head, gazing affectionately at Zhao Min, who was squatting naked on the wooden tub. She was gently swaying her hips up and down, trying to squeeze out the last few drops of urine from between her thighs, and dark pubic hair was visible between her parted thighs. He couldn't hold back any longer and strode up to her.
"Min-mei...it seems like it's over."
"Yes..." Zhao Min's face turned red to her ears.
"Then..." Zhang Wuji said, pulling Zhao Min up.
"This time...I'll lick it for you..."
"What..." Unbelievable words immediately made Zhao Min tense up.
"Min-mei, I love you. Let me lick your urinated vulva clean!" Zhang Wuji said, kneeling in front of Zhao Min and sticking out his tongue at her exposed pubic hair.
"Ah..." It was too late to refuse. The urinated pubic hair was sucked in her mouth, and the impact and shame made Zhao Min unable to help but twist her buttocks and make sweet sounds.
"Brother Wuji, it's...dirty there..." But the sweet pleasure made her unable to push Zhang Wuji's head away. Zhang Wuji also took this opportunity to lift Zhao Min's thighs from below, exposing her crotch completely, and then took her entire vulva into his mouth.
"Ah...ah..." Trying to kick her raised thighs, her buttocks slid forward instead, her upper body leaning against the edge of the bed and arching backward, completely exposing her vulva.
"Ah...so delicious. Min-mei, do you know, your urine is salty and has a pungent smell!" Undoubtedly, the smell of urine inexplicably excited Zhang Wuji.
"Ah...so fragrant! Delicious...ah..." Zhang Wuji licked and sucked at her urine-stained vulva as if something were attached to her.
Zhao Min couldn't stay still; the sensation of her urine-stained vulva being licked and sucked made her body tremble and writhe on the edge of the bed. An endless pleasure surged through her body, and she couldn't help but wriggle her buttocks.
"Min-mei's urine...mmm...Min-mei's urine-stained vulva." Zhang Wuji hummed incessantly, sucking as if unwilling to leave for even a moment. If more urine were to come out at this moment, Zhang Wuji would certainly be happy to drink it.
However, the liquid flowing into Zhang Wuji's mouth slowly changed from a salty taste to a sticky, sweet one. Minmei was becoming aroused; her vaginal fluids made her vulva moist... Although there was no sexual intercourse, the change in moisture in her vulva increased Zhang Wuji's excitement.
“Min-mei, there are still deeper places and your buttocks that need cleaning. You'll feel more comfortable.” Thinking this, Zhang Wuji raised his head, simultaneously lowering Zhao Min's legs. Zhao Min, already intoxicated by pleasure, looked at him with hazy eyes.
“Min-mei, turn your buttocks around…”
“Brother Wuji, no… I'm so embarrassed…” Realizing his intention, Zhao Min's entire body turned red.
Zhao Min ultimately complied with Zhang Wuji. She stood up, turning around and crawling on the edge of the bed, filled with shyness and anticipation of pleasure.
“Min-mei, lift your buttocks.”
“No…” Zhao Min said, bending her upper body down and raising her buttocks towards Zhang Wuji. The slit between her vulva and buttocks was about to be licked from behind; the thought sent an electric shock through Zhao Min's back. "The upside-down vulva is being seen... sucked upside down... ah... so obscene..." Because her vulva, wet with urine, was being licked, her excited, wanton feelings made her buttocks tremble.
"Ah... um..." The hot tongue felt rough, and when the sensation of being licked on her vulva caused Zhao Min to scream involuntarily, her whole body tensing as if convulsing.
Zhang Wuji gripped her buttocks tightly with both hands, spreading her vulva to its maximum limit, and began licking there recklessly. The thought of her vulva, still wet from urination, made Zhang Wuji suck harder with excitement.
"Ah... um... it's so dirty there... ah..." Zhao Min felt the same way; her upper body, unable to move freely, lay on the bed, her buttocks raised high, the shame of being licked causing her body to tremble.
"Ah... that place..." Zhang Wuji's tongue licked from her vulva to her perineum, and from her perineum to her anus. This sensation made Zhao Min groan involuntarily.
“Min-mei, your anus is covered in pee too.” Zhang Wuji used this as an excuse, his tongue completely focused on Zhao Min’s anus.
“Ah…no…ah…” This was the first time in her life her anus had been licked, and it was such a sweet and lewd feeling. She never thought that having her anus licked would feel so good, and the girl’s body trembled involuntarily because of the new sensation.
For him, he had never expected this to happen either. Licking anus was not a premeditated act, although it was something he thought of on the spot, but he never expected it to be so sexy, and his body and mind were almost exploding. Zhao Min’s strong reaction further aroused Zhang Wuji, and his tongue entered her anus.
“Ah…like this…ah…” Even her anus was being licked, it was an unbelievable and lewd feeling, something the precious Zhao Min had never imagined.
An indescribable sweet and tingling
sensation spread from her anus to her back, and her lower body felt an irresistible urge to do *that*. The thought of her anus being licked, trembling with pleasure, aroused intense lust within her, causing her to involuntarily twist her waist. Her whole body arched backward, but it wasn't a reaction to pain; it was undoubtedly pleasure. How could her anus feel like this? Zhao Min was lost in the pleasure amidst her confusion.
At this moment, Zhang Wuji pressed his erect penis, which had somehow appeared, against Zhao Min's body and rubbed it. "Ah…" The sensation from the hot, hard penis caused Zhao Min's anus to involuntarily react with pleasure.
"Min-mei, this is anal sex. I want my cock in your anus."
"No…" Zhao Min tried to move her hips, but her body wouldn't obey, determined to have his penis inserted into her anus. Hearing Zhang Wuji say this, Zhao Min's anus began to itch.
"Your anus wants my cock, it's wriggling." Zhao Min clearly felt it.
"Alright, I'm going to put it in." After saying this, Zhang Wuji spat on his palm. It was applied to the penis.
