[Wuxia] A Collection of Adult Versions of the Four Great Classical Novels (Complete) - 34

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The Prodigal Son Yan Qing (7)

"Xiang E transformed into this secluded fragrance, Lingbo Road, ancient shore cloud sand left behind regret. By the steps shadow, cold fragrance is chaotic, frozen plum hides rhyme, by the incense burner, then moved to the pillow, and again see, jade beauty with dark blue hair. I expect to be called to appreciate, Qinghua Pond Pavilion, the cup must be full." When Xiao Dai woke up in the morning, she saw a light red note on the desk in front of the window, the pen was flowing like a dragon and snake, almost breaking the paper.

Her cheeks were flushed, she knew that it was written by Yan Qing Xiao Yi. He usually compared her to the Lingbo fairy, and was intoxicated by her pure face and graceful figure.

Her heart ached slightly, she knew that Yan Qing had come last night, sat in front of her bed and silently looked at her, and in an instant, Xiao Dai's tears fell like rain...

Just then, the door opened slightly, and Xiao Dai knew from the corner of her eye that Yan Qing had returned.

Sure enough, Yan Qing was holding a Songjiang paper box. He walked softly behind her and whispered in her ear, "Little sister, you slept so soundly. It's just that your brother suffered, sitting up all night." Xiao Dai smelled a familiar, sweet fragrance—the scent of osmanthus!

Had he gone to buy her favorite osmanthus pastries so early in the morning?

In the dim morning light, Yan Qing saw tears glistening in her eyes. He reached out from behind and embraced her. Her slender waist swayed gracefully, her body warm, and he was overcome with emotion.

He heard Xiao Dai hum, "Brother, why didn't you wake me? I sat up all night." A dull ache lingered in her heart, a pain buried deep within, lurking and often inexplicably wounding her.

Yan Qing smiled slightly, "Seeing you sleeping so soundly, I couldn't bear to wake you. Sister, you're so beautiful..." Deep down, he also felt a pang of tenderness and sorrow. The sadness of being fellow sufferers overwhelmed him, especially after Jia's humiliation three days ago, which had deeply wounded him. For a time, he truly wanted to leave.

Xiao Dai asked with concern, "Brother, is your injury healed? Don't move around too much, or you'll damage your health." She leaned gently against him, feeling that life had no regrets, and even this short moment was precious.

Yan Qing kissed her delicate lower earlobe, its fragrance cool and refreshing, and said, "Brother is in good health; that little injury is nothing. You've suffered these past few days. Brother will take you out to play today." He knew his days were numbered; Xiao Dai would soon be married, and they might never see each other again in this lifetime. He only wanted to spend as much time as possible with her in the remaining days.

Xiao Dai smiled, "Brother, where are you taking me? I'm afraid Grandma will order me around." Even though it was a bitter smile, she still forced one.

Yan Qing saw the helplessness and desolation that flashed in her eyes and felt very sad. He said, "I've already told Grandma, don't worry. I'll take you to Jingshan for a while. Didn't you tell me you wanted to go there?" Xiao Dai said, "That would be perfect. Brother, will you eat with me?" A gentle morning breeze rustled the leaves, and the trees outside the window swayed, their branches adorned with a profusion of pale yellow blossoms, as elegant as Xiao Dai before him. Yan Qing's heart stirred, and he said, "I'm not hungry. If I want to eat, I'll eat you..." Xiao Dai trembled and said softly, "Xiao Dai has long belonged to you, brother... brother, come and eat." Her beautiful eyes slanted, her allure captivating.

Yan Qing slipped his hand inside her undergarment, feeling its smooth, glossy surface. He said, "Good sister, good sister, you are truly my good sister!" His hand traced her curves downwards, exploring her firm, plump buttocks, and then down to her wet, grassy vulva.

Xiao Dai was instantly captivated, her phoenix eyes glazed over, her delicate figure trembling. She could only softly murmur, "Brother, this is truly killing me..." Her tender arms gently untied her clothes, revealing her fair skin. Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed intently at Yan Qing.

Yan Qing softly said, "Good sister..." He gently placed her on the jade crescent bed, his fingers slowly tracing her smooth, white skin, soft as water, warm as jade. With each touch, Xiao Dai let out a soft moan, and Yan Qing was intoxicated...

Recalling their past lovemaking, Xiao Dai's tender whispers still echoed in his ears, and Yan Qing's heart surged with emotion, overwhelmed with a myriad of feelings.

Although their time together was short, their hearts were intertwined, their love deep and unwavering. Only because they were both servants, their marriages were not their own choice; they were truly powerless to change their fate.

Yan Qing caressed her entire body, tears welling in his eyes. He slowly lowered his head, kissing every inch of Xiao Dai's delicate body, wishing he could suck her into his heart.

Although Xiao Dai was beneath him, she could feel his tenderness and love even with her eyes closed. She forced back her tears, reached out her slender hand, and grasped Yan Qing's fiery penis, moaning, "My love, come on..." Yan Qing felt a pang of heartache, so he used his hands to pry open Xiao Dai's tender thighs, and with his penis erect, slowly inserted it into her slippery vulva, only afraid that his large penis would hurt her.

Overwhelmed with passion, Xiao Dai couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed his penis with her hand, thrusting her buttocks upwards. With a soft "plop," her vulva was deeply inside him, the head of Yan Qing's penis pressed firmly against her clitoris. Xiao Dai cried out softly, feeling a soft, tingling sensation inside her. She wanted to scream, but she bit her red lips, suppressing the sweet pleasure that followed.

Yan Qing didn't move immediately. His penis slowly ground inside her, from top to bottom, from left to right. This gentle grinding drove Xiao Dai wild with desire. She moaned and groaned, her eyes darting around, her legs flailing, her hands gripping Yan Qing's arm tightly. Seeing her aroused, Yan Qing knew she was aroused. He played with her erect breasts with one hand, while the other hand pressed against her clitoris. He slowly pushed her with his hips.

Xiao Dai cried out, her heart burning with an unbearable heat, as if a thousand ants were biting her, making her want to fly away to escape this excruciating pain. As Yan Qing thrust, he felt the surging waves within her vagina, her juices flowing freely. Suddenly, he exerted himself, a series of fierce and powerful thrusts, each one as valiant as a tiger, yet with perfect control, bringing Xiao Dai immense pleasure. Her vaginal fluids splashed everywhere, like waves crashing against the shore.

Each of Yan Qing's attacks pierced her vital points, causing her clitoris to fall away, a sensation both excruciating and pleasurable. Xiao Dai's legs could only desperately clamp down on Yan Qing's irresistible member, her delicate branches trembling, panting heavily, whispering lewd words. This relentless torment left Xiao Dai with hazy eyes and a limp, yielding body.

Yan Qing pounded her hundreds of times, and Xiao Dai could no longer bear it. A torrent of spring tide gushed from the depths of her flower core, thick, milky-white fluid seeping from the crevice where they were joined. Yan Qing knew she had climaxed, but he didn't stop; his massive member continued to pound against her vulva.

Xiao Dai's vulva was already utterly ravaged, a mess of lustful fluid. Her delicate body seemed no longer her own; she moaned softly, her secret orifice

oozing moisture. Yan Qing saw her pale face, like a sickly beauty, even more pitiful in the morning light, a sight that stirred tenderness in him. He withdrew his penis, then knelt between her thighs, opening his mouth to swallow her thick, gushing semen until it became increasingly thin. He then inserted his tongue, licking it clean before stopping.

"Brother, I'd die willingly," Xiao Dai said, her body limp in Yan Qing's arms. For a moment, their love was intense, their passion overflowing.

Yan Qing gently stroked Xiao Dai's long, black hair, so fine and soft, her breath fragrant with sweat. He said, "Good sister, rest a while. I'll arrange the carriages and horses. Today, I'll accompany you to Jingshan." Even after their passionate encounter, Xiao Dai remained captivating and alluring, making Yan Qing's heart flutter. He felt that heaven and earth were no more beautiful than this.

It was January, and the north was cold. Few people visited the Xiuzhu Pavilion on Jingshan.

Yan Qing sighed, "The Jin soldiers are violent and often invade the south. Look at how few tourists there are until these barbarians are eliminated." Xiao Dai said, "The weather is so cold. Even without the Jin soldiers, there wouldn't be so many tourists." Yan Qing nodded, "You're right. Look at those trees, covered in snowflakes. It's truly a world of ice and snow." Seeing that Xiao Dai was still cold, he casually took off his black leopard-patterned cloak and draped it over her shoulders.

Xiao Dai shook her head and said, "Brother Xiao Yi, this isn't good. Won't you get cold?" Yan Qing smiled and said, "I have internal energy, so I'm not afraid of the cold. You can wear this for now. I'll buy you a lynx fur coat later to keep you warm." Xiao Dai sighed and said, "As a maid, I'm afraid I can't afford such expensive clothes. You shouldn't buy them." Yan Qing said, "You're about to become a lady. From now on, only maids will serve you." Xiao Dai's face darkened and she said, "Hmph, you just want me to marry Jiang Er soon, then you'll have your wish fulfilled." "Your heart." Yan Qing immediately realized his mistake and quickly said, "That's not what I meant, Xiao Dai, don't worry about it. I'm here to apologize." Xiao Dai's eyes filled with tears. "Xiao Dai doesn't have that kind of luck, Brother Xiao Yi. If there's an afterlife, will you marry me?" Seeing her pale face, Yan Qing felt a pang of sadness. "Sister, I will definitely marry you in the next life. I will marry you properly, with fanfare, and welcome you into my home." He was a romantic and carefree man, and seeing Xiao Dai so melancholy, he was quite worried.

