[Fantasy] Treasure Cauldron (Complete) - 10

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Chapter Twenty:

Kaifeng, located in the alluvial plain of the Yellow River Delta, was historically known as the Central Plains. In ancient times, the Central Plains was a strategically vital location fought over by Bianjing (Kaifeng) and Luoyang (Luoyang). Kaifeng was one of the six ancient capitals in history, existing for a total of 195 years. Its city walls were quite extensive, and after recent development, they consisted of six gates: the Northwest Gate, the Small South Gate, the Large South Gate, the Middle Gate, and the Song Gate. About seven or eight li (approximately 3.5-4 kilometers) from the city was an earthen city, which served as the inner and outer capitals during the Song Dynasty. The present-day Kaifeng was the inner capital of the Song Dynasty.

Bao Hong arrived in Kaifeng that day and stayed at an inn. He thought to himself, "Damn, I've been rushing around these past few days, and I smell terrible." He asked the innkeeper about a bathhouse, hoping to get a good soak. The innkeeper described it to him, and it turned out the side streets were much more bustling than the main streets. The reason for this was that the area had two very attractive businesses: gambling and prostitution.

Walking into the side streets, he saw rows of large lanterns in front of shops, signs that read "Hibiscus Pavilion," "Peony Pavilion," and "Imperial Concubine's Courtyard," and many flamboyant prostitutes flirting with everyone they met. There were even people soliciting customers all over the street.

He arrived at the Leisure Pool, removed his clothes, and was about to enter the pool. Suddenly, a silvery voice came from the doorway: "Gege...Young man, are you lonely?"

"Damn it! Otherwise, why would I be here 'ga ga'?"

"Judging from your appearance, aren't you a local? Do you have...Gege..."

"Damn it! What do you mean? Don't leave me hanging, or I'll deduct your hourly rate!"

"Oh, why are you so angry? I mean, do you have a lover? Don't deduct my hourly rate, or I'll be in big trouble today."

She paused slightly, then said, "Shall we begin?"

Bao Hong paused for a moment before saying, "Damn it, how do we begin? How do we proceed?"

"Hehe," the woman laughed, then began to undress, saying, "Whatever you want, do whatever you want. We can't let our paying customers be treated badly!"

"Please!" Bao Hong touched the bridge of his nose and said, "Damn it, you say what you want, I'm fine with whatever. It's good if you have one."

Bao Hong had intended to take a bath to wash away the weariness of recent travel, but he hadn't expected this bathhouse to offer massages. He thought, "Damn, since I'm here, I'll go for the full package. " The woman was already completely naked, standing facing him, ready to "launch her attack."

"Damn, I hope my first wife, second wife, and third concubine don't know anything about this, otherwise, my life will be truly miserable!" He had numbered all the women he'd had affairs with—Furong Fairy, Bai Yifeng, Yunniang, Miao Meiying, and so on. Thinking this, he said aloud, "Hey, what's your name again?"

The woman laughed lasciviously, "Shanshan is my nickname, please enlighten me, sir."

"Hmm, even the name of a beauty is pretty. Good, I like it. No wonder your price is twice as high as others. Good, worth the price!" "

As Bao Hong spoke, he lifted her face and kissed her passionately, their lips meeting in a fiery embrace. She exhaled a warm, sweet kiss.

Their breaths grew warmer.

"Mmm... um... um..." Shan Shan pulled his naked body closer, hugging Bao Hong tightly. Their lips parted, and Bao Hong attacked her snow-white, alluring, high, and elastic "double breasts." He thought to himself, "Wow, this woman's figure maintenance is so good. I didn't expect a woman in this line of work to still have such firm breasts, and the color of the peaks and bases still retains the original color of nature. Good!" "

While thinking, her mouth didn't stop, and she began to frantically suck on the mountaintop. In an instant... the two mountains suddenly rose higher. Bao Hong's hand had already attacked the base, gently pinching and kneading. Attacked from three sides, Shan Shan's desire was aroused.

She reached out and grabbed Bao Hong's jade pestle, then kept touching and stroking it, her two thighs began to bend and spread to the sides.

Seeing this, Bao Hong immediately used his hand to touch the tip of the kitten's nose, that red love bean, and with each touch, Shan Shan would tremble slightly.

Before long... she felt restless and began to twist her slender waist and pink buttocks, and her two long and round thighs began to move wildly, sometimes bending and sometimes straightening.

Bao Hong thought to himself: "Damn, it's time."

The rocket successfully entered orbit.

"Ah!" "Shanshan let out a soft 'ah.'

Then...she let out a long breath, excitedly exclaiming, 'So amazing...you're really good...you almost made me suffocate...' Her long, beautiful legs spread even wider to welcome the guest into the room.

Bao Hong, while...used all five fingers to caress her breasts, he was now a veteran in the sex industry, and this 'five-finger spree' was enough to give her a hard time.

'Wow, is it comfortable? Shanshan, are you satisfied with me?'

'Satisfied...satisfied...extremely satisfied...'

'Wow, wow, do you want to hurry up? Ah...it's wonderful, you're such a good cunt. It feels so good, wow, I'd rather die on your belly.' It turned out that Shanshan's bedroom skills were quite impressive. Her little honey hole sucked and gurgled like a fish drinking water, a sensation Bao Hong had never experienced before, and he was ecstatic."

"No...no...I...I...will...look...good like this? Right now...it must be...absolutely gorgeous..." Shan Shan moaned shyly again.

"Wow, why aren't you moaning yet? You'll look even more beautiful if you moan!" With that, Bao Hong began using the "three shallow, one deep" technique, the first three thrusts "lightly touching the water," and the last thrust "deeply rooted," trying his best to push in as far as possible.

"Ah...faster...stop teasing me...you're a real...real man...even if you penetrate me completely...I'm willing, just...treat me as...the target...the target..."

She used all her strength, constantly shouting. However...her round, pink buttocks moved up and down in response, her hands pressing hard against Bao Hong's firm buttocks.

“I can hurry you up, but you have to call me something nice.” Bao Hong glanced playfully at her, who was already infatuated, and said, “Call me something, and I’ll make you go on a roller coaster ride, soaring to the sky.”

“Good brother, hurry up, please speed up your pace… ah, run faster… um… um… deeper… great… wonderful… dear brother… dear man… start the engine… um… um…”

As Bao Hong’s bullet began to penetrate deep into her “target groove,” she also experienced waves of contractions…

“Ugh, my dear man,” she slowly opened her eyes and said, “I’ve never been so happy. The most incredible thing is that I even broke the target. I’ve discovered that you have quite a few tricks up your sleeve. Why do I have to call you ‘nice’? But what does it mean?” “

It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a good time. There’s a reason why I’m asking you to call me something nice, it’s not for you to shout randomly.”

“Hehe, you’re not really my ‘dear man.’ You go your way, I’ll go mine, the deal is done.”

"Damn, people say: 'A prostitute's door welcomes all,' and it seems that's absolutely true. If I had known you were so heartless, I would have just let you rot away." He started cleaning his tools, dressed, and left, his anger rising with each passing moment. Suddenly—he heard someone call, "Young master, come in and play a couple of rounds."

Bao Hong looked up and saw it was a gambling scalper calling him.

Gambling is the lifeblood of the underworld. Therefore—the underworld's "gang leaders" are forever linked to gambling, in other words, "connected." "Professional gambling" is practically a "golden rice bowl" for the criminal underworld. Because—as long as you invest a sum of money in a gambling den, you can reap a profit of one or two times that amount within a few days. Not only is the money plentiful, but it's also quick, and there are no taxes to pay, so who wouldn't want to gamble relentlessly?

Gambling dens come in all shapes and sizes, but they can be broadly categorized into two types: gambling dens and gambling dens.

Mahjong, Thirteen Cards, Texas Hold'em, Four-Color Cards, Kill Four Doors... etc., are considered "literary" games. Playing cards, like rolling dice, is considered "martial" games.