"No...I don't want to..." Zhao Min lay on the edge of the bed, unable to hold back her sobs, but her buttocks writhed as if demanding something be inserted.
"Min-mei...it's going in..." Hearing Min-mei's sobbing voice, Zhang Wuji's lust burned even hotter.
With her arms held down by Zhang Wuji, Zhao Min felt as if her entire body was bound. Now, she was being violated from behind, her anus burning with a sadistic desire.
Zhang Wuji gripped his erect penis tightly, aiming it at Zhao Min's anus.
"Ah..." Zhao Min's body convulsed, her sobs trembling.
"Oh..." Zhao Min thrust her lower abdomen forward with all her might.
"Ah...uh..." The hot, thick penis disappeared into her anus with a "plop."
"Uh..." The feeling of his penis being completely clamped, almost bitten off at the base, made Zhang Wuji groan, his back arching backward.
A burning pain shot through her body as the penis pierced her thigh, causing Zhao Min's entire body to tremble and twist in tension.
"Min-mei...it's in...it's in! My cock is inside Min-mei's ass!" Even without Zhang Wuji saying it, Zhao Min could feel the sensations of the penis entering her.
"Ah...uh..." Zhao Min clearly felt that besides the burning pain, there was also an incomparably wonderful pleasure. In that instant, she felt that as long as she was with Zhang Wuji, she was unafraid of any sexual encounter.
"Brother Wuji...love me well!" Zhao Min cried out in her heart as she nearly lost herself in the moment.
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Seeing that his presence had been revealed, Zhang Wuji decided to display his martial arts skills, hoping to instill fear in the Shaolin monks and make them treat Xie Xun kindly. He let out a clear whistle, gathering his strength, the sound continuous and powerful, soaring through the thunder and rain like a long dragon moving through the sky. He exerted all his strength in his feet, running faster and faster, the whistle growing louder and louder.
The thousand-plus monks of Shaolin Temple awoke with a start from their dreams, and only began to discuss the matter after the howling had faded into the distance. Kongwen, Kongzhi, and the others, knowing that Zhang Wuji had arrived, were filled with renewed anxiety.
Zhang Wuji ran for several miles when suddenly a voice called out from behind a willow tree by the roadside: "Hey!" A person leaped out—it was Zhao Min.
Zhang Wuji stopped howling and reached out to embrace her. Although he was exhausted from the fierce battle just now, seeing the water droplets streaming down her face and hair, her body clung to her body, soaked by the heavy rain, revealing her graceful curves, he recalled the passionate scene of the previous night. Now, as he relaxed from the tense fight, he felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen, and his penis became hard and erect.
The two embraced and kissed tightly in the pouring rain. Although they had only been apart for a short time, it felt as if years had passed. Zhao Min tiptoed, wrapping her arms around Zhang Wuji's neck, letting him suckle her tongue and saliva. Zhang Wuji embraced Zhao Min, kissing her while his hands caressed and kneaded her delicate body, pressing her buttocks against him to make her feel his desire. They kissed deeply, as if afraid of losing each other, making soft "tsk tsk" sounds. They kissed
for a long time, until their lips and tongues were numb, before finally separating. Before Zhang Wuji could speak, Zhao Min asked, "Brother Wuji, did you fight with those bald men from Shaolin Temple?" Zhang Wuji replied,
"Yes." Zhao
Min asked, "How is Hero Xie? Did you see him?"
Zhang Wuji put his arm around her slender waist, and Zhao Min reciprocated by putting her arm around his waist as they walked slowly in the heavy rain. Zhang Wuji briefly recounted what had just happened. Zhao Min listened silently for a long time, her pace gradually slowing.
Looking at her contemplative face, Zhang Wuji turned Zhao Min around and hugged her from behind. They both enjoyed this embrace; last night, Zhang Wuji had reached out from behind in the same way, grasping her small breasts and exploring her vulva with the middle finger of his other hand. Now they were in the same position. Zhao Min tilted her head back, displaying her elegant neck to him in its entirety.
In that instant, Zhang Wuji thought of the previous night's intimacy and her delicate body. Her earlobes were so exquisite, as if they were listening intently. Her armpits were so hidden, only occasionally revealing a faint layer of dark halos; her small navel was round, like a beautiful eye, with a shell hanging down like an eyelid. When he parted the petals beneath that tuft of hair, the flower's core shyly protruded, closing with each touch, each closure accompanied by a new tremor.
After playing like this for a while, Zhao Min pulled Zhang Wuji's hand away and pondered, "Brother Wuji, did you ask him how he was captured?"
Zhang Wuji replied, "I was only thinking about how to rescue him; I didn't have time to ask about such trivial matters."
Zhao Min sighed and fell silent. Zhang Wuji tightened his grip on her arm, kissed her cheek, and said, "Aren't you happy?"
Zhao Min replied, "What's a trivial matter to you is a matter of great importance to me. Alright, we can ask after we rescue Master Xie. I'm just afraid..."
Zhang Wuji said, "Afraid of what? Are you worried we can't save our godfather?"
Zhao Min said, "The Ming Cult is much stronger than the Shaolin Sect. We can definitely save Master Xie. I'm just afraid Master Xie is determined to die to see the monk Kongjian."
Zhang Wuji was also worried about this and asked, "Do you think so?" Zhao Min said, "I hope not."
They leaned on each other, talking as they walked. The slanting raindrops fell on the leaves, on the road, and on them, adding a touch of romance to their journey.
Finally, they arrived at the house of the Du couple. Zhang Wuji embraced Zhao Min again, his hand naturally resting on her breast through her soaked clothes, gently kneading and pushing it, feeling her hard, erect nipple. He whispered in her ear, "Min-mei, I want to do 'that' with you."
Zhao Min blushed, leaning against Zhang Wuji, and said, "Brother Wuji, I'm already yours. I'll give myself to you whenever you want."
Zhang Wuji chuckled, "Then I'll take it when we get back."