Several tears rolled down Xiao Dai's fair cheeks. Through her blurry eyes, she saw Yan Qing's dashing and heroic appearance, and her heart ached. "But he doesn't belong to me. I want this life, not the next. Brother, my brother..." she murmured, her heart trembling, her mind elsewhere.

Yan Qing was filled with gratitude. He embraced her soft body, about to kiss her, when suddenly he heard several long howls in the distance, accompanied by the faint sounds of clashing swords. He looked up and strained his eyes to see several men riding horses at full speed, pursued by a whistling army.

Yan Qing, with his sharp eyes, recognized the pursuers as Jin soldiers, dressed in barbarian clothing and firing arrows with a sharp, piercing sound. He was enraged. Although this place was outside Beijing, it was still within the borders of the Song Dynasty. How dare these barbarians be so arrogant!

Hearing Xiao Dai exclaim in surprise, "It's the eldest young master!" Yan Qing's sharp eyes flashed like a cold light. He saw the man in the lead dressed as a scholar, wearing a dark blue brocade robe with a jade belt around his waist and an embroidered crown. He looked like a wealthy man. He asked, "Xiao Dai, is this Madam's eldest brother, Jia Jin?" Xiao Dai nodded and said, "Yes, but I don't know why the eldest young master is in such a sorry state." Yan Qing leaped up, lightly touched the snowy branch, and used the momentum to move several times in the air. He was now standing steadily in the middle of the road, looking like a steed leaping over a ravine, full of vigor.

He let out a clear whistle and said, "Is the one who comes young master Jia Jin?" Jia Jin was fleeing for his life on horseback when suddenly a man fell from the sky and blocked his way. He was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly said, "I am indeed Jia Jin. Who is this brave warrior? Please do not block my way." Yan Qing laughed and said, "Young master Jia, do not be alarmed. I am Yan Qing. Lu Junyi, the wealthy man from Beijing, is my master." Immediately afterward, a fragrant Roman carriage rushed up. It seemed that Jia Jin was with his female relatives.

Jia Jin was overjoyed upon hearing this and relieved. He hurriedly said, "Brave warrior Yan, save me!" Yan Qing nodded and said, "Young master Jia is my wife's elder brother. I, Yan Qing, will save you even if it means my own death." After saying this, he took out a crossbow from his waist and shouted, "Today, let the barbarians see the skills of me, Yan Qing!" No sooner said than done, three of the pursuing soldiers fell one after another.

It is said: With a brocade bag wrapped around his back, curved like an autumn moon that has not yet fully risen; with a steady release of the eagle feathers, swift as a shooting star.

A young man in brocade robes and a golden crown leaped out from the pursuing riders and shouted, "I wish to hear the name of this brave warrior!" The Jurchen people have always revered heroes, and seeing Yan Qing's unparalleled archery, his unrestrained leaps and bounds, and his calm and collected demeanor, they were all greatly impressed.

Yan Qing shouted, "Don't you recognize me, the Prodigal Yan Qing?" The young man praised, "Good, Prodigal Yan Qing, I recognize you. Today is late in life, but we will meet again in the future." With that, he turned his horse and rode off. After a few steps, he turned back and said, "I am Wanyan Wushu of the Great Jin Dynasty. One day, you southerners will recognize me!" With a loud laugh, he vanished.

Yan Qing, seeing his imposing manner and superb horsemanship, thought: "These barbarians are so formidable; no wonder my Great Song Dynasty is suffering defeat after defeat."

Seeing him deep in thought, Jia Jin stepped forward and said, "I've long heard that Yan Qing, the rogue from Beijing, is a master crossbowman who never misses a shot. It's true what they say. Alas, a scholar is truly useless. If it weren't for Yan Qing's rescue today, I would surely be dead." He was a weak scholar, and seeing the fierce-looking Jin soldiers, he was terrified and his limbs felt weak.

Yan Qing said modestly, "I am but a lowly servant, Young Master Jia, there's no need for such formalities. But I wonder why you were chased by the Jin soldiers? You know, it's common for Jin soldiers to plunder and kill on the border. You don't know martial arts, how did you manage to put yourself in such danger?" Jia Jin sighed, "Alas, it's all because my young lady insisted on returning to her parents' home. Her home is in Shijiazhuang, a hundred li from here, which is also within the Song Dynasty's territory. Who knew the barbarians would be so bold as to cross the border to hunt here, hence this predicament." Yan Qing followed his gaze and saw the brocade curtain of the fragrant carriage lifted, revealing a beautiful woman looking directly at him. Seeing Yan Qing's piercing gaze and imposing presence, her delicate face flushed slightly, and she quickly lowered the curtain.

Yan Qing said, "Since you're here, let's make the best of it. How about we go to the master's house for a chat?" Jia Jin happily replied, "Excellent, excellent!" As he spoke, his gaze swept over Xiao Dai, noticing her rosy complexion and her beauty surpassing even her youthful days, and his heart fluttered.

Yan Qing did not notice that Xiao Dai had her head bowed, clearly lost in thought.

The playboy Yan Qing (8)

wrote a poem: "In peaceful years, the orioles sing and the swallows dance, and the young woman lingers with affection. Romance is always misled by romance, and she hates that spring is too short." After playing with the playboy Yan Qing that day, Jia Shi was unable to get over her feelings and was deeply attached to him. She thought that she dared not make a move because of the kindness of the master, and she was listless all day long.

On this day, she ate two sweet snacks with the authentic round tea sent by Abbot Huiming of Lingyin Temple in Lin'an. She was just about to take a nap

when Xiao Cui rushed in and said, "Grandma, the eldest young master is here, and the young mistress is here too." Jia Shi said happily, "Didn't you say you would come next month? Why did you come today without telling us?" She had always been very close to her elder brother, and she got up quickly when she heard the good news.

Xiao Cui, quick-witted, said, "I heard they encountered Jin soldiers in the suburbs, but fortunately Yan Qing and Xiao Yi rescued them in time, allowing them to escape danger." Upon hearing this, Jia Shi was both shocked and delighted, repeatedly chanting "Amitabha," and said, "The northern suburbs have always been frequented by barbarians. My brother is cautious by nature; how could he take such a risk? If anything were to happen to him, alas..." As she spoke, she hurriedly put on a brocade robe and skirt, adorned herself with a pearl crown and hairpins, and led Xiao Cui towards the front hall.

There, she saw a commotion in the hall, where Master Lu was exchanging pleasantries with Jia Jin, saying only, "It's just a small matter, nothing to mention; it's what this servant should do." In his heart, however, he was pleased, as the Lu family still relied on his wife's family's influence for some of their business.

Jia Jin said, "In these chaotic times, we still need heroes like Yan Qing and Xiao Yi to help us. You really know how to train people, Master Lu. When will you send one to our Jia family?" Master Lu nodded in agreement and humbly said, "Actually, Yan Qing isn't very capable; it was just a coincidence. It was also your carelessness in not having Jiang Fangzhou by your side. Otherwise, with him around, what would we fear from the rampant barbarians?" Jia Fangzhou's original name was Jiang Fangzhou. He was originally a notorious bandit who roamed the Yangtze River, ruthless and skilled in martial arts, rarely encountering a worthy opponent. Later, he was betrayed by his accomplices to the government and imprisoned. At that time, Jia Zhun was at the height of his career. Seeing that Jia Fangzhou remained exceptionally heroic despite his predicament, Jia Zhun wanted to recruit him. So, he used his position to rescue him. Jia Fangzhou was deeply grateful and changed his surname to Jia, becoming a servant in Jia Zhun's household.

Master Lu had overheard Jia's boasting in his bedside, saying that Jia Fangzhou's boxing skills were fierce, fast, and invincible, capable of killing enemies without them even realizing it. Master Lu himself had heard of Jia Fangzhou's reputation as "Half-Step Bengquan Across the Yangtze River" during his travels, and thought it must be true.

Jia Jin nodded, "Yes, but my father always had him by his side, and my wife was urging me to hurry, so I had no choice but to take this risk. Who knew..." Master Lu said, "Young Master Jia is blessed with good fortune; everything is ordained by Heaven. Even without Xiao Yi's help, you are a lucky man, and Heaven will surely protect you. You will surely turn misfortune into good fortune and overcome adversity." Jia Jin was overjoyed and was about to speak when Jia's wife emerged from behind the hall.

Upon seeing her brother, Jia's eyes welled with tears. She cried, "Brother, you didn't consider Father's advanced age and dared to take such a risk! If anything had happened to you, wouldn't the whole family have been implicated?" Jia Jin quickly replied, "Sister, don't be alarmed. Fortunately, Yan Qing was capable enough to repel the barbarians. I will never dare to do such a thing again. Sister, please don't cry." Master Lu smiled and said, "Madam, don't be alarmed. I'll go to the back and give some instructions. We'll have a welcome dinner for Young Master Jia tonight to calm his nerves." Jia Jin said, "Tell the servants..." "Just do it, why does the master need to go himself?" Master Lu shook his head and said, "Alas, Li Gu usually does it, but today I'm sending him to the satin shop on South Street to collect the debt. I think it's more reassuring for me to go myself." Jia said, "Brother, you've worked hard today, you should eat something nourishing. Where is sister-in-law?" Jia Jin smiled and said, "She was frightened just now, and Xiao Dai took her to the inner room. Sister, you've become even more beautiful these past few days." Seeing that Master Lu had walked far away, he gave Jia a wink.