Casinos operate in two ways: one is cash betting, and the other is "chip betting," where you

can gamble without money, also known as "sharp chips." While you can gamble in "chip betting," you can't bet as much as you want. The host first assesses your "capacity" and limits your betting.

If you win, you take home cash, which is tax-free. If you lose, you pay back in seven days, half cash and half banknotes. Chip betting is the only place in the underworld that values trust; everyone in this circle is a veteran, and everyone uses trickery. Otherwise—what would they eat? As

soon as Bao Hong stepped into the casino, he saw two bodyguards at the entrance, their waists bulging, indicating they were carrying weapons. Besides the two burly men guarding the gate, a middle-aged scholar stood outside, dressed in a long red robe and wearing a yellow headscarf, seemingly unarmed. At a glance, it was clear he was the casino's "manager."

"Young master, our place is fully equipped with all sorts of novelties. Play whatever you like, please."

Bao Hong approached the dice table (betting on Sic Bo). The dealer was a woman. She grabbed the dice with her left hand, tossed them into the air, and then tossed her bra, used for shaking the dice, upwards with her right. The bra, as if with eyes, landed precisely on the dice. Then—the dealer gave another shout with her right hand, and the bra was already in the tray, then slowly released it.

"Bet! Bet! Bet! Bet! Bet! Big pays big, small pays small, no bet no pay!" the dealer began shouting at the top of her lungs.

Without hesitation, Bao Hong took out a silver note, betting one thousand taels of silver on "small." The dealer's expression changed drastically.

"Two, one three, small, win big, lose small!"

The female dealer waited for the table to be cleared, picked up the dice cup, and used a similar technique to the first move. As her right hand reached for the cup in the air, she deftly flipped and lifted it back onto the tray. Even then—the dice could still be heard spinning incessantly inside the dice cup. After the dice stopped, Bao Hong slowly placed two thousand taels on the big side.

"Two twos, one three, one nine, nine points—big!"

Bao Hong won again.

The third round began, and the female dealer dared not be careless anymore. She held the 'dice cup' with both hands and carefully shook it. The method was the most traditional, but because it was the simplest and least fancy way to shake the dice, the person shaking the dice could control it most skillfully. Gambling skills are like martial arts. Ordinary martial arts are complicated and fancy, often dazzling the eye. But a true master only needs to simplify the complex, a pure strike, to completely dismantle this complicated move. Similarly, gambling skills are like that. Therefore, Bao Hong sat up straight, held his breath, and focused all his energy.

After setting up the "treasure jar," Bao Hong gently scratched his head, then pushed the four thousand taels of silver notes onto the "small" side.

"Three ones, one two, small—eat the big, lose the small."

Just then—a crisp, sweet voice was heard, and at the same time, hands were placed on his shoulders, saying, "Young man, your gambling luck isn't bad, what's your surname? Where do you live? Time to take a break!"

"Damn, stop bothering me, is this a background check? Do you not like what I'm looking at?" As he spoke, he turned around and saw that the person was actually a beautiful girl.

She was wearing a light, pink, soft silk robe, as soft as a sticker, stuck to her standard and well-proportioned body. The silk robe was so thin that it was almost transparent, and from the outside, you could see her smooth, jade-like skin, which was truly eye-catching.

Her face was completely untouched by makeup, especially her bright, round, and large eyes, which were the best gift bestowed upon her by heaven.

She didn't even blink, let alone move her eyes.

Some people are born with superior qualities, and Bao Hong was undoubtedly one of them. Otherwise, how could the haughty and ruthless Yun Niang have fallen for him?

However, she only saw Bao Hong as an ordinary man, a very ordinary man, but Bao Hong stared at her intently, his eyes unwavering. She stood there like a volcano, ready to burn him to a crisp at any moment. For safety, it was best to keep your distance.

Bao Hong smiled and stood up, walking straight towards that volcano. Whether it was a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, he was willing to brave it; now he only wanted to conquer this volcano.

"My name is Feng Gu, and I'm in charge here!"

"Wow, you've got a certain charm." He wasn't referring to the smell of makeup, sweat, or alcohol. Some women are like daffodils, fresh yet mature. Undoubtedly, this was exactly what Bao Hong was referring to.

He was no longer a gambler, but an explorer, embarking on an expedition to the volcano.

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The bamboo shadows swayed in the sunlight, a faint fragrance wafted

from the secluded room. This was Feng Gu's boudoir, but now, Bao Hong's arrival had completely shattered the precious and elegant atmosphere of her flowing robes, brocade curtains, and gauze curtains. Feng Gu had already removed her veils, revealing her naked body, a sight to behold.

Bao Hong, this young and vigorous lad, had already erected his "tent." Feng Gu, on the other hand, was already quite adept at matters of the bedchamber.

Just then—upon seeing that "tent," and with a man and woman alone in the room, her heart pounded wildly. Bao Hong was even more alarmed; his erection began to tremble. Just then, a pretty maid brought in some wine and dishes, quickly placing them on the table before saying, "Aunt Feng, the wine is ready. Would you like to eat it while it's hot?"

"Princess, just leave it there. Auntie wants to have some fun!" she said, beckoning to Bao Hong. Bao Hong's cheeks flushed. They had only meant to chat casually, but it had turned into this situation. He exclaimed, "Damn it, what kind of gossipy woman is this!"

"Princess, come here!" she said, lying down and getting into position, ready to face the challenge.

Bao Hong swiftly removed his clothes and rushed over. Damn it, only a fool wouldn't play! He stopped at the edge of the bed, his "manhood" trembling with excitement! The pretty maid peeked over, then hurriedly lowered her head in fright.

Her heart was pounding like a supersonic, her hands trembling so much she couldn't hold the bowl, her mouth dry and parched—she couldn't possibly arrange the wine and dishes properly. Because she had once inadvertently glimpsed a man's "penis," she had assumed that all men's "penis" were of a standard shape and size. However—now, seeing Bao Hong's "penis," and noticing that it was a thumb longer than other men's, no wonder she was so astonished.

Therefore, Bao Hong advanced with a "jade pestle" in a "snake entering its hole" style… and then, as if stabbed by a sharp blade, Feng Gu immediately cried out "Ouch!" and her body trembled violently! Her strange cry startled the pretty maid, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground with a "bang," leaving her both shocked and horrified!

Seeing the immense power of his casual thrust, Bao Hong immediately picked it up… and then launched a series of rapid attacks.

Feng Gu had fought her way through countless battles, encountered heroes from all walks of life, and seen men of all sizes, but she had never met anyone like Bao Hong. She was almost overwhelmed, unable to breathe, and had no chance to retaliate.

However—she thought that no matter how capable Bao Hong was, he was just like any other young man, starting strong but finishing weak, and eventually running out of steam.

She'd had far too many ambitious young men like him. But to her surprise, after enduring a barrage of probing questions, Bao Hong not only failed to deliver but also became even more confident, his "firepower" becoming increasingly intimidating. Feng Gu couldn't help but stare at Bao Hong in astonishment.

Bao Hong's hands, which were originally on the sheets, immediately thought to himself upon seeing her expression, "You shrew, the real show is yet to come! Let's see how I deal with you!" He immediately pressed his palms against her "Mount Everest" and began to knead it without any restraint. Feng Gu's "Mount Everest" was immediately kneaded into two "meat dumplings," and she couldn't help but hum a tune.

The pretty girl had followed her for so long, accompanying her to countless "battles," and was therefore quite used to hearing this song, "Looking Forward to Spring Breeze." However—she discovered that Feng Gu had taken to the stage early to "perform" today. Upon closer listening, she realized that Feng Gu had actually composed a "new song," and she wanted to become the "Queen of Quick Wit." That strange tone had reached the "highest note," making one's hair stand on end and heart race, but she had a feeling that her master must be enjoying herself very much.