Zhao Min lightly punched his chest with her fist, playfully scolding, "You're so naughty! If they see..." Then she laughed, "Your actions have been exposed; you can't hide it from them anymore." Seeing the thatched
hut door half-open, Zhang Wuji pushed it open, shook himself to dry himself, and stepped inside. Suddenly, he smelled blood. Startled, he pushed Zhao Min back out the door with his left hand. Suddenly, someone reached out from the darkness, the grab silent and swift. Before he could react, the fingers were already touching his cheek. Zhang Wuji had no time to dodge. His left foot flew out, kicking the man in the chest. The man retaliated with a hook, his elbow striking Zhang Wuji's Huantiao acupoint on his leg. The move was extremely ruthless. Zhang Wuji only needed to pull his leg back to avoid it, and the enemy's left hand would have gouged out his eyes. He immediately raised his hand in a feint, his anticipation of the enemy's move being remarkably accurate. With this grab, he caught the enemy's left hand perfectly in his palm. At that moment, the Huantiao acupoint went numb, and he lost his balance, his right leg collapsing to his knees.
Just as he was about to take advantage of the situation to break the enemy's wrist, he felt the soft, smooth hand he was holding—a woman's hand. A thought struck him, and he didn't use his full strength. He lifted the man and threw him away. With a "thud," a sharp pain shot through his right shoulder; he had been stabbed.
The man leaped out of the house and swung his palm at Zhao Min's face. Knowing Zhao Min was no match for him and would surely die on the spot, Zhang Wuji gritted his teeth and leaped up, striking out with his own palms, their hands meeting. The man staggered, his feet giving way, and using the force of the blows, he leaped several feet away, disappearing into the darkness.
Zhao Min asked in surprise, "Who was that?" Zhang Wuji chuckled, his tinderbox soaked by the rain, unable to light a fire. Fearing the enemy's dagger on his right shoulder might be poisoned, he didn't immediately draw it, saying, "Light the lamp."
Zhao Min went to the kitchen to retrieve a flint and steel, lit the oil lamp, and was shocked to see the dagger on his shoulder. Zhang Wuji, seeing no poison on the blade, laughed, "Just some external wounds, nothing serious." He immediately drew the dagger, turning to see Du Baidung and Yi Sanniang huddled in a corner of the room. Ignoring the bleeding from his wounds, he rushed over, only to find the two had been dead for some time.
Zhao Min exclaimed in surprise, "When I went out, they were both perfectly fine." Zhang Wuji nodded. After Zhao Min bandaged his wounds, she picked up the dagger and saw that it was the weapon used by the Du couple. The beams, pillars, tables, and floor of the room were studded with daggers, indicating that the enemy had fought the Du couple fiercely, disarming them one by one before attacking them. Zhao Min exclaimed in horror, "This person's martial arts are incredibly powerful!" In the
darkness, if Zhang Wuji hadn't reacted quickly and anticipated the man's attempt to grab his eyes, he would not only be blind now, but he and Zhao Min would likely be lying dead on the ground. Looking at the bodies of the Du couple, they saw dozens of ribs broken into several pieces, even the ribs in their backs, clearly injured by an extremely vicious and powerful palm strike. He had faced numerous formidable enemies and perilous situations, but recalling the swift and decisive exchange in the dark room just moments before, he grew increasingly alarmed. The two fierce battles of the evening—the first, a one-against-three fight that lasted a long time, was far less thrilling than the second, a mere three moves in an instant.
Zhao Min asked again, "Who was that?" Zhang Wuji shook his head, offering no answer. Suddenly, Zhao Min understood, her eyes filled with fear. She stood frozen for a moment, then threw herself into Zhang Wuji's arms, bursting into tears.
Both knew that if Zhao Min hadn't heard Zhang Wuji's howl and run out into the pouring rain to greet him, thus escaping disaster, then three, not two, would be dead in the corner of the room.
Zhang Wuji gently patted her back, softly comforting her. Zhao Min said, "That person wanted to kill me. He killed the Du couple first, then hid here to ambush me. He definitely didn't intend to hurt you."
Zhang Wuji said, "You must not leave my side these next few days." After a moment of contemplation, he added, "How could your internal strength and martial arts have progressed so rapidly in less than a year? I'm afraid no one in the world besides me can protect you." With that, he pulled Zhao Min into the inner room.
Zhao Min was still immersed in the shock of what had just happened, burying her face in Zhang Wuji's arms and weeping uncontrollably. Zhang Wuji comforted her, "With me by your side, I don't think she can hurt you. It's alright. Come, change your wet clothes first, so you don't catch a cold." Then he took off her top and loosened her belt... In a short while, he had stripped Zhao Min completely naked, even removing her shoes and socks.
Zhao Min shyly closed her eyes, stretched out her arms, and hugged Zhang Wuji's neck from below. Her body hung limply, and beneath her fair, taut arms, soft, sparse, dark armpit hair could be seen.
Zhang Wuji couldn't help but sigh: Who sculpted her so perfectly? This petite body was so full and elastic; her skin was so delicate, as fine as silk; her small breasts were so firm and round, and her bright red nipples were so innocent and shy, making one want to suckle them at first glance.
He held Zhao Min tightly, pressing his lips to her rosy lips, kissing her passionately like fire, feeling as if they were melting, how sweet and beautiful the touch of her lips was...
Zhao Min simply called out "Brother Wuji" and offered her lips, asking to suck his tongue. Zhang Wuji did not hesitate to insert his tongue into Zhao Min's mouth. They suckled vigorously, and she felt incredibly comfortable from his lips, a dreamlike pleasure, a breathtaking kiss. Zhao Min felt a painful, visceral sensation, her heart pounding as if it were about to burst, her whole body burning with heat. Her already intense love for Zhang Wuji was now intensified by a deep longing and a desire for his protection.