Jia understood and said to the servants, "You can all leave now. Don't come in without my permission." Meanwhile, Jia Jin's wife followed Xiao Dai into the inner room to change and wash. Seeing that the furnishings were elegant and comfortable, although not luxurious, they had a kind of noble air, and she knew that this was Xiao Dai's bedroom.

She pointed to the half-open old plum tree on the nanmu wooden table and said, "Little Dai, I really owe you a debt of gratitude today. Otherwise, falling into the hands of the barbarians would have been worse than death." Little Dai hurriedly replied, "Young Madam, please don't be so polite. I am but a servant girl, and I dare not address you as a sister. Besides, I am powerless; how could I have saved you? It was all thanks to Brother Xiao Yi." Madam Jia Jin said, "Oh, I've long heard that Master Lu's family has a playboy named Yan Qing, who is quite remarkable. Seeing him today, I can see he is indeed handsome and extraordinary. Little Dai, don't you love him to death?" Little Dai's cheeks flushed, and she said, "Young Madam, you always joke with servants like me. I wouldn't dare to think of that." Madam Jia Jin asked in surprise, "Hey, look at you and his brother..." "They call each other 'sister' and secretly meet at Jingshan, which shows their deep brotherly and sisterly affection. Seeing how much Master Lu values her, he'll surely grant her wish. What's there to fear about the future?" Xiao Dai's face darkened, and she shook her head, saying, "Xiao Dai's fate is unfortunate. I have no other desires in this life, I only wish to live a simple life..." She was burdened with worries, difficult to express to others, but today she decided to speak freely, saying, "I'm to marry a merchant next month. This is Master Lu's will, there's no turning back." Seeing her sorrowful and pained expression, Jia Jin's wife also felt distressed, saying, "Xiao Dai, don't be sad. Life is full of disappointments, and lovers often find it hard to be together..." Just then, a mournful flute melody drifted in from outside the window, faint and intermittent, carried by the north wind. In truth, the music was tender and soaring. Upon hearing it, Xiao Dai's expression immediately darkened. She knew it was Yan Qing and Xiao Yi playing "Eighteen Songs of a Nomad Flute," clearly moved by their encounter during the day.

Jia Jin's wife asked curiously, "Who is playing this? It sounds so beautiful." Xiao Dai replied, "It's Brother Xiao Yi playing. Open the south window, and you'll see him." Hearing this, Jia Jin's wife casually pushed open the window and saw a handsome young man sitting on the peony platform made of Taihu stone opposite. He wore a blue hat and a thin robe, which couldn't hide his elegant and refined demeanor.

Jia Jin's wife's heart fluttered, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkled. She thought to herself, "What a dashing young man!"

Yan Qing, playing the notes in the Gong and Shang styles, was looking towards Xiao Dai when suddenly the window opened, and a beautiful face appeared. Upon closer inspection, it was Jia Jin's wife. He paused, startled, but his expression remained unchanged. His fingers moved deftly, transitioning to a melody, the flute's notes soaring high, like a swallow in flight, melodious and sorrowful, yet not tragic.

At that moment, their eyes met, and Jia Jin's wife smiled gently at him before closing the window, her heart pounding with anxiety. The faint sadness in Yan Qing's eyes flowed gently through her heart like a gentle stream. She lowered her head, thinking: compared to him, her husband was as insignificant as candlelight or firefly. Still relying on his own two hands? How could that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions closely resemble female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... with a rhythmic flow, irresistible! Click to enter.

Yan Qing let out a clear whistle, inserted his short flute into his robes, tapped it lightly a few times on the Taihu stone, and walked along the west-facing sunlit corridor. With keen eyes, he saw Li Gu hurrying towards the hall. He thought: I wonder what the master has to say. I'll go see him now.

Li Gu was carrying two boxes of pastries, one box of cakes, and one box of candied dates. When he returned from collecting payments, he heard from his servants that the eldest young master of the Jia family had arrived, so he took the opportunity to get some pastries from the shop for the young master as refreshments. He was always good at reading people and flattering, and at this moment, he was only thinking about how to please his master. He couldn't help but hum a little tune, completely unaware that Yan Qing was walking among the artificial rocks.

Li Gu turned past the crescent-shaped archway and walked along the gravel path among three clumps of bamboo. Seeing the hall empty, he was furious. These servants were slacking off! This was outrageous! He'd have to kill them tomorrow!

As fate would have it, Li Gu reached the door and found it tightly shut. Surprised, he heard mocking laughter coming from inside. The voice sounded familiar, followed by a series of clattering and shaking sounds, like chairs and tables moving erratically.

Li Gu was startled. "What kind of behavior is this, making such a racket in broad daylight?" he thought.

Li Gu tiptoed and peeked through the window. He saw a naked man on a grand chair in the hall, passionately pleasuring Jia Shi. The scene was like a giant pestle, like a dragon spouting water, the pestle striking a feng shui spot, the dragon spring gushing forth its filthy waters. A raging fire, however intense, cannot save the venomous dragon from its abyss; a thousand layers of dark, bitter sea trap a lustful demon, devouring the carnal flesh. Seeking pleasure in the chamber of desire, finding nectar in the cave of flesh.

The man said, "Good sister, it's been so long since I've been with you, yet your hole is still so tight." Jia said, "Heartless brother, why haven't you come to see me in half a year? I knew you'd married that beautiful maiden and forgotten your poor sister." The man said, "Sister, why do you say that? You should know your husband is the best man in Beijing! Sister, you don't know how lucky you are." Jia then pinched the man's buttocks hard, saying, "Isn't this all your fault? You took my virginity when I was still unmarried, and now I'm a ruined woman." "Liu Canhua, do you think the master doesn't know? On their wedding night, he penetrated her so violently that her bones felt like they were about to fall apart, yet she didn't bleed. Lu Junyi is a discerning man, he just doesn't say anything. From then on, he's become distant. Tell me, isn't this all your fault?" The man was Jia Jin. He said with a pained expression, "Oh dear, it was my oversight. How could you suffer like this, sister?" As he spoke, he thrust in hard dozens more times. Jia Shi moaned softly, her desire intense, her pink buttocks raised, rubbing back and forth against his massive member.

Li Gu, who heard this from outside, was overjoyed, his heart pounding with delight. He couldn't help but dance with glee.

You see, Li Gu had always harbored ulterior motives towards Jia Shi, and had long harbored designs on her, but he dared not act recklessly due to their master-servant relationship. Today, he had unintentionally witnessed his master's lewd act and gained an unexpected reward. How could he not be happy? With this leverage, would Jia Shi still be willing to submit in the future? Overjoyed, he glanced out the window again.

He saw the two of them embracing, kissing and sucking passionately. Jia's vulva, like a baby's mouth, opened and closed as if waiting to be fed. A pool of lustful fluid gushed out, thread by

thread, endlessly. Jia Jin patted Jia's buttocks, ordering her to place her hands on the armrests of the armchair, legs spread wide, buttocks raised high. He stood behind her, holding his menacingly large member, aiming at her tender vulva, and thrusting in with a "plop." They were already familiar with the routine, like old horses, and without warning, they began to thrust.

The thrusting was intense; the bulging glans went in and out, thick, wet fluid flowing out, making Jia gasp and moan, her delicate nose flaring, crying out "Ah...ah..." incessantly.

Li Gu, watching from outside the window, saw the erect penis, and his five fingers moved simultaneously, rubbing himself. His bull-like eyes were wide open, watching the exquisite thing swallow and spit, attacking from both inside and out, creating a wonderful sensation. Lustful fluids flowed freely down the legs of the armchair and onto the floor.

Jia Shi's lust was intense; her exquisite vulva gripped and sucked, sometimes touching, sometimes drawing, completely enveloping Jia Jin's enormous penis, vividly manipulating and controlling it, making Jia Jin's soul drift away, his penis feeling as if it were about to melt. Then came another round of vigorous thrusting and pulling, the lustful fluids inside her vulva making a sizzling, rhythmic sound, a lively back-and-forth exchange.

After a period of intense effort, Jia Jin, unable to withstand Jia Shi's seductive power, couldn't hold back any longer. His back went numb, and streams of hot semen gushed out, pouring into the depths of her flower.

Outside the window, Li Gu, following Jia Shi's moans, also ejaculated, his thick semen shooting straight onto the door, instantly freezing into stains in the cold.

Yan Qing walked to the back garden and heard Master Lu's shouts. He knew Master Lu was practicing his boxing.

Lu Junyi's eyes were bright, his spirit vigorous, his steps agile, and his punches powerful and forceful. His joints were bent yet straight, a perfect balance of relaxation and tension, qi and strength in harmony.

Yan Qing secretly applauded: "Master's skill is becoming increasingly refined; I'm afraid I'll never catch up to him in this lifetime."