Because she had heard too many "live broadcasts," she knew which songs were just for show and which were genuinely enjoyable, so she knew that Feng Gu was thoroughly enjoying herself this time. She retreated outside and listened quietly to the "live report." After a short while, her cheeks were flushed. However, she couldn't help but feel a surge of desire, and her breathing became more rapid! She quickly took several deep breaths, trying to steady herself. But after a while, she failed. Because Feng Gu's moans were simply too outrageous. Under unprecedented stimulation, she endured for an hour before frantically writhing, completely disregarding the potential for back pain afterward.

Bao Hong, like someone taming a wild horse in the Great Northern Wilderness, continued his frantic assault, knowing that if he couldn't subdue her today, he would hardly be able to leave the casino. However—Feng Gu was no ordinary wild horse; her stamina was exceptionally strong. Bao Hong used both long and short attacks, continuing his assault for half an hour, but still couldn't score.

The two remained deadlocked, zero to zero. At this point, he too was panting heavily. Suddenly—he remembered the "Secret Essence Technique" from Baijiabao, which described, "View people as tiles and stones, regard yourself as gold and jade... Use the energy of the divine to swing the pillar of heaven... Fiery back wheel, legs stretched out... River chariot nine turns... Creation of heaven and earth..."

But Feng Gu solved this problem for him. Because Feng Gu had finally encountered such a fierce general, she couldn't bear to let him get too tired, and besides, she was at a crucial moment and couldn't let him be defeated like this... Therefore, she immediately gasped, "Little... brother... sister... come..."

Bao Hong thought to himself, "Wow, just what I wanted." He immediately let go and put down her legs. Just as he was about to retreat, Feng Gu cried out, "No!" She hugged him, and suddenly flipped him over, easily reversing their positions. Bao Hong couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, what skill!"

"Princess, the best is yet to come!" With that, she lowered her pink buttocks, unleashing a barrage of moves—"Southern Song of Love," "The Monk's Romantic Demeanor," "Unending Affection," "Head-Upside-Down Weng Zhong"—almost every weapon imaginable was brought out: knives, blades, swords, maces, whips...

However, Bao Hong steadfastly adhered to the eight words, "Using divine power to control qi, shaking the pillars of heaven," remaining as still as a meditating monk, occasionally thrusting his buttocks upwards with sudden bursts. At this moment, Feng Gu, like a fish just pulled from the water, bounced all over the bed, her hands tightly embracing him, her eyes glazed, panting.

“Little brother, you…you’re about to cum…”

“Wow, how could that be?”

“Gah…Gah…Little brother…you…you…you’re really promising…don’t be stubborn…don’t refuse to admit defeat…”

“Wow, let’s wait and see, we won’t know who the big winner is until the very end.”

“Fine, let’s see how long you can…keep your mouth…stubborn…”

So she spread her legs wide, opening her gates wide, inviting the “Hun soldiers” to enter, but Bao Hong ignored her, which made Feng Gu sweat profusely. So she straightened her pink legs and sat down, but Bao Hong deliberately dodged, like playing “dodgeball,” dodging and weaving, never quite reaching the depths. It was truly an emptiness, an emptiness that made her heart palpitate, almost driving her crazy. But he still stubbornly thrust, he wanted her to collapse first.

Bao Hong looked around, and it was time, he began his offensive, flipping over and pinning Feng Gu beneath him. He lifted his body upwards, then thrust downwards with lightning speed. Feng Gu was squeezed out a little air, but instead of pain, she felt an unprecedented comfort. However—Bao Hong didn't let her enjoy himself for long. After that initial thrust, he launched into more than ten rapid movements. Although these ten sudden movements were initially light and fleeting, leaving her weak and limp, the next six were like thunderbolts, their power like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves, leaving Feng Gu unable to react.

She felt a little dizzy, unable to distinguish between pain and pleasure. Her waist could no longer support her, and her whole body felt limp, lying weakly on the bed. Unable to withstand the waves of orgasm, she had no choice but to surrender and lie down beside him. Now Bao Hong began to take advantage of her, launching another wave of attacks, relentlessly pounding her! Pounding! Powerful! Powerful! Feng Gu was both pleasured and frightened, repeatedly begging for mercy! Bao Hong ignored her pleas and continued to swing his club! Finally, Feng Gu fainted!

A silvery voice rang out, "Young master, you should leave! Show mercy! If this continues, someone will die!"

Bao Hong wiped the sweat from his brow, grabbed his clothes, and unceremoniously went into the bathroom to wash himself before leaving the gambling den.

Back at the inn, Bao Hong grew increasingly angry. He had only intended to wash away the dust of his journey, but ended up engaging in two brutal brawls. Fuming with rage, he waited until dawn and then immediately left the inn.

Bao Hong traveled for five more days before reaching Dengfeng County. He found a restaurant in the town, ate a hearty meal, bought some dry rations, and, taking advantage of the early hour, continued his journey towards Shaolin Temple on Mount Song.

"Damn it," he thought, "this world-renowned Shaolin Temple must be heavily guarded. Whether I can even get inside, meet the abbot, and uncover any clues is uncertain." Therefore, he gradually forgot much of what had happened in Kaifeng. Suddenly, a Buddhist chant came from beside him, startling Bao Hong from his reverie. He abruptly reined in his horse and saw an old monk, carrying a huge wooden fish, slowly walking towards him.

Bao Hong was startled, thinking to himself, "Wow! This old monk not only has a solemn face, but his steps are also unusually heavy, and his movements are light and graceful, like a dog biting a duck—quacking loudly." Just

as he thought this, the old monk had already quickly approached his side, and suddenly, a tall, slender figure leaped with the speed of the wind, charging straight at Bao Hong's mount. The movement was faster than lightning, and Bao Hong had no time to dismount and dodge. In a panic, he pulled hard on the reins, and both he and his horse veered to the left. But then, the old monk laughed loudly, and his left palm slapped the right side of his mount with a loud crack! The

mount whinnied, and its front legs suddenly buckled to the ground. Bao Hong lost his grip on the reins and tumbled off his horse, landing several feet away on the ground.

"Damn it, you old bald man! Lighting a lamp in the latrine—you're asking for it!" he yelled, rolling away as if trying to get to his feet. But the old monk's aim wasn't to kill his horse, but to subdue Bao Hong. Before he could even stand, the old monk swung his iron wooden fish, sending it hurtling towards him with a whooshing sound!

The iron wooden fish weighed a full two hundred pounds, and the force of its attack was astonishing! Seeing the incredibly powerful incoming iron wooden fish, and knowing he was lying on the ground with little chance of escape, Bao Hong knew he was doomed. He was certain to be crushed to pieces, his blood splattered on the ground! But survival is a human instinct. In this desperate situation with no hope of escape, Bao Hong instinctively raised both hands, channeling his inner energy into his arms, to catch the flying iron wooden fish head-on!

To everyone's surprise, the ironwood fish thrown by the monk was incredibly powerful. Although Bao Hong caught it with his hands, he was half-lying on the ground, unable to exert any force. The impact of the hundreds-of-pounds-weight ironwood fish caused a sudden, sharp pain in his chest, his vision went black, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The monk, seeing that Bao Hong, so young, could catch a two-hundred-pound ironwood fish while lying on the ground unable to exert any force, was suddenly shocked. He opened his vertically drooping eyelids, ready to lunge and snatch the ironwood fish back.

Suddenly, he heard Bao Hong let out a wild, cold laugh. Ignoring his serious injuries, he gathered his inner energy, stood up, and shouted, "Damn it! I have no grudge against you, why did you attack me so viciously?" As he spoke, he stepped on the ironwood fish with his right foot and pushed it forward forcefully, sending it rolling towards the old monk like a ball.