Zhang Wuji also breathed heavily, "Huff... huff..." as he sucked on Zhao Min's lips. His right hand's fingers moved silently, eventually slipping between Zhao Min's thighs. Her smooth thighs, now experiencing the soft, swan-like touch of a man, trembled, but his fingers unexpectedly slipped easily between her thighs.
The pubic hair, slightly thicker than armpit hair, was sparse, and her vulva was soft and alluring. As if touching something terrifying, fingers imbued with boundless love slowly parted the pubic hair, exploring the clitoris. After gently rubbing and caressing it back and forth, the skilled fingers rubbed the clitoral glans, constantly playing with the sticky and slippery vulva.
An indescribable pleasure filled her entire body. The pleasure accompanied the shy Zhao Min as she buried her face in Zhang Wuji's chest, comfortably spreading her legs and tightly gripping his body with both hands. Her breathing became rapid and disordered, "Haaah, haaah."
The sweet and sour fragrance unique to virgins emanating from Zhao Min's body, combined with the overwhelming eroticism, caused Zhang Wuji to tremble. He knelt down, kissing her...
Zhao Min remained standing, letting Zhang Wuji kneel before her, his face tilted back, his mouth forcefully sucking on her moist and slightly salty vulva. It was this taste that stimulated Zhang Wuji, who possessed the Nine Yang Divine Skill, to the point of almost fainting. He slightly parted Zhao Min's long, white legs to fully immerse his face between her thighs, gaining a better angle to suck her vulva, while his hands forcefully squeezed Zhao Min's firm and exquisite buttocks.
Zhang Wuji not only sucked on Zhao Min's vulva with smacking sounds, but also brushed past the tuft of dark pubic hair growing on her high mons pubis, across her fair, flat abdomen and small navel, observing Zhao Min's reaction between her two soft, medium-sized breasts.
Zhao Min, just recovering from her shock, was immediately caught in Zhang Wuji's sexual assault. Her breasts swayed incessantly with the trembling of her twenty-year-old body, tears still wet on her eyelashes, and soft "mmm" sounds escaping from her red lips.
Seeing this, Zhang Wuji could no longer restrain himself. He abruptly stood up, grabbed Zhao Min's buttocks, placed her on the edge of the bed, and then pressed her ankles against her chest. Zhao Min tried to resist in shame, but it was too late; Zhang Wuji folded her body, exposing her vulva and buttocks completely.
By the dim light, Zhang Wuji used his thumbs to pry open Zhao Min's labia majora, which were covered in fine, dark pubic hair, like peeling a tangerine, and then lowered his head to lick and suck her tender, rosy labia minora. Zhao Min weakly hit Zhang Wuji's arm, frowning and saying, "Mmm... Brother Wuji, you're bad, you're bad!" Zhang Wuji licked and sucked Zhao Min's vulva with relish, until a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out from below her labia minora.
Seeing that the time was right, Zhang Wuji released his hands from Zhao Min's ankles and began to take off his own clothes. As soon as Zhao Min's legs were free, she immediately wrapped them around Zhang Wuji's head, making him continue to lick and suck her vulva.
After his own underwear fell to his heels, he laid Zhao Min flat on the bed. Zhao Min turned around shyly, facing the inner bed, and reached out to pull the blanket, but Zhang Wuji's hand had already slipped forward from behind the girl's buttocks. The sensation there was cool yet damp, and he pressed his body against it.
In that watery, marshy landscape, his hand searched for the entrance to the mysterious spring. Each time he penetrated deeper, the girl in his arms let out a soft moan, her full breasts rubbing against his chest.
His penis, sandwiched between his burning body and Zhao Min's cool, smooth skin, swelled larger and larger; he could no longer endure it. Zhang Wuji spread Zhao Min's legs, revealing her beautiful cavern. The dark pubic hair at the base of her thighs swayed slightly, and the soft, pink labia parted to reveal the valley within. His fingers traced the cleft, inserting one by one into the girl's honeyed depths, his little finger exploring Zhao Min's anus while his thumb caressed her clitoris.
"Ah... um..." Zhao Min hummed softly, like celestial music.
Zhao Min seemed to want to close her legs to escape the assault that tormented her, but his knees held her in place. He inserted three fingers into Zhao Min's vagina, while his other hand roamed over her smooth, delicate body.
"Mmm...ah...oh..." Zhao Min seemed to moan with increasing excitement, but her voice remained low.
Zhang Wuji could clearly feel Zhao Min's vagina becoming increasingly slippery. He withdrew his fingers, which were still coated with Zhao Min's clear, sticky vaginal fluid, from her wet vulva. He brought his fingers to his nose, inhaling the scent of her fluids. Then he helped Zhao Min sit up, making her straddle his lap. His penis was erect, the glans pressing against her vulva.
Gazing at her fair, snow-white, full muscles, he held the glans of his already engorged and erect penis, glistening with her vaginal fluid, while embracing her lovely body and slowly swaying his hips. Zhao Min found the erect penis through her parted labia, and soon, with a soft "plop," Zhang Wuji's penis slid into her recently invaded, sweet and mysterious womb.
As his penis entered her vagina, it was gripped tightly by Zhao Min's vulva—a very tight vulva, especially the vaginal opening, which was remarkably well-closed. The pleasure made Zhang Wuji groan ecstatically, while he held Zhao Min's body tightly, motionless, his entire body burning with desire. From between her parted thighs, one could see her delicate pink nipples, and she began to pant, her waist and buttocks trembling with barely suppressed desire.
From within Zhao Min's body, one could feel her trembling slightly, as if she were a virgin experiencing love for the first time. Zhang Wuji, however, found something familiar in her vagina—a warmth, a tightness, a surge of intense pleasure washing over him.
Zhao Min could only groan softly, but Zhang Wuji was even more delighted. As he stirred her clitoris with the pads of his right hand, Zhao Min shook her head violently, her body arching back in pain, her breathing becoming rapid.
He slowly thrust in and out, her body stiffening slightly, her legs involuntarily clamping tightly around his waist.