Lu Junyi, caught up in the heat of the fight, let out a clear whistle and finished with the move "Tiger Roars South Mountain." Without blushing or panting, he said to Yan Qing, "Little Yi, the wonder of boxing lies in the combination of form and intention, forming a seamless whole. As the saying goes in martial arts, 'Form without intention is false; skill without intention is where the wonder is revealed.'" "That's the point. You've diligently practiced with me for years, and you've mastered these mysteries. I'm very pleased. This 'Twelve-Style Tiger-Taming Fist' isn't exactly a top-tier skill, but practicing it daily can cultivate one's energy and spirit, preventing illness." Yan Qing said, "Master is right. I'll never forget what you taught me: 'The fist is not a fist, the intention is not an intention, the true intention lies in the unintentional.' If I could reach your level, Master, I would have no regrets even if I died." Master Lu looked him over and slowly said, "You have too many miscellaneous studies; you can't focus solely on martial arts. It's your nature, and we can't force it. However, you're good at using your brain in martial arts, and you should achieve something in this field. I hope you can be self-disciplined and not waste your youth." Yan Qing nodded in agreement.

Lu Junyi was also a hero of his time, and his insight was unique. The "Yan Qing Twelve Turns", the thirty-eight styles of "Yan Qing Knife" and "Yan Qing Scissors" that were passed down in later generations were all named after Yan Qing. It can be seen that hard work pays off, and Lu Junyi can be said to have made a great contribution to Yan Qing's fame. This is a story for later.

The prodigal son Yan Qing (9)

wrote: Spring cannot be kept, the warbling of the orioles is exhausted. The red petals on the ground are stained with palace brocade, last night the wind and rain in the south garden. Xiao Lian played the pipa for the first time, and at dawn her thoughts wandered to the ends of the earth. She refused to paint the hall and red door, and the spring breeze was free to let the willow catkins fly.

The tune is "Qing Ping Yue". It is said that Jia Jin has been living in Lu's house for some time. Time flies, and several days have passed in a flash.

On this morning, the rain was drizzling and the spring was in full bloom. He walked to the left and turned through the crescent moon gate to the back garden.

He saw a young woman wearing a plain flower brocade jacket and a fairy skirt carrying a white jade tray. It was none other than Xiao Dai.

Jia Jin was overjoyed. For the past few days, he had been thinking of seeing Xiao Dai, but the little girl always followed closely behind Jia Shi, leaving him no opportunity. Today was a godsend.

He hid behind a stone pillar, and as Xiao Dai approached, he suddenly hugged her from behind, grinning, "Good Xiao Dai, where have you been today?" As he spoke, his hands slipped inside Xiao Dai's jacket, kneading her two full, plump breasts.

Xiao Dai was initially startled, but upon hearing his voice, she cried out, "Young Master, don't do this! Someone will see us..." She struggled slightly, but was no match for Jia Jin's strength. She felt both ashamed and embarrassed, and could only anxiously watch.

Jia Jin ignored her, gently nibbling her delicate earlobe, and chuckled, "Good little Dai, long time no see, you've grown even more beautiful. Come, let your brother touch your little peach to see if it's gotten even plumper?" He then reached his hand into Dai's lower body, probing her full, round vulva.

Dai held a white jade tray containing four kinds of tea and snacks to be offered to Buddha, afraid of dropping it. Feeling humiliated, she cried out, "Young Master, if you keep doing this, I'll scream..." The moment Jia Jin touched that smooth, warm vulva, his body went limp. Ignoring her cries, he flicked his middle finger, teasing her clitoris, muttering, "Little beauty, I'm going to die, so please grant my wish." He casually placed the tray in Dai's hands on the railing beside him and began to untie her flowing skirt.

Xiao Dai pushed him away, took a few steps back, and gasped, "Young Master, Xiao Dai is no longer a maid of the Jia family. I would never again do such a shameful thing. Please, Young Master, have some self-respect." Her eyes were filled with tears, her heart filled with unbearable bitterness, hating the injustice of fate that had destined her to be a servant.

Jia Jin asked in surprise, "Xiao Dai, we used to get along so well, why are you acting so distant?" Then he chuckled, "Do you remember that day when the flowers were in bloom, in front of Yangming Terrace, under the pomegranate tree, I took your virginity? You were so charming and pitiful that day..." Xiao Dai's face turned ashen, her whole body trembling, tears streaming down her face. Suddenly, she cried out, "No, I've forgotten, I've forgotten..." Before she could finish, she staggered and ran out of the garden. Jia Jin watched her slender figure disappear in a hurry, puzzled.

Xiao Dai ran all the way, tears streaming down her face, not knowing where she should go. She ran along the bluestone path from the back courtyard to the front, the wind whistling in her ears, but she didn't see Yan Qing waving at her.

Yan Qing, seeing this, was filled with suspicion. Xiao Dai's unusual behavior today must mean something serious had happened, but the master had ordered him to find Jia Jin.

Seeing Xiao Dai's disheveled clothes and loose hair, he was puzzled. He entered the garden and found Jia Jin standing there blankly, staring at the white jade tray on the railing.

He stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Young Master Jia, the master has summoned you." Jia Jin replied, "Let's go." The other day, Jia Shi had asked Li Gu to choose an auspicious time to go to Fajue Temple to burn incense and pray for a child. As the saying goes, "Of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is to have no offspring." Since entering the palace, Jia Shi's belly had remained flat, showing no signs of pregnancy, and she was quite anxious. Upon hearing this, Jia Jin said, "That's excellent. I'll go too, and pray to the Goddess of Mercy for the prosperity of our Jia family's descendants, that we may have many children and much happiness." Master Lu said, "Oh, if that's the case, then Yan Qing and Xiao Yi don't need to go. I was originally thinking of having him serve by my side." Madam Jia had also been urging Master Lu to have Yan Qing and Xiao Yi serve her, saying he was shrewd and adaptable. In truth, she secretly wanted to find an opportunity to get closer to Yan Qing again, but since her brother had spoken, she had no choice. She simply kept a straight face and said, "I'll go call my sister-in-law; it'll be more lively that way." Xiao Dai, who was quietly standing to the side, said, "At dawn, I..." "I heard from Young Mistress Jia that she has a chest pain. I wonder if she's feeling better?" Jia Jin said, "She's always like this. It's fine if she doesn't go. She can just rest at home." Master Lu hurriedly said, "Ah, I'll send someone to fetch Master Murong. He can prescribe a medicine to help her recover. His medical skills are superb; he's a miracle worker. She'll be fine." After saying this, he turned to Yan Qing and said, "Go and make sure Master Murong comes in person." The Master Murong he mentioned was named Ji Dao, courtesy name Anguo. He was considered the best doctor in the capital, upright and unyielding, showing no favor to even high-ranking officials, which had offended many people. Yan Qing was familiar with Murong Ji Dao; the two were close friends despite their age difference and often played chess with each other.

Jia Jin said, "It would be too much trouble for Yan Qing to make the trip. Let's go first; it won't be too crowded if we leave early." Jia Jin was thinking that he would be going home tomorrow and wanted to take the opportunity to be intimate with his sister again. It would be best if his wife didn't go. Fajue Temple has always been a popular place of worship, bustling with people. Master Lu nodded in agreement, saying, "Indeed, I'll have Li Gu go to Zhangzhuang in the northern suburbs to collect the money. After that, he can go directly to Fajue Temple to see what we need to buy and just tell him." Murong Jidao examined the slender hand that emerged from the brocade curtain, placed her index finger flat on the pulse, and after a while, nodded, saying, "Young Madam, it's not a heartache, but a stomach ailment. One application will cure it." With that, she wrote a prescription on a piece of paper with swift strokes. Yan Qing saw that it read: one mace each of dried ginger, black bean, and galangal; five fen each of magnolia bark (processed with ginger), dried tangerine peel, cardamom, immature bitter orange peel, roasted licorice root, fennel (stir-fried with wine), and cyperus rhizome; and three slices of ginger ground with costus root to be taken together.

Murong Jidao said, "Yan Qing, this prescription is called 'Ginger and Cinnamon Drink to Dispel Cold.' I wouldn't have come for such a minor illness if it weren't for your sake." Yan Qing smiled and said, "My master wouldn't feel at ease if Mr. Murong hadn't come in person. You've worked hard, so please use this meager reward to buy some things for the adults and children at home." Murong Jidao saw three large silver ingots on the plate that was brought to him, shook his gray head, and said, "I don't need these. Come to my house sometime for a game of chess, and I'll make sure you give me a three-piece handicap." He had always enjoyed playing chess, but he wasn't very good at it. What was rare was his perseverance in fighting despite repeated defeats. At this point, his eyes lit up, and he pulled Yan Qing, saying, "I have some free time now, how about we play a game?" Yan Qing smiled and said, "When I have time in the future, Xiao Yi will definitely come to the manor. I'd like to have another cup of Lushan Yunwu tea from your residence." Murong Jidao exclaimed, "It's a deal, I must go now." After seeing Murong Jidao off, Yan Qing personally went into the kitchen to brew the medicinal soup, and then went into the guest room. There he saw Jia Jin's wife propped up on the bed with her left elbow, about to get up, looking sickly and pitiful.

"Madam, don't get up, you'll upset your stomach. You need to stay in bed for a while longer. Just now, Mr. Murong said that this illness only requires his medicinal soup and plenty of rest, and it should be cured." Seeing her haggard face and melancholy expression, Yan Qing assumed it was due to her illness.

Madam Jia smiled faintly and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Brother Xiao Yi. I've had this illness since birth, and I'm used to it." Although she spoke lightly, a hint of melancholy lingered between her brows.