The old monk picked up the rolling ironwood fish, threw his head back, and burst into wild laughter, his voice extremely stern. He laughed and said, “In three hundred years, our Shaolin Temple has never suffered such a humiliation. It’s like the treasure cauldron being stolen, and the abbot being kidnapped and disappearing. Although you caught my ironwood fish just now, you are far from capable of stealing the treasure cauldron or kidnapping the abbot from Shaolin Temple. However, you absolutely must not come to Shaolin Temple now. My words are sincere advice; if you disregard them and do not repent, you may even lose your life.” Having said this, he held the ironwood fish and floated away; his monk's sleeves fluttered lightly, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Bao Hong was taken aback by what he heard. He thought to himself, "I've seen that dragon-patterned cauldron in Miao Meiying's hands before. But the abbot of Shaolin Temple is such a figure. It's unbelievable that someone would steal it. Could it be the work of those girls from the Su Nu Sect?" Lost in thought, he suddenly heard a sweet laugh. A voice said, "I've been searching for you for so long! I've finally found you today!" The voice was crisp and sweet, extremely gentle. Bao Hong was startled. Before he could turn around to see who it was, a figure flashed before his eyes. Poison Rose was standing in front of him, looking at him with affection and smiling.

When Bao Hong saw that it was Poison Rose, his heart skipped a beat. He exclaimed, "Sister Yun, wow! What are you doing here?" Hearing him address her as Sister Yun, Poison Rose was overjoyed and giggled, saying, "Oh—your sweet talk is at its peak today! Whether you mean it sincerely or not, I love you to death."

Bao Hong didn't particularly like Poison Rose, but he didn't dislike her either. She had helped him a lot, and he knew she was a chivalrous and righteous woman named Yun Niang. He had no idea she was the ruthless, murderous Poison Rose! So, after Yun Niang finished speaking, he stood there, speechless.

Suddenly—he felt a sharp, piercing pain in his chest and abdomen, and instinctively clutched his stomach, squatting down.

Poison Rose's heart skipped a beat. She quickly asked, "What's wrong! Is your stomach hurting?" She took two steps closer, squatted down facing Bao Hong, and showed him great concern. Bao Hong, who was never good at lying, shook his head in pain: "Damn it! I just received a blow from an old bald man at Shaolin Temple, a move called 'Ironwood Fish.' I used too much force, and the hundreds of pounds of ironwood fish came at me with such ferocity that the impact injured my internal organs, and I suddenly felt an unbearable pain!"

"Oh—" Poison Rose exclaimed in surprise, "Is that so! Why did the old monk throw an ironwood fish at you?" Bao Hong said, "Damn it! He thought I was their mortal enemy who stole the Dragon Pattern Cauldron and kidnapped their abbot. Not only did he throw an ironwood fish at me, but he also struck my mount with his palm. I don't know if it's dead yet."

The intense pain caused beads of sweat to appear on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and paused for a moment before continuing, "Damn it, if Zuo Qi is dead, I'll really be embarrassed to tell my godfather!"

Poison Rose was shocked by his words. With a pair of large, watery almond-shaped eyes, her expression was extremely solemn as she said, "Could such a thing be?! The Dragon-Patterned Cauldron has been stolen, the Shaolin Abbot has been kidnapped—does that mean all the monks of Shaolin Temple are dead?" She paused, then her bright black eyes darted between her long eyelashes, her expression softening from solemnity to a tender, caring smile. She said, "Why should we concern ourselves with Shaolin Temple's affairs? Hurry, let's find a place to treat your injuries first, then check if your mount is dead." With that, regardless of Bao Hong's wishes, she picked him up and left.

Chapter Twenty-One:

Although Mount Song is not particularly steep or majestic, its ancient sites are unparalleled.

The usual climbing route goes north from the Zhongyue Temple up a flat ridge, about three miles to Huanggai Peak. At the summit is a pavilion offering a panoramic view of the magnificent Zhongyue Temple complex. The Zhongyue Temple is like a city wall, with a tall building in the center called Tianzhong Pavilion; further in are Chongsheng Gate and Huasan Gate, flanked by four halls representing wind, cloud, thunder, and rain, corresponding to the eighty-four departments on the left and right, and behind is the sleeping hall. Around

the temple gate, there are many vendors selling rubbings of the three gate towers. The temple has a very ancient history, founded in the fifth year of the Yuan Chu era of Emperor An of Han (Liu Hu) (118 AD). Empress Wu Zetian stayed here when she ascended Mount Song. It was rebuilt in later dynasties, and the four characters "Junji Yutian" on the plaque today were written by Emperor Qianlong. The stone gate tower

in front of the temple is one of the three gate towers of Zhongyue, also known as the Zhongyue Taishi Divine Path Gate Tower. The inscription "Zhongyue Taishi" in seal script is said to have been written by Lü Chang of Yangcheng in the fifth year of the Yuan Chu era. Behind the sleeping hall is a smaller Zhongyue Temple, covering several hundred acres, with red walls and yellow tiles, quite impressive in scale.

Poison Rose, holding her breath, arrived at a grotto next to the Zhongyue Temple.

This was a natural grotto, later renovated by human hands. The interior space was less than two zhang in diameter, and apart from a meditation cushion on the floor, there were no other furnishings.

However, there were a few things on the stone wall: two hanging scrolls and a small cave containing several old books.

It seemed that the owner of the grotto, even if not a friend of Poison Rose, must have been a close acquaintance. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to find such a suitable place to heal so quickly.

Bao Hong didn't ask any questions. He turned around and sat cross-legged in a corner of the stone wall. Soon after sitting down, he felt a biting, intense coldness emanating from the cave, attacking every nerve in his body, causing him to shiver uncontrollably. Healing in such a place would only worsen his injuries, and he might eventually freeze to death.

But Bao Hong didn't think about it. He simply lowered his eyebrows, closed his eyes, faced the sky, and silently circulated his internal energy to treat his internal injuries and resist the cold. His internal energy was learned from the secret manual of Taigong Wang. If it weren't for his internal injuries, even the severe cold wouldn't be a problem for him. Now the situation was different. He could only focus on resisting the external cold, leaving him less able to treat his internal injuries. This was like drinking poison to quench thirst; his efforts to combat the cold would inevitably worsen his injuries, and the consequences would be unimaginable in the long run.

All of this was observed by Poison Rose.

Just as he was single-mindedly focused on fighting the cold, a sweet voice suddenly entered his ears: "Brother Hong! How are you feeling?"

"Wow! It's all your fault for coming up with such a terrible idea, finding such a perfect place."

There was only one woman in this cave, and he knew without opening his eyes that it was Poison Rose speaking to him.

However, this wasn't a complaint; he believed Poison Rose was trying to help him, not deliberately trying to harm him.

Yet, he didn't understand how this could possibly help him. So he opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and said, "Damn! Sister Yun, don't you think doing this is like a widow losing her son—hopeless?"

"I know, but you have to believe me."

"Damn! If I didn't believe you, I would have run away long ago."

"Hey! Brother Hong, don't you suspect I'm deliberately trying to trick you?"

"If I really am, then so be it..."

"Brother Hong, I do have another purpose, but if I say it... I'm afraid you won't agree..."

"Stop beating around the bush."

"I just saw the picture on the stone wall, it's a kind of martial arts. If we learn it, maybe we can overcome the cold here."

"Damn! Congratulations! Go learn it!"

"What do you mean? Brother Hong, don't you want to learn?"

"The cotton shop is on fire—no way."

"You're really something, we're not formally becoming disciples, what's wrong with learning from the picture!"

"There's a specialization to learning, don't you understand? You're like scraping oil from a chicken's foot—pathetic!"

"You're too stubborn, Brother Hong, can't you be a little more reasonable?"

"A cavalryman without a horse—can't walk!"

"Fine, if I don't want to learn, I won't..."

"Alright! Everyone has their own ambitions, Sister Yun, please don't force me. Perhaps you meant well, deliberately arranging it this way. The peach blossoms of March—have withered!"

"Sigh..."

"Why are you panting like that? I didn't stop you from learning, please!"

"Don't chase me away, Brother Hong, if you don't learn, why should I learn it! But...sigh! Your injury..."

Poison Rose was truly strange; if Bao Hong didn't learn, she didn't want to learn either. Judging from her tone, she was taking Bao Hong's lead and his words and actions as the standard.