"Ah..." Zhao Min moaned contentedly.
His hands gripped Zhao Min's breasts tightly, rhythmically thrusting and kneading in sync with the opening and closing of his knees. "Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Zhao Min also let out short moans of pleasure, twisting her waist, completely immersed in the joy of sex.
Zhang Wuji's penis, enveloped by her tightly closed flower chamber, grew harder and harder deep within her, feeling a slight twitching there. So he stood up, holding Zhao Min's waist. Zhao Min, as if afraid of being separated, pressed herself forward tightly. He cooperated with the entranced Zhao Min, thrusting hard. He wanted to move faster, but he had already reached his limit.
Zhao Min's body slid down onto the bed beside her, and he fell down with her as if glued to her. His penis slipped out of the girl's flower garden, but he pressed it tightly against her warm flesh, sucking and caressing it everywhere...
Zhao Min kept moaning like a kitten. She only felt her body becoming even wetter under this gentle stimulation. She seemed to be getting dizzy, impulsively wanting to grab Zhang Wuji and bring his body closer to her. Lying on her back, Zhao Min felt her body being turned over. Although her lips and breasts craved more kisses—whether gentle or intense—she still gave in.
Zhang Wuji gently stroked Zhao Min's rounded back from top to bottom, then lightly parted her white buttocks with his hands, revealing her labia adorned with pubic hair deep within her cleft. The wanton and alluring sight made Zhang Wuji almost forget to breathe as he stared.
"Ah... Brother Wuji, don't look like that."
Gazing at the full crevice and tender opening, he buried his head deeply again...
As Zhang Wuji buried his face in her buttocks, his tongue swirling within her forbidden zone, his nose rubbing her anus, Zhao Min involuntarily trembled and arched her body, lying on her side on the bed, her breasts almost pressed against her legs. In an uncontrollable surge of desire, she couldn't help but moan loudly...
A sweet ripple spread from her lower body to her entire body. Zhao Min could no longer stand; her feet were on the ground, her hands on the ground, her full buttocks swaying behind her heels. Zhang Wuji squatted down, embracing Zhao Min's petite yet firm buttocks, spreading her fleshy cleft wide, and from behind, he positioned his glans at the entrance of her vagina, inserting his thick penis once again into the root of the girl's desire, thrusting forcefully back and forth against the prone girl. His glans felt deep within Zhao Min's vagina, twitching and contracting, as if sucking on his glans like a suction cup. Zhang Wuji was determined to reach the climax this time.
"Mmm... mmm... mmm... ahh..." Zhao Min moaned excitedly, gripping Zhang Wuji's hands that were holding her waist tightly.
Zhang Wuji was already drenched in sweat, beads of sweat dripping from his nose onto her back and buttocks. As she approached climax, Zhao Min's moans became extremely seductive. Later, when they adopted the rear-entry position, her hips twisted violently, the intense friction causing both of them to lose themselves in the pleasure of intercourse.
Zhang Wuji's glans was inside her vagina, the softness allowing his hard glans to move freely. He wrapped his arms around her waist, using his waist and hips to thrust forward. Zhang Wuji's lower body pressed tightly against Zhao Min's buttocks, each thrust creating waves of flesh that sent ripples through her chest, causing her breasts to bounce back and forth. Zhao Min knelt on the bed, her hands gripping the mattress tightly, beads of sweat glistening on her white back. As she twisted her hips in a doggy-style position, the sweat dripped to the floor.
"Min-mei!" Zhang Wuji began to thrust rapidly, aiming for a fatal blow.
"Ah...ah..." Zhao Min raised her buttocks high, swallowing his penis, groaning in pain. The mature, sensual flesh inside her vagina contracted spasmodically, as if trying to squeeze his semen out.
Finally, he thrust his penis deep into Zhao Min's flower garden, her perineum convulsing as he sent streams of heat into the depths of her flesh.
After their union, Zhang Wuji rolled over and embraced Zhao Min, both immersed in the afterglow of their climax.
After a long while, Zhao Min slightly shifted her thighs, which had become somewhat numb from the pressure, and asked softly, "Brother Wuji, do you do this with her too?"
Zhang Wuji felt a pang of embarrassment, stroking her breasts before finally saying, "Only once." Then he added, "Silly girl, are you jealous?"
Zhao Min squirmed coquettishly in his arms, saying, "You're so mean, I won't come with you anymore." Her small fists rained down on Zhang Wuji's chest.
"Not with me? Don't you miss me?"
"No way! You heartless bastard."
"Really don't you?" Zhang Wuji reached one hand to her genitals, playing with her pubic hair with his fingers.
Zhao Min nestled into his arms and asked, "Does she have hair?" Zhang Wuji said of course.
Zhao Min asked again, "More than me?"
Zhang Wuji affectionately tugged at her long, straight pubic hair and said, "Less than you."
"Then do you like more hair?"
"Min-mei, I love everything about you. Your nipples, your pubic hair, and your little slit." As she spoke, she touched it with her hand, which earned her another round of playful punches.
Zhang Wuji hugged her tighter, comforting her in every way. "Then you're not allowed to sleep with her anymore," Zhao Min said. The only comfort she could find was in Zhang Wuji's broad chest. She was very tired now, like a wounded butterfly, and rested her face against his chest, falling asleep sweetly in his warmth.
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The fourth picture depicts several men carrying Xie Xun, with a young girl peeking from behind a tree in the distance. The brushwork in these four pictures is excellent, but apart from Xie Xun himself, the faces of the others are extremely blurry, and it is impossible to identify the girl.
Zhang Wuji pondered for a moment, then understood: "When my godfather went blind, I wasn't even born yet. He only recognized the voices of me, Minmei, Zhiruo, my cousin, and others, but he didn't know what we looked like, so naturally he couldn't draw us in a picture." Pointing to the girl, he asked, "Is this you, or Miss Zhou?"