Yan Qing was slightly surprised and said, "Madam, you've always lived a life of luxury. Why are you so sad? Has someone wronged you? I'm incompetent, but I'm willing to share your burdens." Madam Jia was grateful for his concern. Ever since she saw him calmly defeat the enemy at the Xiuzhu Pavilion in Jingshan, his heroic spirit and refined elegance had stirred her heart. Now, seeing Yan Qing's thoughtfulness, a small voice in her heart said, "Isn't this the one you've been dreaming of? Go, go, go, don't, don't, don't, don't waste this precious time!" Her almond-shaped eyes were alluring, her gaze filled with a mixture of joy, melancholy, excitement, and love. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on Yan Qing's tiger-like eyes, which were brimming with spring. She whispered, "I know my own body; it's nothing serious. It's just... just... yesterday, your wife told me she was going to Fajue Temple to burn incense. I knew my husband would go, so I made an excuse to stay home... Little Yi is a smart man; he should know that." Jia Jin's wife finished speaking hesitantly, her rose-like lips moving alluringly. Yan Qing, truly a reincarnation of the Heavenly Craftsman, possessed a brilliant mind; how could he not understand? Seeing the beauty's lips tremble slightly, like trembling tulip petals, and her soft voice like dew on those petals,

Yan Qing reached out and gently wiped away the tears from her eyes, feeling as if he were enveloped by countless soft threads. Jia Jin's wife's fragrant shoulders hunched slightly, and in despair, she slowly grasped his hand. In that instant of their light touch, she forgot herself; the ice in her heart crumbled inch by inch, and her emotions indulged without bounds. The winter sun shone through the sheer curtains of the window, and the sandalwood flowers in the corner exuded a faint fragrance. All of this seemed to pull her into an endless abyss.

When the first crystal tear fell from Jia Jin's wife's petal-like cheek, Yan Qing seemed to hear that clear sound, and an uncontrollable sorrow dripped into his heart. He was mesmerized and softly said, "My wife is so beautiful..." His tone was so gentle, so tender in the quiet room, like the whispers of bees and butterflies at dawn.

Jia Jin's wife trembled slightly and sighed, "Fleeting beauty fades quickly, youthful charm vanishes in an instant. The beautiful girl of yesterday on Leyou Plain is nothing but a pile of white bones in the yellow earth mound tonight. Little Yi... have pity on me!" Yan Qing lowered his head, sucking the fragrance of the flowers from the corner of her lips, and murmured, "My wife..." His hand went straight into her undergarments, touching the mound of flesh, plump and smooth, without a single hair.

Yan Qing was overjoyed, thinking, "All the women I've met before have been covered in hair, but I've never seen a white tiger before. It's strange, really. Although Yan Qing is a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters, a master of the arts, he's seen that regardless of beauty or size, everyone's manhood is lush and abundant. Even top-tier women like Xiao Dai and Qiu Niang are found in such places."

Without another word, Yan Qing embraced her, feeling her soft, cotton-like body and hearing her soft, warm breath. He was already captivated, saying, "Good wife, today I'll make sure you're satisfied, and that won't betray my reputation as a playboy." Jia Jin's wife's face flushed crimson, like dewdrops on autumn leaves. Her beautiful eyes, when they looked down, exuded a captivating charm, irresistibly alluring. She chuckled, "I knew of Brother Yi's charming ways, but I'm weak. Please be gentle, Brother Yi." Her heart trembled, and her crotch was already wet with desire, soaking her undergarments.

Seeing her alluring figure, captivating and mesmerizing, Yan Qing's manhood also stirred with desire. He hooked one arm around her slender waist and the other hand caressed her soft, white breasts, calling out, "I still don't know your name, madam. Can you tell me?" Jia Jin's wife, her body tingling with desire, and with Yan Qing's member pressing against her smooth, white thigh, was already panting heavily. Her breasts swayed with her breath as she said, "Good brother, my name is Su Su, but you mustn't tell anyone." As she spoke, her lips parted slightly, and she intertwined with Yan Qing, kissing and nibbling incessantly, feeling a surge of pleasure that was indescribable.

Yan Qing praised, "A beautiful name. Su Su, brother is about to melt..." He kissed her passionately, then reached out and unbuttoned her blouse, gently pressing and squeezing, revealing two snow-white breasts that sprang forth, their nipples flushed red, delicate and incredibly alluring.

Yan Qing lowered his head and took it in his mouth, nibbling and licking it repeatedly, murmuring, "My dear Su Su, your little breasts are so fragrant, so lovely." Jia Jin's wife was already burning with desire, her vulva overflowing with lustful fluids. How could she withstand Yan Qing's seductive methods? Her vulva was burning unbearably, but she couldn't say it directly. She just moaned and groaned, constantly casting seductive glances and making lewd noises. Her two jade legs swayed around Yan Qing's waist, while one small hand reached directly towards Yan Qing's massive member.

Yan Qing, being a flirtatious man, knew perfectly well that Jia Jin's wife was intensely aroused and unbearably itchy. He was simply delighted and deliberately teased her, completely ignoring her, one hand playing with her breasts, the other kneading her smooth, plump vulva.

Jia Jin's wife writhed like a snake in his arms, her heart aching as if pierced by a thousand needles. Her pink lips trembled, forcing out soft moans. She longed to ascend to heaven and escape this excruciating torment. Seeing her discomfort, Yan Qing chuckled and parted her tender legs, admiring them closely.

On her glistening mons pubis, two crimson mounds appeared, plump and tender, from which a thin, sticky, white stream flowed, utterly captivating.

Although Jia Jin's wife had her eyes closed, she knew that Yan Qing was admiring her beautiful member. Her face flushed, her vulva was leaking copious amounts of fluid, and she thought, "He's seeing all this; I don't know how embarrassing it will be!" Yan Qing, overcome with passion, couldn't restrain himself any longer. He thrust his hard, iron rod into her delicate, beautiful opening. Upon insertion, he felt a surge of internal energy, so he used his internal martial arts techniques to calm himself and slowly began to thrust.

He was a reincarnation of the Heavenly Star of Skill, possessing extraordinary talent, intelligence, and martial prowess, with a photographic memory. Years ago, he had read the *Huangdi Neijing* and secretly practiced the *Da Yin Yang Tian Di Jiao Fu Cai Le Xin Jing*, making him a first-rate expert in bed.

Although Jia Jin's wife was a flirtatious woman, she usually only made love with her husband. Now, however, she couldn't withstand Yan Qing's teasing and penetrating rod. Her mind opened wide, and her vulva gushed with fluid.

Each thrust of Yan Qing pierced her very core, each one sending shivers down her spine, making her feel as if she were dying, yet also experiencing a strange, pleasurable pleasure.

Her jade-like legs clenched tightly around that intoxicating object, her flower trembling wildly, moaning softly. After enduring hundreds more heavy blows, her vulva could no longer withstand it, and from the depths of her core, waves of yin essence surged forth again, sticky and milky white, utterly erotic. Yan Qing already knew this, his python head erect, swallowing the thick, milky semen, feeling refreshed and invigorated, knowing his skill had reached a new level.

He circulated his energy through his body, then opened his eyes, his gaze burning brightly. He saw that Jia Jin's wife's face was pale and lifeless, clearly exhausted from the battle just now.

Yan Qing lovingly stroked Jia Jin's wife's slightly haggard face. Even in her post-coital slumber, she remained alluring and captivating, more beautiful than Xi Shi in her illness or Yang Guifei in her sickbed state, utterly mesmerizing.

(Fantasy Water Margin (1))

A chilling aura suddenly swept from behind. He ducked in time, narrowly avoiding a blade that could have severed his neck. Without hesitation, he seized the opportunity to spin and sweep his leg, launching a perfectly timed counterattack against the enemy's sneak attack.

The sudden kick threw the enemy off balance. Before he could react, Yang Fu had already drawn his spear and, with a swift "Snake Emerging from its Hole" move, pierced through the seemingly dense but weakened net of blades, penetrating straight into the black-clad man's throat. "Ah!" The black-clad man's dying scream was cut short.

"Alright, cut!" A voice rang out after the black-clad man's death, and the once deathly silence was now filled with sound.

The director was satisfied with the completion of today's action scenes, and the martial arts instructor and crew were also pleased and relieved that the difficult fight scenes had been successfully completed. Everyone praised Yang Fu's agile skills; although he was added at the last minute after the original stuntman was injured, everyone felt that his performance as a stunt double was outstanding.

After chatting with Yang Fu for a few minutes, the director and crew, due to the impending wrap-up of the film, quickly moved on to filming the romantic scenes between the male and female leads. Yang Fu, having completed his action scenes, finished his part-time job and rode his bicycle home.

Yang Fu was a resident of Xingde Town near the film studio. He was originally an orphan; his parents died in an accident when he was three years old. Having no relatives and considered a jinx, he was destitute and helpless until he was adopted by a kind elderly couple who ran a martial arts school in the town, who treated him as their own son.

Now, he is a martial arts instructor at the Xingde Town Martial Arts Academy. He only knows a few basic exercises for strengthening the body and has some knowledge of how the old man treats sprains and fractures. He earns his living by teaching the townspeople a few self-defense techniques and treating fractures and sprains. However, what the townspeople don't know is that he possesses excellent medical skills inherited from the old woman and genuine martial arts skills from the old man.