A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.

Poison Rose was cold and indifferent to other men, even willing to kill them, yet she was completely subservient to Bao Hong. If you thought about it, it wasn't hard to guess why.

Bao Hong never tried to understand women's thoughts, so he closed his eyes and ignored Poison Rose.

"What other terrible ideas do you have?" Bao Hong didn't believe she had any more solutions, but his eyes opened again.

Everyone has a curiosity, and Bao Hong's curiosity was particularly strong. However, despite his doubts, he still cast a questioning glance at Poison Rose.

Poison Rose understood his gaze, gave him a shy smile, and then lowered her head.

"What are you doing? Trying to imitate without

understanding? You'll end up completely wrong." Poison Rose rolled her eyes at him and said, "Brother Hong, there's a mysterious martial art in the martial world called 'Yin Yang Dao.' Have you ever heard of it?"

"Illegal construction—haphazard building!"

"No! Then... the Nine Hua Twin Immortals?"

"This humble one is ignorant and doesn't know the names of those two seniors."

"Hmph! You... alright! Let me tell you! The Nine Hua Twin Immortals are my parents, and our sect's mysterious art is 'Yin Yang Dao.'"

"Immortals talking nonsense—it's extraordinary. So Sister Yun is the daughter of the Twin Immortals, yet she's condescended to be a mere mortal like me..."

"Oh! What nonsense are you spouting? I'm talking to you seriously."

"Yes! I'm all ears."

"You can't grow ivory from a dog's mouth..."

"Ha... if ivory could grow from a dog's mouth, the country would have listed dogs as rare and protected animals long ago!"

"I'm not going to argue with you anymore. Since my parents suffered a qi deviation while practicing martial arts and passed away one after the other, I left Jiuhua Mountain and wandered the martial world alone; although we are not husband and wife in name..." At this point, her face flushed crimson, and she lowered her head shyly, her red lips trembling. After a pause, she lowered her head again and said softly, "We are already husband and wife in practice. If I don't pass on our sect's unique secret skill to you, who else should I pass it on to? Tell me, are you willing to practice this secret skill?"

"This..."

"What, you still have reservations?"

"Sister Yun, since you are the descendant of two martial arts masters, you should inherit their mantle, why..."

"You think I have already practiced 'Yin Yang Dao'?"

"Isn't that right?"

"You're right, I am the only successor of our sect, but so far, I only know the method of practice, but I have never practiced it."

"And why is that?"

"If I could practice it alone, it wouldn't be called 'Yin Yang Dao'!"

"How interesting... I don't understand?"

"As the name suggests, it's called 'Yin Yang Dao' because it requires a man and a woman to practice together..."

"A blind man in a brothel—modern (touching the lamp)."

Poison Rose sighed again, saying, "Brother Hong, don't misunderstand 'Yin Yang Dao' as an evil martial art. My parents had a good reputation in the martial arts world. Just ask around, and you'll know Sister Yun wasn't lying."

Bao Hong thought for a moment and said, "After going through all this trouble, you're just going to pass on your parents' martial arts to me, right?"

Poison Rose shyly raised her head, her bright eyes glaring at Bao Hong, and said softly, "The moment I gave myself to you, I made up my mind to teach you this skill!" "It's a rule set by my parents." Then, she smoothed the hair that had fallen across her forehead as she lowered her head, and said, "I knew you would come to Mount Song sooner or later. The Ziwu Cave on Mount Song is extremely cold due to the swirling mountain winds, making it the perfect place to practice this profound skill..."

She paused, then continued, "So, I came here first to make preparations, but I didn't know how to bring it up with you, because you're so stubborn. One slip, or one wrong word, and you might turn around and leave. That old monk injured you, which hastened my wish..."

"You're like a mind reader, you know me so well!"

Poison Rose smiled shyly and said, "Since we've already...done that..."

Bao Hong laughed and hurriedly asked, "What! What did we do..."

"You're so naughty!" After holding back for a while, she lowered her blushing face shyly and whispered, "We're husband and wife...a woman has to be able to figure out her husband's thoughts every moment."

Her smile was truly captivating. Facing the stunningly beautiful Yunniang, Bao Hong's heart fluttered. He smiled and said, "You're so good to me! Tell me, how do I practice it..."

Poison Rose suppressed her shyness and said tenderly, "However, I must explain beforehand. I haven't practiced this profound skill before, so it's hard to predict its consequences. You need to be mentally prepared..." As soon as she

finished speaking, she began to explain the secrets of the 'Yin Yang Dao' profound skill and its practice method. She also described how, after mastering it, not only could men have sex with ten women a day to replenish their yang with yin, but women could also absorb all the yang energy to strengthen their yin. Moreover, their internal energy would be elevated to a higher level, making them almost invincible in the world.

"I've heard people say that playing too much will make you haggard."

"Hmm! That's for ordinary sexual intercourse between men and women. But when you practice this mysterious skill, it's different; the woman only releases vaginal fluids, and your true yin essence is absorbed and stored by your 'treasure'; while when your yang essence is ejaculated, it must block your clitoris and force it into my 'flower chamber,' allowing me to absorb it; thus achieving yin-yang exchange, internal energy flow, and mutual complementarity of internal strength, cultivating an invincible body."

Then she added, "With this practice, your internal injuries will instantly dissipate and recover under the replenishment of the yin energy..."

"Wow! The Five Saints Hall is on fire—a temple disaster (wonderful)!" Having fully grasped the secrets of the technique, Bao Hong spoke as he moved closer, pulling Yun Niang into his arms. His hands slipped from her bodice to her chest, gently kneading her pert breasts through her undergarment. A tingling sensation spread from her nipples throughout her body, then surged down to her abdomen. When Bao Hong's fingers parted Yun Niang's undergarment and grasped her breasts, Yun Niang couldn't help but moan softly, "Gently, it hurts a little..." …

Yunniang, who had just become a woman from her virginity, couldn't immediately withstand Bao Hong's kneading of her breasts, especially the slightly hardened nipple, which, amidst the tingling pleasure, still carried a slight pain…

As Bao Hong's hand slid down from her suddenly swollen breasts, Poison Rose, in coordination, unbuttoned her clothes and the clasp of her bodice, revealing the upper body of a pure, white, and flawless young girl to Bao Hong. She let Bao Hong's nimble hands caress her as she hurriedly unbuttoned his clothes; while Bao Hong quickly unbuckled her belt, stroking her lower abdomen as he pulled down her trousers…

When Bao Hong's hand pressed against the soft, round mound of flesh beneath Yunniang's abdomen, Yunniang's breath quickened, and she wrapped her arms around Bao Hong's neck, pressing her burning face against his cheek.

When Bao Hong's palm caressed Yunniang's wet, hot, and sticky cave, she trembled. She then swayed her waist, sitting on Bao Hong's thighs, her legs wrapped tightly around his buttocks, one arm encircling his back, the other hooking around his neck from his shoulder. Their hot faces were pressed together, their rapid, hot breaths reaching Bao Hong's ears.

Bao Hong felt a surge of fire rising within him as a soft, firm mound of breast pressed against his chest, and he no longer felt the coldness of the cave. In this position, he had to withdraw his hands from under Yunniang's abdomen, his arms crossing under her armpits to embrace her back. Ignoring the fact that his palms were covered in Yunniang's fluids, he used his hands to support the back of Yunniang's neck, then turned his head and kissed Yunniang's bright red lips. Instantly, their tongues, like two small snakes, intertwined, coated with sweet saliva. According to the practice, they swallowed each other's nectar and honey.

Bao Hong's erect penis, like a fiery rod, was pressed between Yun Niang's soft, swollen breasts, which were covered by a delicate blanket. Although Yun Niang knew this was for training, she couldn't help but feel the shyness of a virgin. After hesitating for a while, she withdrew her hand, slightly raised her buttocks, and pressed Bao Hong's fiery rod under her jade cave, which was enveloped by two soft, thick labia. With its occasional trembling, Yun Niang, who was in a daze of passion, felt her jade cave throbbing and twitching, and the depths of her vagina became increasingly sore and itchy, and she felt a hot current surging and about to gush out.