Zhao Min replied, "It's me. Cheng Kun went to the Beggars' Sect to kidnap Master Xie and ordered him to be imprisoned at Shaolin Temple. However, he left Ming Cult markings along the way, causing you to go in circles." "I tried several times to abduct Master Xie, but failed each time. I'm truly sorry that you couldn't be the groom."
Zhang Wuji felt even more remorseful. He stared at her blankly, noticing her haggard face and gaunt cheeks. He realized the unbearable torment she had endured over the past few months and felt a deep pang of pity. He reached out and embraced her, his voice trembling, "Minmei, it's...it's all my fault." With that embrace, the fire went out instantly, plunging the dungeon back into darkness. He continued, "If it weren't for your cleverness and quick wit, what would have happened if the utterly foolish Zhang Wuji had killed you?"
Zhao Min laughed, "Would you have been willing to kill me? You were convinced I was the murderer, but why didn't you kill me when you saw me?"
Zhang Wuji was stunned, then sighed, "Min-mei, I am truly in love with you, and I cannot control myself. If my cousin had really been killed by you, I would not know what to do. These past few days, the truth has gradually come to light, and although I feel sorry for Zhiruo, I cannot help but feel secretly pleased."
Hearing his sincerity, Zhao Min leaned against him. For a long, long time, neither of them spoke, looking up at the crescent moon hanging obliquely in the east, all around silent.
Zhao Min softly asked, "Brother Wuji, when we first met at Green Willow Manor, and later fell into the dungeon together, wasn't that similar to today?" Zhang Wuji chuckled, reached out and grabbed her left foot, taking off her shoe.
Zhao Min laughed, "A grown man like you, bullying a weak woman."
Zhang Wuji said, "A weak woman? You're cunning enough to outwit ten men."
Zhao Min laughed, "Thank you for the praise, Great Master Zhang, I'm unworthy of such praise."
They both burst into laughter. This exchange was exactly what they had said in the dungeon of Green Willow Manor years ago, only now, though their words were filled with hostility, they were filled with tenderness.
Zhang Wuji laid Zhao Min down on his lap and lowered his head to her lips. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she instinctively opened her lips to meet his. Zhang Wuji's tongue lingered along the edge of her lips, gently biting her lower lip. Finally, his tongue plunged deep inside, exploring, sucking, teasing, and pressing against Zhao Min's mouth.
Zhao Min felt as if he were burning her nerves, as if an electric current was running through her limbs. She felt a tightness in her chest and began to wriggle in his arms. This movement made his body tense even more, and he let out a deep groan. A trivial kiss, a slight touch, had ignited his desire.
His lips, teeth, and tongue were all licked. Zhao Min also reached out and hooked her arms around his neck, and they kissed deeply, face to face, mouth to mouth. Lying in Zhang Wuji's arms, Zhao Min swallowed the saliva from Zhang Wuji's mouth until their lips and tongues were numb before they slowly separated. Unexpectedly, their saliva stretched into a long, thin strand.
Zhang Wuji whispered in her ear with a smile, "Are you afraid I'll tickle the soles of your feet again?"
Zhao Min said shyly, "No!"
Zhang Wuji reached out and took her foot in his hand, slowly stroking it. Gradually, he moved his hand down her thighs to her lower body, searching for her vulva between her thighs while whispering in her ear, "What about here?"
Zhao Min buried her face deep in Zhang Wuji's arms, recalling the previous times she and Zhang Wuji had been intimate, and felt a lightness all over her body. She said softly, "I'm scared."
Feeling Zhang Wuji's hand undo her belt, Zhao Min felt a mixture of joy and fear. She gasped softly, her voice sweet and cloying, "Brother Wuji, not here...it's not good, someone will see." She tried to grab Zhang Wuji's hand, but it was too late.
Zhang Wuji embraced Zhao Min, kissing her burning cheeks, his other hand slipping inside her waistband, stroking down her smooth abdomen. Thick pubic hair grew on her full, protruding pubic bone. In Zhang Wuji's memory, it was a thin, dark, glossy patch of down, with only a ring of short hair around the labia majora a pale yellow. But touching it in the darkness felt different. He felt the pubic hair was like downy paper, much thicker than he remembered. He then pulled Zhao Min's pants down completely to her buttocks and gently caressed her pubic hair.
He was astonished that a twenty-year-old girl already had such abundant pubic hair. Zhang Wuji rubbed the large patch of pubic hair on Zhao Min's mons pubis with his palm, then used his index and middle fingers to trace the downy hair on both sides of Zhao Min's labia majora downwards, as if searching for the end of her labia, until he reached her perineum. Then, his fingers turned back, gently scratching and teasing upwards in the wet, slippery cleft,
while his fingers pinched and pulled the labia minora upwards. Zhao Min spread her legs wide, trying to suppress excited moans. Zhang Wuji felt his penis was already erect and hard, needing to be inserted into Zhao Min's vagina to feel satisfied. So he changed positions, having Zhao Min lean against the wall, and completely loosened her belt, causing her underwear to fall to her feet.
Zhao Min, ashamed, hid herself in the shadows of the room, her back to Zhang Wuji, feeling him forcefully arch her buttocks, his wet kisses gliding over her buttocks, tickling her. Before she could even savor the sensation, Zhang Wuji spread her round buttocks apart, and then his hot face and wet tongue buried themselves deep into her cleft and groin.
A surge of desire coursed through her; she didn't know what she wanted, only that she was immersed in ultimate pleasure. To prevent the pleasure from escaping her lips, she bit her lower lip tightly, ashamed to express the feeling of being overwhelmed by surging lust. But when Zhang Wuji's head buried between her legs, she broke down again; an unprecedented burning sensation shot straight to her heart, and she screamed wildly in ecstasy.