Yang Fu returned to the martial arts academy, looking at the empty and silent hall, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Since his adoptive father passed away two years ago, and his adoptive mother also succumbed to illness due to worry, he was left alone in the large house. What greeted him was no longer the enticing aroma of food, no longer warm and sincere words, but only emptiness and loneliness.

It was time to leave. To save money for his travel expenses, he had taken a stuntman job that paid double. Now the job was over, and although his travel expenses weren't quite enough, it was time to leave this small rural town that had been with him for eighteen years—a town etched with both pain and sweetness in his heart.

That afternoon, Yang Fu forced himself to treat each of the patients who came to his door, and then specifically asked them to rest as much as possible in the coming days. Although the townspeople who came for treatment found him more cautious and fussy than usual, they didn't notice his intention to leave. Instead, they told Yang Fu, "With you here, this little injury will be easily healed." Yang Fu had originally planned to leave alone and didn't want to inform the townspeople beforehand, lest his decision waver. He could only smile and reply, "With me here, this little injury will be no problem." At the same time, he secretly decided that if he didn't leave now, he might not be able to bear to leave.

The person he would miss the most was Xiao Hui, his childhood sweetheart. With the population migrating to the cities, the once ordinary yet bustling town gradually declined. Several familiar families nearby had also moved to the big city, leaving only Xiaohui and himself as playmates of the same age. Therefore, their bond was quite deep, even bordering on unusual.

Although Xiaohui and he were close, as the eldest daughter in her family, she could never abandon her parents to follow him to another place to build a career. Xiaohui was getting married soon! He heard her fiancé was a diligent and hardworking young man. He hoped Xiaohui would be happy; after all, being loved was far happier than loving someone.

After the townspeople left, Yang Fu, exhausted from work, ate a quick dinner, took a shower, and went to bed.

Lying in bed, Yang Fu quietly thought. Since his adoptive parents passed away, he had been depressed for two years. This mundane domesticity was nice, but it wasn't what he desired. Didn't he long to leave this sparsely populated town, to live a vibrant life, and to accomplish something extraordinary?

Thinking this, Yang Fu regained his usual confidence and energy. Perhaps due to overexertion or excessive excitement, he unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

Just as he was drifting off, Yang Fu felt a warm body slip inside him. Soft and smooth, her well-maintained skin was delicate and supple. Yang Fu gently and slowly touched it with his fingers, enjoying the pleasurable sensation of contact with her tender skin. The woman in his arms offered her hot lips, silencing Yang Fu, her body rubbing intensely against his.

Their bodies intertwined in an embrace, the woman's full and elastic breasts pressed into two ovals. Yang Fu was gradually aroused by the woman's passionate teasing, and he pulled the woman beside him into a passionate embrace.

Without a word, Yang Fu cupped her face in one hand and kissed her gently yet roughly, expressing his desire and tenderness. The intense pleasure completely intoxicated her. He gently caressed her lips while swallowing her small tongue, grasping her full and white breasts, which trembled slightly from the pain, but she offered no resistance.

Yang Fu turned her around, her toned waist arching upwards, and slowly parted her legs, revealing her vulva and pink chrysanthemum in the dim moonlight. Yang Fu slowly spread it open with his fingers, revealing two thin, small labia, almost transparent pink without any pigmentation, the delicate and luscious vulva fully exposed before Yang Fu's eyes. The layers of flesh inside seemed to sense Yang Fu's greedy gaze, already becoming somewhat moist without him realizing it.

Yang Fu thrust his long-erect penis inside, the feeling of the pink flesh tightly pressing against the glans was wonderful, "Oh!" came from deep within her throat. The tight little hole, her buttocks trembling incessantly. The penis, gripped tightly by the fleshy walls, couldn't enter smoothly, as if it were being encased; only the tip of the glans entered the hole.

"Ah!" Yang Fu thrust forward again with force.

"Oh!" With Yang Fu's intense thrusting, her plump, tender white buttocks swayed and ground from side to side, then rose and fell in a pumping motion; her two full, soft, and alluring breasts swayed and bounced with her body's movements. The woman couldn't withstand the pressure; her body was almost pressed against the floor.

Suddenly, she felt something damp on the surging penis, and used her hands to spread her thighs, tightly pressing her lower abdomen against her buttocks. He continued to penetrate, only slightly relieving himself when he reached the cervix. The fleshy walls were almost burning hot, the inner walls seeming to contract forcefully to suppress the thick penis.

"Lift your buttocks higher," he said, then slowly pulled his waist outwards. It felt as if the thin flesh attached to the penis was being pulled out at the same time.

"Oh! Ah!" Her contractions were very strong. The tight, seamless vaginal walls actually drew Yang Fu's penis inward. Abandoning long thrusts, he switched to rapid, short sprints.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!~~" Each time he reached deep inside, a small sound escaped her throat, a sound of pleasure. With each thrust, something seeped out, making the sliding increasingly smooth. Simultaneously, her hip movements became more vigorous, and wet, obscene sounds emanated from between them. Clearly, she was becoming aroused.

Yang Fu reached his arms from behind, passing them under her armpits, and grasped her full, firm breasts. They were very elastic. After caressing them for a while, he noticed her nipples were fully erect, so he rubbed them with his fingertips.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Fu!" Her voice underwent a strange change. The delicate flesh enveloping his penis also began to react subtly. When pulled back, a strong contraction was created at the vaginal opening, preventing him from withdrawing. As he advanced along the vaginal walls, the entire penis trembled slightly, creating an inward suction force.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahh!" He brushed aside the hair hanging by her ears, looking at her wanton expression. It was a face that should have been pure and beautiful, but it appeared alluring and seductive because of the pleasure of orgasm.

Suddenly, a numbing pleasure spread from his waist throughout his body. The intense feeling of ejaculation was uncontrollable. "Oh!" He couldn't help but cry out, the impact reaching his back, enjoying the pleasure after reaching orgasm, it felt so good.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Her body beneath him arched completely. Their love fluids mingled deep inside her body. Lin Fu gently kissed her earlobe again, occasionally teasing her pink neck with the tip of his tongue.

"Was it good?"

"Mmm~~~" The two of them continued to passionately caress each other's bodies, constantly murmuring.

After a long time, the two of them lay on the bed after the passion subsided, gently stroking each other's skin with their hands. At this moment, Yang Fu's eyes were no longer confused and infatuated by lust, but unexpectedly clear with rationality.

“Fu…”

“Xiao Hui, stop!” Just as the woman named Xiao Hui was about to say something to Yang Fu, he immediately interrupted her. Actually, even without Xiao Hui saying it, Yang Fu knew what she wanted to say. He had mentioned his intention to leave the town to her countless times. Today, he was very different from usual, and he believed she knew he had made up his mind to leave!

“Xiao Hui, let’s cherish this precious night!” Hearing Yang Fu’s words, Xiao Hui unconsciously leaned her delicate body against him, holding him tightly, as if afraid that he would leave her before morning. That night, the two slept in silence, embracing each other.

The morning sunlight streamed in through the window, the blinding light waking Yang Fu from his sleep. He reached out to touch the person beside him, expecting to find a warm embrace, but for some reason, he found nothing. Yang Fu opened his eyes and saw that the delicate beauty was nowhere to be found. If it weren't for the faint scent lingering in the disheveled bed beside him, Yang Fu would probably have thought it was just a beautiful but empty dream.

Yang Fu got up to wash and found a note and an antique jade pendant on the table. The note read: "Fu, let's end it like this! This is perhaps the most perfect ending for both of us. I'll give you my jade pendant, hoping it can witness your success in my place. Good luck, we'll always be best friends. Xiao Hui." Looking at the note left by Xiao Hui, which seemed to still bear traces of tears, Yang Fu carefully hung the antique jade pendant around his neck, secretly vowing to achieve great things and not let Xiao Hui down.

In the following days, Yang Fu did not meet with Xiao Hui again. He focused on managing the aftermath of the martial arts school, handing it over to another apprentice of his adoptive father and passing on his experience in treating broken bones and sprains over the past two years. After making all the preparations, since he had already discussed with the director that he would take their car to the metropolis of Shanghai, Yang Fu only packed some clothes and necessary travel expenses and hitched a ride with the film crew, heading towards the bustling metropolis. Yang Fu finally took the first step in his extraordinary life.

Fantasy Water Margin (2)

The dilapidated SUV struggled to drive on the rugged road, making the noise of its old, disrepaired engine as it drove. This was the car that Yang Fu had hitched a ride to Shanghai.

Originally, there should have been a large convoy of more than a dozen SUVs, but because the director suddenly decided to invite everyone to visit nearby tourist attractions for a few days, only one car, which was likely to break down at any time, was used to take those in a hurry to Shanghai first.

There were six people in the SUV: Yang Fu, who didn't want to waste time sightseeing; Li Xin, the lead actress whose schedule was full and who was in a hurry to get back to Shanghai; her two burly bodyguards, who looked like gorillas; her assistant, Meng Shi; and two drivers who took turns driving.

Because filming wrapped a few days later than originally planned, the advertisers Li Xin was working with in Shanghai couldn't find her. These well-known brand advertisers threatened to sue Li Xin for breach of contract. Li Xin's assistant had to ask the two drivers to drive day and night. What should have been a seven- or eight-day journey was reduced to just one day's drive from Shanghai in almost three days.

But driving day and night was exhausting; the bumpy and uneven roads left everyone feeling weary, and no one had had a proper night's sleep in three days.