Yunyun's mother quickly composed herself and leaned close to Bao Hong's ear, moaning intermittently, "Brother Hong, the preliminary training is complete. Now you can proceed with the exercises, otherwise, I won't be able to control my mind..." Bao Hong

couldn't concentrate at all. His burning rod, wet and slippery, felt like it was melting into hot lava, sending waves of tingling and itching from his groin straight to his dantian. He wanted nothing more than to swallow Yunyun whole. Thinking of the exercises, he gritted his teeth and held on. Hearing Yunyun's incoherent words, he leaned closer to her ear and said, "I...I'm worried about you. You...you'll feel pain...like the first time. I...I...I'll endure it! If I practice...it won't hurt anymore, right?" As she spoke, she felt a tingling sensation in her lower abdomen, and a warm current surged out...

The area where their thighs were joined was already sticky and wet, flowing down between their legs and onto the ground.

“I’m here…” As he spoke, Bao Hong reached down with both hands, gently lifting Yun Niang’s plump buttocks. His burning member, pressed against the entrance of her jade cave, naturally rose upwards. But amidst the slippery, wet surroundings, he struggled left and right, unable to find that tight, boneless paradise. Yun Niang, no longer caring about her girlish shyness, reached out to guide his member with trembling hands…

Amidst Yun Niang’s soft pleas of “Gently… Gently, slowly… Slowly…” Bao Hong suppressed the raging fire within him, allowing his member to penetrate deeper and deeper into the soft, tight, and hot cave that seemed to melt his member. As his hands, which had been supporting Yun Niang’s buttocks, slowly loosened and dropped, his member slowly descended…

“It hurts…” he groaned through gritted teeth.

He quickly lifted his arms, which had been supporting Yun Niang’s buttocks, slightly, then loosened them again.

"Ouch..." came another soft cry.

He lifted her a little higher...

repeating this up and down motion until finally, he reached his climax, his entire penis fully inside her...

Yunniang, her forehead covered in sweat, her brows furrowed, her eyes half-closed and brimming with tears, weakly rested her head on Bao Hong's neck and shoulder, tightly embracing his waist and back, her legs gripping his buttocks even tighter...

Bao Hong, also drenched in sweat, let out a long sigh, then embraced Yunniang tightly, gently kissing away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and tenderly caressing her smooth, delicate skin.

And so, his jade stem had passed the "middle pole" (note: eight inches deep at the bottom of the vagina), reaching deep into her flower core, and they remained motionless in this embrace for about half an hour... This was also a requirement of the training method.

During their practice, their qi and blood mingled and merged, their bodies burning with heat. The chill of the cave had no effect on them whatsoever. Then came a passionate kiss, their bodies merging in a deep, intimate exchange, their yin and yang merging, gradually entering a state of blissful oblivion…

Time slowly slipped away, and it was already midnight the next day. The old monk who had injured Bao Hong suddenly appeared at the cave entrance.

This Shaolin monk, witnessing this scene, uttered "Amitabha" (a Buddhist chant), his face filled with astonishment.

He saw Bao Hong sitting on the ground, with Poison Rose nestled in his arms; their arms were wrapped around each other, Poison Rose's legs bent around Bao Hong's waist, while Bao Hong slightly bent his legs, pressing them against her buttocks, their lips locked in a passionate kiss—a truly unparalleled and erotic scene!

Because Poison Rose's skirt was open, covering her lower body, he couldn't see below. However, the slight undulations of their bodies inevitably stirred his imagination.

The monk, a lifelong Buddhist, had never witnessed such an obscene sight! How could this not enrage him greatly? "You two wretches, how dare you commit such disgraceful acts on this famous mountain! I, this old monk, will kill you!" After a furious shout,

he immediately rushed into the cave. In his rage, he unleashed his full power; even a wall of copper and iron would not withstand his full-force attack.

But after a tremendous shock, he himself was bounced back, causing him to tumble several times, his vision blurring! Fortunately, he was not seriously injured. However, what terrified him most was that he was bounced back by a tidal wave of powerful energy!

This young couple was not engaged in lewd acts, but rather diligently practicing their martial arts, having already reached a high level of mastery. What kind of profound skill could be practiced in such a way?

The old monk, being a high-ranking Shaolin monk, pondered for a moment and immediately understood its origin. He knew of the Twin Immortals of Mount Hua, and naturally, he also knew of their unique profound skill, the "Yin-Yang Dao." However, for nearly twenty years, these extraordinary individuals had disappeared from the martial world; he never imagined that this young couple were their disciples!

He knew that although he possessed considerable skill, he was no match for the "Yin-Yang Dao," and facing two opponents alone, he had no chance of survival. He glanced into the cave again before quietly turning and retreating.

This was an extremely dangerous experience! Bao Hong and Poison Rose had narrowly escaped death.

Their practice was at a crucial juncture, and the old monk's sudden intrusion had greatly shaken their minds. Had the old monk not been suspicious, and if the Huashan Twin Immortals hadn't been chivalrous and killed countless people in the martial world, a few more intrusions by the old monk could have caused them to suffer a qi deviation and die instantly!

Another hour passed!

They both felt a burning heat in their dantian, their blood flowing towards their abdomens, and a stream of true essence slowly flowing from their penises into Poison Rose's vagina. Simultaneously, their Yin essence, through the union of primordial and yang, gathered around their penises, allowing them to absorb it. Yin and Yang were united, and their cultivation was complete. The two slowly awoke from their dazed state, both letting out a soft breath…

somewhat embarrassed by their current posture. Having already experienced their first forbidden fruit, they had essentially consummated their marriage. This unusual training posture still caused Poison Rose to reveal a shy, girlish bashfulness.

Bao Hong's injuries healed rapidly with his training, and he had been fully focused on his practice, naturally not daring to entertain any impure thoughts; but now, however, things were different. Seeing Poison Rose about to withdraw her hand to retrieve her clothes and get up, he couldn't let it end there. He shifted his focus from training to the desire for intimacy. He quickly embraced Poison Rose tightly, maintaining the original position, concentrating his energy, and his penis swelled to a considerable size, the glans pressing firmly against her flower core, like sucking and pecking, kneading and twisting, gradually increasing the force of his thrusts.

Yunniang, disregarding her girlish shyness, and with the excruciating pain of her first time having subsided somewhat over the past few days—though a slight stinging sensation remained—the tantalizing, tingling itch was irresistible. She couldn't help but respond to Bao Hong's thrusts, swaying her hips and waist, experiencing a wave of intense, numbing pleasure!

Yunniang felt a sudden spasm within her, and her abundant, gushing fluids, accompanied by soft gurgling sounds, flowed forth like a spring. At that moment, Bao Hong felt a surge of energy, and a gush of hot semen erupted from his throbbing member.

This time, they didn't use any "Yin-Yang Technique" to absorb each other's Yin and Yang essence, lest they lose the pleasure of their lovemaking. Aside from practicing martial arts, this was their second time together!

As Bao Hong thrust in and out, their love juices and semen flowed freely between their joined groins, like a bucket of hot paste spilled! The immense pleasure left them both dizzy and embracing, once again lost in a hazy, dreamlike state…

After a while, they both regained their composure.

Poison Rose, blushing, grabbed a towel and wiped the sticky mess between their groins. She put her clothes back on, then straightened Bao Hong's clothes before asking, "Are you still going to Shaolin Temple?"

Bao Hong said, "It's as obvious as lice on a bald head! Regardless of whether their sect leader was truly kidnapped, I'm going to investigate the truth behind the siege of the Three Strange Women of the Pass twenty years ago. If the monks don't speak, I'll burn their temple down."