Zhao Min regained consciousness, awakened by Zhang Wuji's vigorous thrusting. Due to the excessive force of his movements, Zhang Wuji's erect penis slipped out of Zhao Min's vagina several times. Each time, he had to hold Zhao Min's waist and hips from behind, arching her buttocks backward. Using the slivers of moonlight filtering through the opening, he felt his way down her buttocks to find the entrance, then gripped his wet, throbbing penis with his other hand and thrust it in fiercely.
Zhao Min's buttocks swayed incessantly with each thrust, the thick, hard thing seemingly about to burst her body. The climax quietly arrived with each impact. Zhang Wuji felt the spasms at the end of her vagina through his glans, so he increased the speed of his thrusts. The current of orgasm surged from her buttocks up her spine to the top of her head. At the moment of reaching his head, his glans swelled, and gushes of semen gushed out. Zhao Min also tightened her vaginal muscles, and at the last moment, both of them reached orgasm simultaneously.
Zhang Wuji closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure of his semen gushing out until the last drop was ejaculated. Both were exhausted. They hastily pulled on their trousers, too weak even to fasten their belts, and slumped against the wall, Zhao Min reclining on Zhang Wuji.
It was pitch black all around; they could only hear each other's breathing and heartbeats. Zhang Wuji gently lifted Zhao Min's chin with one hand and leaned in to kiss her lips. The sweet kiss, still carrying the afterglow of their lovemaking, continued to fuel their desire with the licking of their tongues.
Zhao Min lay in Zhang Wuji's arms, her arms wrapped around his neck, her breasts being kneaded and played with by her lover's large hand. They only reluctantly separated when they were both breathless.
As Zhang Wuji savored the soft, fleshy feel of Zhao Min's breasts, he whispered in her ear, "Min-mei, did it feel good when I penetrated you just now?"
"Mmm," Zhao Min replied, her face pressed tightly against Zhang Wuji's chest, "It felt better today than the previous times."
"Next time will be even better," Zhang Wuji said, pinching one of her nipples.
"Really?" Zhao Min's eyes lit up as she looked up at Zhang Wuji's face.
"I promise," Zhang Wuji kissed her cheek and pulled her into his arms. His hand, which had been pinching her nipple, slipped inside Zhao Min's loose trousers, but this time he didn't attack her vulva. Instead, he slowly combed through her wet pubic hair, saying, "Every time I think about this patch of black hair between your white legs, I feel incredibly excited."
"Brother Wuji, then I'll let you see and touch it every day from now on, okay?" At this moment, Zhao Min was like an innocent child.
Suddenly, a faint shouting sound came from the northwest corner. Both men were martial arts masters; listening intently, they could hear strong winds clashing in the distance, indicating a fight.
Zhang Wuji gently touched Zhao Min's clitoris and said, "Min-mei, are you alright? Let's go see!"
Zhao Min playfully slapped his hand away, straightened up, and pulled up her pants, saying, "You're the one who's not alright, aren't you?" Her cute, white bottom slipped into her skirt and trousers in an instant.
Zhang Wuji also fastened his half-erect penis into his pants, took Zhao Min's hand, and leaped out of the stone cave. Following the sound, he saw three figures rushing westward, their movements incredibly swift, all top-tier masters.
Zhang Wuji reached out and put his arm around Zhao Min's waist, unleashing his lightness skill, and quickly gave chase. In the distance, he saw one person fleeing ahead, with two others chasing quickly behind. He quickened his pace, and after chasing for about a mile, he could see in the moonlight that the two behind him were two old men, Lu Zhangke and Hebi Weng.
Hebi Weng flicked his left hand, throwing a crane-beak pen at the person in front.
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Zhang Wuji finished writing his letter to Yang Xiao, his brush still in his hand, his expression quite displeased. By then, he and Zhao Min had been inseparable for nearly a month, and Zhao Min was like a gentle and charming wife, always by his side. He put down his pen and turned around to find Zhao Min making the bed. The bright red satin quilt cover shone pink in the candlelight. Zhao Min was only wearing a wide-sleeved, diagonally collared undergarment and loose, knee-length panties. She was kneeling on the bed, her buttocks, tightly encased in her panties, facing Zhang Wuji.
Zhang Wuji got up and walked over, gently touching her buttocks. Even through her panties, he could feel the dampness emanating from between her legs. Zhao Min turned around and gave a sweet cry, jumping off the bed and throwing herself into his arms. Zhang Wuji took the opportunity to embrace her warm, fleshy body and kissed her deeply. Zhao Min opened her mouth and welcomed Zhang Wuji's tongue, pressing her own tongue against his.
When he was in a bad mood, Zhang Wuji's libido was always particularly strong. He sucked on Zhao Min's tongue, his hands stroking her back. Zhao Min closed her eyes, humming softly, feeling a growing desire between her thighs.
Zhang Wuji kissed Zhao Min as he pulled open her blouse, revealing her full breasts, the two pink areolas on her snow-white chest incredibly alluring. Despite having lived together for a long time, Zhao Min still shyly pressed her body against Zhang Wuji's chest under his burning gaze, her tender breasts squeezed and deformed.
Zhang Wuji reached into her open underwear, caressing Zhao Min's smooth back, shoulders, and slender waist, slowly slipping down into her loosened trousers, pinching her two round buttocks, and thrusting forward with his erect penis. Zhao Min trembled with excitement, her head tilting back forcefully, revealing her snow-white neck, her hard, upturned, purplish-red nipples just touching Zhang Wuji's lips. Without hesitation, Zhang Wuji opened his mouth and sucked, his hand sliding down her tightly clenched buttocks from inside her pants.
Suddenly, Zhao Min broke free from Zhang Wuji's embrace, giggling, "Get lost!" She pushed him away and turned to climb onto the bed.
Although Zhang Wuji was pushed by her, his martial arts skills were far superior to hers. He immediately regained his balance and, with incredible speed, grabbed Zhao Min's waistband as she wriggled her hips towards the bed, pulling hard. Haha! Half of Zhao Min's buttocks were exposed, round and white, without a single flaw, and her adorable anus was also revealed. Zhao Min laughed and struggled.