"Bang!" A loud noise came from the SUV's engine, and the vehicle slowly came to a stop. Days of relentless driving had finally caused the old SUV to break down.

The two drivers got out of the car and opened the hood to inspect the engine, but since they weren't professional mechanics, they couldn't figure out what was wrong. After trying various methods to no avail, they were at a loss.

Finally, they decided to go to the nearest town and call a professional mechanic. So, dragging their tired bodies, they walked for nearly two hours to reach the town.

By the time they arrived, it was almost dusk. Unable to endure the relentless travel day and night, they all agreed to rest for the night in the small town, spending the night in a local hotel. After dinner, Yang Fu, finding the queue for showers too long, went for a walk alone in the street.

The streets were deserted and quiet at night, with hardly any pedestrians. Just as Yang Fu was feeling bored and about to return to his hotel, he noticed a small stall standing by the street. On either side were written the words, "Even immortals cannot match my predictions, for I have no omissions." In the center was a large character "贾" (Jia), and inside was a hunched-over old man slowly beckoning to him.

"Young man, interested in having your fortune told? It's free if it's inaccurate," the old man, who called himself Jia the Fortune Teller, solicited business from Yang Fu. Yang Fu initially didn't want to linger, but thinking he had nothing better to do, he unconsciously moved towards the fortune teller.

Jia the Fortune Teller carefully examined Yang Fu's features. The old man, who had previously seemed listless and indifferent, suddenly became trembling, his heart pounding, and cold sweat pouring down his face, leaving Yang Fu utterly bewildered.

“A demonic star…a demonic star…” the old man muttered to himself, then, as if forcing himself to muster his courage, he said to Yang Fu, “Young man, your future is uncertain. You must create everything on your own. But whatever great things you do, remember these four words: ‘Do what you ought to do!’” After speaking, the old man’s gaze lingered intentionally or unintentionally on the jade pendant on Yang Fu’s chest, his expression showing fear and apprehension.

Seeing that the old man had stopped speaking, Yang Fu walked away on his own, pondering the old man’s words, which he couldn’t quite understand. Just as he was about to return to the inn, suddenly a dozen or so young men ran out from a dark alley and blocked his path.

“Brother, money or your life! If you want your life, hand over your money!” one of the young men, who seemed to be the leader, threatened Yang Fu, while the others cheered and encouraged him.

"I have no money!" Yang Fu had always disliked these petty thugs who only knew how to extort money from others. Facing these young men, Yang Fu coldly replied, and with swift speed, punched the leader of the group in the head, breaking his nose and causing it to bleed profusely.

Seeing their leader beaten, the other young men surrounded Yang Fu, ready to pummel him.

Yang Fu remained calm and composed, using his agile footwork to dodge the punches of the young men. He seized the opportunities and punched the boys one by one, effectively reducing the number of attackers.

Suddenly, a flash of silver light appeared, and one of the boys seized the opportunity to pull out a long knife and slashed fiercely at Yang Fu. Yang Fu couldn't dodge in time, and a long, bloody gash appeared on his chest. Yang Fu was furious at the boy's despicable behavior. He disarmed the boy with his bare hands and began to beat the boy who had been holding the knife, punching him squarely in the abdomen, causing him to fall to the ground screaming.

"Get out of here!" Yang Fu, unwilling to entangle with the group any longer, threw his long sword aside and shouted at the youths to leave. Seeing that Yang Fu was not someone to be trifled with, the group helped their fallen companions and left dejectedly. After they left, Yang Fu, not wanting to linger on the road and get into further trouble, immediately returned to the inn.

Back in his room, Yang Fu remembered the wound inflicted by the long sword. He looked at his chest and was suddenly startled. The long wound hadn't bled at all; all the blood had seeped into the jade pendant on his chest, as if greedily absorbed by it. The once flawless white jade pendant had now turned a blood-red color, appearing eerily sinister in the full moonlight streaming through the window.

Yang Fu focused his gaze and looked closely. The blood-red patterns on the white background of the jade pendant seemed to come alive; a majestic, crimson tiger appeared vividly on the pendant.

Chi Hu's piercing gaze irritated Yang Fu. Just as Yang Fu was about to look away from the jade pendant, a surge of heat coursed through his body, causing him considerable discomfort. Yang Fu

felt his body temperature rising, and at that moment, another stream of cold energy surged from his dantian. The two streams, one hot and one cold, one yin and one yang, seemed to be vying for dominance, engaging in a fierce battle within Yang Fu's body. The intertwined energy felt as if it would tear his entire body apart. Yang Fu was in

excruciating pain. He tried to guide his qi according to his adoptive father's teachings, but encountering two opposing forces for the first time left him bewildered. The two forces intertwined and swirled within Yang Fu's body, like two opposing forces determined to kill each other, neither willing to yield.

The two initially evenly matched energies gradually overwhelmed the cold energy as the jade pendant continuously transmitted heat into Yang Fu's body. Eventually, the cold energy could only protect a sliver of clarity on the doorstep. "Boom!" Yang Fu's forehead could no longer withstand the waves of heat, and he collapsed onto the bed.

Less than a minute after losing consciousness, Yang Fu stood up again. His eyes gleamed with an eerie light as he sneered and muttered to himself, "I didn't expect Master to be able to hold out for so long. But since Master can't fully accept my power, then I, Chi Hu, must properly help Master!" Chi Hu opened a window, checked for passersby, and with a few leaps, immediately moved to another window, nimbly entering the unlocked room. A faint, virginal fragrance filled the small room. Chi Hu secretly rejoiced, thinking, "It seems only this woman's pure yin body can greatly enhance Lord Yang Fu's power." Lying on the bed was a beautiful young woman with delicate features—his assistant, Meng Shi. After removing her makeup and thick-rimmed glasses, Meng Shi revealed a maturity far beyond her usual appearance. She was such a young and beautiful girl!

Chi Hu slowly approached Meng Shi, reaching out to firmly grasp her hand. Meng Shi felt pain and regained her senses. Seeing Yang Fu suddenly appear in her room, she tried to scream, but felt a warm current seep into her body from Yang Fu's hand, making her soft and hot, unable to utter a sound.

Chi Hu used his internal energy to render Meng Shi powerless to resist, then slowly and methodically began to undress her. Meng Shi's chest was usually tightly bound with white silk, only loosened when she slept. After removing the silk, a pair of full, round breasts were revealed. Her breasts, already fully developed, presented a soft, round curve. A gentle touch to the nipples caused them to gradually harden, a sight that Chi Hu could

n't resist, kneading them roughly with his fingers. "Ah, no!" Weak and powerless, Meng Shi could only manage a soft cry to express her feelings, her delicate voice fueling Chi Hu's lust. A tearing sound ripped through the quiet air. The girl's trousers were ripped in two, revealing her fair legs. Then, Chi Hu shifted his attention to the girl's snow-white silk panties.

Too lazy to remove them gracefully, he simply ripped them apart, exposing the girl's flawless private parts. When the last piece of clothing lay on the ground, the girl's fair, translucent skin, full, rounded breasts, and delicate, alluring vulva were fully exposed to Chi Hu's hungry gaze.

The moment Meng Shi's tender skin touched the air, she involuntarily shivered, and the hairs on her body stood on end. Driven by a burning desire, Chi Hu slowly lifted the girl's beautifully shaped face, then pressed his lips to her cherry-like lips. The woman, assaulted, frowned, instinctively turning her face away, trying to escape the lecherous intrusion. But under Chi Hu's force, his rough tongue forced open her teeth, then skillfully teased her slippery tongue inside.

"Ugh..." Because her first kiss had been lost, two crystal tears slid down her fair cheeks, and a soft sob escaped her throat. "Suck...suck..." Chi Hu greedily devoured the nectar from the girl's mouth, making lewd sucking sounds as he slowly moved his lips along her thin, cherry-like lips to her cheek.

After gliding his hands over the girl's slightly swollen cheeks, Akatsuki moved them back to her soft breasts, his fingertips lingering between her soft peaks, teasing and rubbing her erect nipples with his index and middle fingers.

"Ah..." The aphrodisiac effect of the energy, combined with Akatsuki's skillful technique, finally elicited a soft moan of pleasure from the girl.

Akatsuki lowered his head to the girl's chest, burying his entire head in her snow-white cleavage. (Wow...it smells so good...) Akatsuki savored the fragrance emanating from the girl. Becoming intoxicated by the scent of her breasts, Akatsuki couldn't help but gently suckle at her nipples.

"Mmm...ah..." The girl couldn't withstand the intense pleasure and moaned intermittently. "Chirp...chirp..." Due to the overwhelming pleasure, the girl arched her back slightly, unconsciously thrusting her chest forward.

These reactions showed that she was actually craving this indescribable feeling.

“…You’re such a little slut…” Chi Hu noticed her reaction and couldn’t help but chuckle. He then abruptly lowered his hand, reaching into the girl’s mysterious forbidden zone. “Ah…” the girl instinctively cried out.

“Sure enough…it’s really wet!” The girl’s two mysterious lips were already overflowing with warm, moist nectar.

The beautiful shape resembled a budding rose in full bloom, its two beautiful red petals glistening with transparent dewdrops. Moreover, the pink slit was completely wet.

Chi Hu’s slippery yet firm tongue, skillfully licking and teasing Meng Shi’s sensitive lower body without restraint, caused her entire body to tremble uncontrollably. Her inner carnal fantasies were completely aroused, and she couldn’t help but moan. Her wet vulva opened slightly, naturally preparing for intercourse.