Poison Rose smiled slightly and said, "If you want to go, I'll go with you... Burning down the temple is unnecessary, because the siege of the Three Strange Women of the Pass at Qingcheng Mountain was a conspiracy. Apart from those involved at the time, no one else would know the details, so forcing them to their deaths would be useless."

Bao Hong felt that what she said made sense, but he only nodded slightly and did not reply.

The two retraced their steps and headed towards Shaolin Temple. Suddenly, a horse neighed, and a horse galloped towards them. Bao Hong was overjoyed and straightened up, saying, "Wow! My mount isn't dead! I'm so happy!"

Poison Rose smiled tenderly and said, "Truly a rare and divine steed."

At this time, it was past Hai hour (9-11 PM). The night was deep, moonless and starless. Bao Hong slowly stood up, looked up at the sky and sighed, saying, "These Shaolin monks, though they eat human food, do shameful things; but their martial arts are extremely high. Whether we can succeed this time is still uncertain! Besides, it's quite a distance from here to Shaolin Temple. How can two people ride a horse?"

The old monk's iron wooden fish made Bao Hong feel that Shaolin Temple was not to be trifled with, yet he had to risk going. He knew Yunniang possessed extraordinary skills; with her by his side, although victory wasn't guaranteed, at least they wouldn't be alone. However, Bao Hong, naturally proud, was stubborn as a duck in February—unyielding! He subtly hinted for help.

The exceptionally intelligent Poison Rose, under normal circumstances or with others, might not have taken this subtext seriously, but how could she not understand her beloved Bao Hong?

Over the years, she had killed countless handsome young men with her poisonous flowers, but none could compare to Bao Hong! The charming and adorable Bao Hong led Yunniang to believe he was the most handsome and dashing man in the world. His large eyes, in particular, shone like stars in the night sky, possessing an inexplicable and irresistible power to attract and seduce young girls.

This attraction, this allure, caused her heart to flutter with a subtle, constant stirring! The scenes of their martial arts practice were vivid in her mind; the struggles and entanglements of their love, those indescribable, soul-stirring, ecstatic, and bittersweet moments—all these made her blush and her heart race at the mere thought of them! She could hardly control herself! This was a common phenomenon for young girls experiencing love and intimacy for the first time.

Lost in a daze of endless reverie, one moment she was secretly watching the "fairies" fight with him, the next she was playing the leading lady, adrift in a turbulent current… It

was a long time before she finally came to her senses. Seeing Bao Hong gazing at her pretty face, whether waiting for her response or lost in thought...

he heard her giggle and reply, "Why can't two people ride one horse? I don't care, so why do you? Besides, you and I..." She paused, her face flushing red, and continued, "Come on! I'll drive the horse from the front, and you sit behind me, okay?"

Before Bao Hong could answer, she had already come over, leaped onto the horse beside him, and, lifting the reins, said with a smile, "Get on."

Bao Hong couldn't help but make a face at her, then mounted and sat behind her.

Poison Rose flicked the reins, spurred the horse, and with a long neigh, the steed reared up and galloped forward. The horse galloped

merrily, like an arrow released from a bow. Bao Hong's arms were wrapped around Poison Rose's slender waist; he felt the wind whistling past his ears and the horse's neighing, and his heart fluttered.

Poison Rose flicked the reins, quickening the pace, and said softly, "Hold on tight, or you'll fall."

Bao Hong obeyed, holding her even tighter, but his hands were restless, kneading and rubbing her breasts with the swaying of the mount; not only did Bao Hong feel a strange sensation stirring within him, his heart pounding rapidly, but Yun Niang, aroused by his constant teasing, felt her beautiful face flushed, her body burning, almost unable to hold onto the reins, yet unwilling to stop his caresses.

As dawn broke, the two had already traveled over two hundred li of mountain road, probably entering the heart of Songshan Mountain.

After traveling a while longer, looking up, they could faintly see another peak standing in the dim morning light.

Poison Rose reined in her horse, pointed to the peak in the distance, turned to Bao Hong sitting behind her, smiled shyly, and then said seriously, "That peak ahead is Shaoshi Peak. The magnificent temple on the peak is the world-famous Shaolin Temple."

Bao Hong nodded, and looking around, he saw that Shaoshi Peak was about three or four hundred feet high. The Shaolin Temple was silent, with its overlapping halls and courtyards appearing and disappearing in the misty morning fog.

Just as Bao Hong was about to urge her to ride forward, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. He said, "Whether the abbot of Shaolin Temple was truly kidnapped is still uncertain. If we secretly enter the temple to seek an audience, it might violate the rules of the martial arts world. It would be better to openly knock on the door and ask the abbot directly about the truth behind the death of Heroine Wen Shi twenty years ago. Given Shaolin's reputation and status in the martial arts world, I imagine they wouldn't completely conceal the truth and remain silent."

Poison Rose pondered for a moment and said, "Although Shaolin enjoys a high reputation and status in the martial arts world, the siege of the Three Extraordinary Women from beyond the Great Wall was a conspiracy. If such an event is indeed closely related to Shaolin, I'm afraid the abbot won't tell us the details of what happened back then." "Tell me, or simply deny it outright."

Bao Hong asked, "What do you think we should do?"

Poison Rose replied, "I think we shouldn't discuss this for now. Let's wait until we get to Shaolin Temple and see how things go."

Bao Hong nodded slightly and said, "We (in the Minnan dialect) men listen to our wives, and we're sure to make a fortune."

Just as he finished speaking, a cold laugh was heard, followed by a shout from behind a huge rock: "What a bold child! Don't you want to live?"

A figure appeared with the voice, and a gust of wind rustled past. Suddenly, an old monk with a tall, slender figure, snow-white eyebrows, and downcast eyes appeared from behind the rock, carrying a huge ironwood fish, and walked towards the two of them.

Bao Hong had already guessed that the old monk was an outstanding figure in Shaolin Temple, but not the one who had thrown his ironwood fish on the road.

He immediately dismounted, bowed to the old monk, and smiled, "Junior Bao Hong is..."

The old monk coldly grunted, "I already know you; you are Bao Hong, the adopted son of Li Hou, the Red-Robed Elder of Southern Sichuan."

Bao Hong smiled faintly and asked, "What position do you hold in Shaolin Temple, Master?"

Seeing Bao Hong's utter lack of manners, the old monk grew angry. He suddenly swung his right arm, sending the two-hundred-pound ironwood fish soaring into the air, reaching a height of four or five zhang (approximately 10-15 meters), before finally falling to the ground.

The ironwood fish fell with extraordinary speed, but the old monk remained unfazed, easily catching the plummeting fish with his right hand. He then said, "I am one of the Five Elders of Shaolin Temple, my Dharma name is Master Minghui. My senior brother has already told me about your situation. Shaolin Temple is no longer what it used to be; you should not risk going there. I advised you to repent, but I didn't expect you to still dare to come." (The last sentence appears to be a separate, unrelated thought and is left untranslated.

) Having remained silent, upon hearing that Minghui was one of the Five Elders of Shaolin Temple, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. She quickly dismounted and curtsied to Master Minghui.

She smiled and asked, "Master Mingjue, one of the Five Elders of your temple, how do you address him, esteemed senior?"

Minghui was slightly taken aback and replied, "Mingjue is my senior brother. How do you know him, benefactor?"

Poison Rose replied, "I have met Master Mingjue once before. May I ask to see him again?"

Minghui's expression changed slightly, and she said, "No. Before the abbot of this temple returns to the temple, no one is allowed to enter, nor are any monks allowed to receive outsiders. You two should listen to my words and leave quickly, or you may find it difficult to escape."

Bao Hong, having witnessed the old monk's incredible strength in throwing the iron wooden fish, was secretly astonished, but outwardly remained calm, smiling as he said, "Since that's the case, we may not enter your temple, but you must tell me something."

Minghui's white eyebrows twitched, his expression becoming even more solemn, and he said, "Do you want to know about the incident twenty years ago when the heroes of Qingcheng Mountain besieged the Three Extraordinary Women of the Pass?"