The two were used to teasing each other like this, and Zhang Wuji was afraid that Zhao Min would get hurt in her panic, so he didn't use too much force. He reached out and hugged her waist from behind. With his other hand, he grasped one of her breasts and laughed, "Let's see if you can still run away?"
In an instant, Zhao Min suddenly became as docile as a kitten. She turned around, hugged Zhang Wuji's neck, and said sweetly, "I won't run anywhere, I'll stay with you."
The two kissed and fell onto the bed. Zhang Wuji stripped Zhao Min's already disheveled underwear completely, then took off his own clothes, lowered the bed curtains, and sat cross-legged beside the prone Zhao Min. Gazing at her smooth, white back, one hand caressing her waist and hips, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: to resign from his position as leader of the Ming Cult. The moment this thought arose, the heavy burden that had been weighing on his heart for the past few days seemed to vanish instantly.
Zhao Min, who had been lying on the bed, enjoying the sweetness of her lover's caresses, noticed that Zhang Wuji seemed to have quieted down. She turned around and saw her beloved sitting cross-legged beside her, his erect penis pointing to the ground. She rolled over, presenting her breasts and lower body to Zhang Wuji, lifting one leg onto his shoulder, while gently scratching his penis and pubic hair, smoothing the foreskin to expose the glans, her large eyes blinking as she stared at him.
In those few short minutes, Zhang Wuji had fully understood and decided to give up his position as leader, to spend his life with Zhao Min.
In his good mood, his intense sexual desire became uncontrollable. Under Zhao Min's teasing fingers, his penis swelled. He pulled Zhao Min's thigh, which was draped over him, onto his shoulder, gazing intently at her fair and delicate body. He examined the thick, glossy pubic hair beneath her flat stomach, which hadn't been pruned at all. He carefully combed it with his fingers, then gently scratched the soft, downy mons pubis. Zhao Min immediately felt an itch in her lower body, and couldn't help but close her eyes, letting out a soft moan. Her thigh, draped over Zhang Wuji, rubbed against his body.
Zhang Wuji looked at the pubic hair that had been lying flat on his pubic bone, now standing up in a messy display. He couldn't help but sigh: To have a woman like this as a wife, even the leader of a demonic sect, or even an emperor, would probably not be as happy as he was now. He vigorously kneaded the muscles of Zhao Min's thighs with both hands. They were warm, long, and firm, possessing a captivating feminine allure. He couldn't help but lick, kiss, and bite her calves, the backs of her thighs, the front and inner sides, and even her smooth, white buttocks. Finally, even her groin was covered in wet saliva.
Zhao Min's vulva was usually tightly closed, but after these days of passionate nights with her lover, it was no longer as tightly guarded as it had been during her youth. Whenever Zhang Wuji parted her thighs, he couldn't help but deeply admire her exquisite vulva. Parting the pubic hair above her labia majora, one could see the slightly parted opening, its inner structure mysterious and unfathomable, faintly shimmering. But one thing was certain: the small, rosy clitoris trembled and peeked out right before Zhang Wuji's eyes.
Zhang Wuji, his mouth already dry from the sight, lifted the skin, revealing her moist labia and clitoris. He pressed his hot face down to hers.
He smacked his lips, pressing his penis tightly into Zhao Min's plump, slightly parted vulva, licking and sucking her flesh, inhaling the faint scent of urine emanating from her vulva, as if trying to squeeze his nose into the crevice.
Zhao Min twisted her body, trying to escape Zhang Wuji's control, her waist lifting off the bed, thrusting her vulva towards his mouth, letting out soft moans. Her legs were spread and folded to her sides, and Zhang Wuji forcefully kissed her lower body, making "tsk tsk" sounds.
Zhao Min felt she couldn't bear it any longer, so she twisted her body downwards, pulling Zhang Wuji up at the same time. Zhang Wuji kissed her smooth abdomen and navel, then licked her two round, plump breasts, sucking on her nipples.
Zhao Min asked, "What does it smell like?"
"It smells good."
"And here?" Zhao Min straightened her lower body.
Zhang Wuji kissed her cheek and said, "It smells a little blushing."
Zhao Min blushed, buried her face in his chest, pinched his pectoral muscle, and said, "Serves you right! I just finished urinating, and you still love to eat like that!"
Zhang Wuji turned to the side, pressing his penis against Zhao Min's vulva, kneading her breast with one hand, and stared at her affectionately, saying, "Minmin, I don't know why, but I like the smell of you. Kissing your little slit makes me feel like I'm about to explode with joy."
Zhao Min felt unbearably hot all over, and the desire within her seemed about to burst forth. She clung tightly to Zhang Wuji's neck, her eyes moist, and said emotionally, "Brother Wuji, I will never leave you in this life."
Zhang Wuji tentatively pushed his thick, hard penis into Zhao Min's opening a couple of times. The wet fluid had already lubricated his way in. So, while kissing her neck and earlobes, he slowly thrust his lower body forward, saying, "Minmin, if I had had the courage to rape you in the dungeon of Green Willow Manor back then, perhaps we wouldn't have gone through so much suffering."
Zhao Min kept her eyes tightly closed, her brows furrowed, her mouth slightly open, all her nerves focused on her lower body, experiencing the tingling sensation of her lover's penis slowly entering her body. She seemed not to hear Zhang Wuji's words until the huge glans reached the bottom of her opening. She opened her eyes, stroked his chest muscles, and said breathlessly, "If you had raped me back then, I would have killed you with a single sword stroke."
Zhang Wuji shifted his body, found a more suitable position, and slowly began to thrust in and out. While swaying, he asked, "Minmin, aren't I raping you right now? Do you still think I'm a lecherous thief and want to kill me with your sword?"
Zhao Min tightly gripped Zhang Wuji's buttocks with her thighs, her lower body responding to his rhythm, and whispered in his ear, "If you rape me now, I will consider you my husband and I will definitely marry you!"

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