Bao Hong's handsome eyes suddenly reddened, and he said, "Among the Three Extraordinary Women of the Pass, there is a female knight-errant named Wen Shi, who may be related to my past. She has been unjustly imprisoned for twenty years, how can this blood feud go unavenged! I must know the truth about the conspiracy at Qingcheng Mountain back then..."

"Shut up!..." Master Minghui's face was as cold as iron, and he shouted angrily, then pointed to a mountain peak and slowly said, "If you still want to press me about this matter, you can go up that mountain first." After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

Suddenly—a sharp shout rang out: "Wait!" Poison Rose floated in front of Minghui, blocking her path: "A monk should be compassionate. When someone is investigating the murderer of their mother, they should speak frankly and without reservation. Master, why are you making things so difficult for me?"

Minghui smiled coldly and said: "Female benefactor, do you want to fight this old monk?"

Poison Rose also replied coldly: "If Master insists on refusing to speak, then this junior will have no choice but to learn a few moves of Shaolin's ultimate techniques."

The old monk laughed and said: "Very well then, try taking three of my Ironwood Fish moves first."

Poison Rose said: "Please make your move." Before she finished speaking, a sharp shout rang out: "With your three fists and two kicks, you dare to fight my second senior uncle!"

Bao Hong turned to look at the speaker and saw a tall monk who looked to be about forty years old, wearing a gray cloth robe and carrying a fine iron staff. Anger flared within him, and he was about to lash out when Poison Rose preemptively sneered, "What a fierce monk! I think you're courting death!"

The tall, grey-robed monk was the fourth disciple of Mingkong, the head of the Shaolin School, and his Dharma name was Chaochen. Because of Mingkong's high regard for him, his martial arts skills surpassed those of his fellow disciples, hence his arrogance. The theft of the Dragon Pattern Cauldron and the kidnapping of the headmaster had created widespread panic, and a tense atmosphere pervaded the entire temple. Besides Mingjing and Mingwu, two of the five abbots, leading a group of skilled monks to search for the cauldron and the headmaster Mingkong, Minghui and Mingzhi remained at the temple to prepare for any further unforeseen events.

Mingjue, Minghui, Mingkong, Mingzhi, Mingjing, and Mingwu were the six disciples of Master Fanyu, the eleventh head of the Shaolin School. According to the traditional rules of the martial arts world, the eldest disciple should inherit the master's mantle; if the eldest disciple is incompetent or has passed away, the second disciple should succeed.

When Master Fan passed away, Mingjue and Minghui were both traveling and had not yet returned. Furthermore, Mingkong, skilled in strategy, had been extremely attentive and filial during Master's illness, staying by his bedside day and night, serving him medicine and never leaving his side. Moreover, his martial arts skills were comparable to his two eldest disciples. Therefore, with his two eldest and second disciples traveling far away and unable to return to the temple, Fan entrusted the position of sect leader to Mingkong. Within

a year of Fan's arrival at the temple, Minghui and Mingjue returned one after another. However, unable to disobey their master's command, they not only did not compete with their third disciple for the position but also did their utmost to assist Mingkong. Out of gratitude to his elder and junior brothers, Mingkong appointed Mingjue and the others as the Five Elders of the Abbot.

As for Chao Chen, not recognizing Poison Rose, he was enraged upon hearing her words. He leaped forward, his iron staff swung down in a 'Lightning in the Clear Sky' strike, shouting, "You lowly wench! Who doesn't want to live?"

Poison Rose smiled coldly, her lithe body flashing like lightning to Master Minghui's side. She asked, "Who is he in your temple? Speak quickly, or I'll take his life."

Seeing her incredibly skillful evasion, Master Minghui knew she possessed extraordinary abilities and that Chao Chen was no match for her. Without much thought, he hurriedly replied, "He is the fourth disciple of the sect leader. You mustn't harm him."

Poison Rose suddenly appeared beside Chao Chen, saying, "For your master's sake, I won't kill you, but you'll be spared death, though not punishment. I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

As she spoke, she blocked Chao Chen's sweeping iron staff with her right hand, and with her left hand, she struck Chao Chen's right shoulder with a 'Gentle Breeze Swaying Willow' strike. Her palm strike was not only incredibly fast, but also strangely elusive. Chao Chen had no time to dodge; he felt a numbness in his right side, and his iron staff fell to the ground.

Master Minghui was startled. He leaped forward, swung his iron wooden fish, and struck down with the "Power Shakes Mount Hua" move.

The iron wooden fish itself weighed over two hundred jin, and the force of the strike was nearly a thousand jin. Even with her bare hands, Poison Rose, no matter how skilled, dared not take the blow head-on. She twisted her slender waist, drifting about ten feet to the left. Her toes barely touched the ground before she suddenly sprang up again, swift as a gentle breeze, appearing in front of Minghui. Her right hand swiftly struck the monk's "Seven Kan" acupoint below his chest.

She had just evaded the attack, and the old monk had clearly seen her strike, recognizing her extraordinary and unorthodox skills. He dared not be careless, quickly withdrawing his iron wooden fish and retreating three steps.

Poison Rose let out a string of silvery laughter, saying, "Master, why retreat!" As she spoke, her jade-like palms swiftly unleashed three rapid strikes.

Poison Rose displayed her unparalleled lightness skill, "The Eighteen Flights of the Cloud-Piercing Phoenix," combined with the wondrous moves of the "Cloud-Piercing Palm Technique," momentarily overwhelming the monk.

However, being a highly respected Shaolin monk, he quickly regained his composure amidst the initial panic. With a roar, Ironwood Fish unleashed a curtain of azure light, blocking the three strikes. Then, Ironwood Fish launched a counterattack with a surprising move.

Despite the old monk's advanced age and Ironwood Fish's seemingly clumsy movements, once unleashed, they were as agile as the wind. A flash of azure light, and the monk and Poison Rose vanished. It

was truly a rare battle in the martial arts world. One was a renowned monk from a famous temple, the other a peculiar woman with extraordinary skills. Bao Hong stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the fierce, life-or-death struggle between the two.

Suddenly, figures flashed before his eyes. Four burly monks, each wielding a weapon, attacked Bao Hong without a word.

Having reached this point, Bao Hong could no longer restrain himself and had no choice but to draw his sword to meet the attack.

These four monks were all disciples of Master Mingkong, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and were known as the Eight Protectors of Shaolin Temple. Including the injured and fallen Chao Chen, there were now five.

They all possessed extremely profound martial arts skills. Fortunately, Chao Chen, the most skilled of the five, had been injured in the right shoulder by the Poison Rose, leaving him partially paralyzed and unable to intervene. Only then could Bao Hong barely withstand the four's attack.

This was Bao Hong's first time using a sword since entering the martial world, and he hadn't expected the 'Wind and Thunder Sword Technique' in the manual to have such an effect. The

'Wind and Thunder Sword Technique' was renowned for its speed, as swift as a sudden storm; coupled with the Supreme Venerable Tian Fengyun's treasure—the two-pronged sword—which gathered wind with its movement and subtly revealed divine power, it truly deserved to be called a rare treasure.

With each strike of his sword, not only was his swordsmanship strange and unpredictable, but the humming sound of the blade was like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger. He had already held off the four monks for fifty or sixty rounds without showing the slightest sign of defeat.

At this moment, Poison Rose and Monk Minghui were each using their ultimate techniques to try and defeat their opponent quickly. Master Minghui not only possessed profound martial arts skills, but his internal energy was also astonishingly powerful; his internal energy, cultivated over decades, was used to wield the iron wooden fish to counter

attacks and keep Poison Rose at bay. Although Poison Rose had used all the techniques of her sect, relying on the "Eighteen Flights of the Cloud Phoenix" lightness skill and the "Cloud-Piercing Palm Technique" to desperately resist the attacks, her power was ultimately limited...

Life and death, victory and defeat, change in an instant; in the midst of thunderous force, what outcome would Poison Rose and Bao Hong face?

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