“Almost there…come on…” Chi Hu quickly reached out and supported the girl’s slender waist, then used his thick glans to locate her honeypot. “This is it…” Red Tiger immediately found the entrance to the slit. He then deliberately rubbed his glans against the vulva, attempting to arouse the girl's already intense sexual desire.

“Ugh…” The girl couldn't bear the emptiness in her womb and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Red Tiger pressed his advantage, teasing the girl's wet vulva. “Ah… Oh…” The girl's lower body felt a constant tingling and itching sensation, causing her to twist her waist. More and more vaginal fluid flowed from her vulva, even Red Tiger's glans was covered in her wetness.

The intense stimulation caused her fair face to flush red with embarrassment. “Excellent!” Red Tiger smiled with satisfaction, then thrust his hips forward, his thick penis forcing open the narrow slit and penetrating to the hilt. “Ah…” A pitiful cry escaped the girl's throat. A tearing pain emanated from her vagina, instantly spreading throughout her entire body.

"It hurts...no...it hurts...ah..." The girl's painful moans filled the air, and scattered red spots dotted the area below their joined bodies. However, Chi Hu completely ignored her reaction, relentlessly thrusting his thick penis into the girl's wet vagina. Despite the girl's vaginal walls contracting repeatedly, Chi Hu continued his vigorous piston-like movements. With each deeper thrust, Chi Hu's large glans directly struck the girl's delicate cervix.

"Ah...um...oh..." After a brief moment of pain as her vagina was violently stretched open by the large penis, the girl soon succumbed to intense pleasure. Burning with waves of desire, the girl's thoughts drifted into a hazy state. "Oh...ah..." It felt so good; due to her weakness, Meng Shi could only writhe her snow-white breasts and slender waist, while simultaneously thrusting her round, firm buttocks upwards. Through these movements, the girl seemed to gain even more intense pleasure.

After about a hundred thrusts, Chi Hu panted, "Let's change positions." He hoisted her legs onto his shoulders and, holding her smooth, white thighs, thrust relentlessly into her honeyed depths, stimulating Meng Shi's clitoris intensely. Meng Shi frowned and moaned softly, her expression conflicted, unable to discern pleasure from pain. Only her alluring skin radiated boundless lust, her breasts swaying back and forth with Chi Hu's thrusts, as if overflowing with milk. As for their intimate moments, her juices flowed continuously, her tender vaginal muscles gripping Chi Hu's penis tightly, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of essence.

The two were immersed in this numbing intoxication, unable to extricate themselves for a long time. Her tight vaginal walls responded to Chi Hu's thrusts, sucking on his penis with varying depths. In the final thrust, Chi Hu reached his climax, forcefully plunging his buttocks into the girl's vagina, then releasing every last drop of his thick, turbid semen into her obscene body. Just then, the girl's warm, moist vaginal walls also spasmed violently, tightly gripping the gradually weakening penis.

"Hoo...hoo...that felt so good!" Exhausted, Chi Hu reluctantly pulled his penis out of her vagina. "It's all thanks to you that Lord Yang Fu's excess Yang energy was able to be released completely. You've really worked hard!" Chi Hu said with a smile as he erased Meng Shi's memory. Let it be a stimulating yet illusory dream!

Now that Master has merged the Frost True Qi and the Blazing Sun True Qi into one, his skills have greatly improved. Although he hasn't yet found the support of his natal star, it still slightly helps Master's achievements! Master! Let me use my last bit of strength to send you on your way! To where you belong! Chi Hu gradually withdrew from Yang Fu's body, forming another spirit that was both substantial and illusory. The spirit continued to expand, until it completely enveloped Yang Fu's entire body. Yang Fu's body seemed to fall into a black hole. In the blink of an eye, Yang Fu disappeared from Meng Shi's room and from this world.

Jia Shensuan, who had noticed all this, couldn't help but say sadly, "Another turbulent time! Yang Fu! Yang Fu! Your disappearance is an end for you in this world, but for you in another world, it is just a new beginning. I hope you can stop now!"

Fantasy Water Margin (3)

"Roar..." A shrill tiger roar came from the hillside. The birds in the forest were frightened and fled. The hunters who had gathered nearby heard the sound at the same time.

"It's a bit strange! The roar of this tiger with white forehead and glaring eyes is different from usual. It doesn't have a majestic and intimidating feeling. It sounds more like a wail before death." The old-timer, Uncle Lin, analyzed carefully.

The hunters were in an uproar over what had happened to the ferocious beast that had devoured more than thirty people on the hill, but they couldn't reach a conclusion, and none dared to go and investigate. Finally, they decided to send someone to the county government to report to the magistrate, Huang Zhengqi, for a decision.

Magistrate Huang had long been troubled by this man-eating, white-browed tiger, repeatedly hunting it down without success, resulting in many casualties. The reward had already been raised to an astonishing one thousand taels of silver, yet he had still found no solution.

Upon receiving the report, he immediately rushed to the hunters' gathering place. After understanding the situation, seeing that no one wanted to risk their lives to investigate, he promised to give them ten taels of silver.

As the saying goes, a generous reward always brings forth brave men. Several of the bolder young hunters, seeing the magistrate's promise, mustered their courage and, armed with five-pronged forks, went to investigate the source of the roar.

They crouched low, carefully parting the grass, and upon closer inspection, were utterly astonished.

The white-browed tiger with its piercing eyes lay lifeless on the ground, clearly dead, while beside it lay a robust young man in his early twenties, fast asleep. Such a bizarre sight was enough to startle anyone. The young man

was undoubtedly Yang Fu. It turned out that the red tiger had helped Yang Fu with a time-space transfer, and somehow (apparently a prank by the author), it had fallen from mid-air, crushing the sunbathing tiger to death. The young hunter,

calming himself, quickly sent someone to inform the magistrate. Magistrate Huang, upon hearing that the white-browed tiger had been eliminated, was overjoyed, a great weight lifted from his shoulders. He then instructed the young hunter to lead the way to meet the strange man who had seemingly defeated a ferocious beast (due to gravity) yet was now fast asleep.

"Does anyone know the origins of this young hero?" Because the internal energy was still circulating and merging, and his body had not yet adapted to the powerful energy, Yang Fu remained unconscious. Unable to be awakened despite repeated attempts, Lord Huang had no choice but to ask the people present if anyone knew Yang Fu.

The crowd looked at each other, wide-eyed, no one knowing.

A hunched old man stepped forward from the crowd, bowed respectfully to Magistrate Huang, and said, "I am Lin Wang, from Qinghe County. I happen to be from the same hometown as this hero and know him." The magistrate was overjoyed: "What is this hero's name?"

"Wu Song, the second son, also known as Wu Erlang." Magistrate Huang, with a look of sudden realization, said happily, "I have long heard of Wu Erlang's great name. Today I see that he is indeed a true hero. Men, help Hero Wu back to the county office to rest." The constables called for a sedan chair and took Yang Fu back to the government office to rest. They also called several strong hunters to carry the white-browed tiger back to the government office.

The group returned to the county town from Jingyang Ridge. The city gate was already crowded with a large number of commoners. When they learned that the white-browed tiger that had plagued them for so long was finally dead, they couldn't help but rejoice. Dozens of families who had personally suffered at the hands of the tiger, having avenged their great grievance, couldn't help but cry loudly, weeping with joy. Everyone eagerly awaited to see the true face of the tiger-slaying hero.

Seeing the people's jubilation for Wu Song, and lacking capable officials in his own household, Magistrate Huang proclaimed, "Today, hero Wu has rid our county of a great scourge! We hereby appoint him as our chief constable, to punish evil and promote good!" Although Magistrate Huang's reputation was usually terrible, the people were ecstatic. In an instant, the names of the wise Magistrate Huang Zhengqi and the tiger-slaying hero Wu Song resounded throughout Yanggu County, and the people rejoiced.

Just as the people of Yanggu County were celebrating, where the tiger had died, only an old man calling himself Lin Wang remained.

Anyone watching would be astonished; the old man's body gradually faded, even the faint sunlight could penetrate it.

The old man's eyes were closed, his hands clasped together in a prayerful gesture, as he murmured, "Great Lord Red Tiger, my duty is complete. I have guided Lord Yang Fu into his destined fate. Now, it remains to be seen how far Yang Fu... no, Lord Wu Song, will lead this chaotic world." After speaking, the old man vanished without a trace, leaving not a single mark. Oh... no, only a single red tiger hair remained, gleaming a bewitching fiery red in the sunlight.

The magistrate settled Yang Fu in the chief's private room, ordering that no one be allowed to enter and disturb him.

"Lord Wu Song! Lord Wu Song!" a voice called out in Yang Fu's consciousness.

"Eh, Red Tiger, you've come. Is something keeping you waiting? I've already reincarnated ten times!" Yang Fu's own consciousness answered the calling voice.

"Yes, please forgive my lateness, sir. After Master's ascension to immortality, I intended to proceed according to his plan, but I was discovered by the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain and imprisoned in a jade amber. Fortunately, Master's destiny prevailed, and Red Tiger received the help of Master's celestial blood, thus escaping the jade amber cage."

"So that's how it is. It was that old Taoist priest again. Back then, we brothers fought against the Liao barbarians in the north and quelled Fang La in the south, our merits and prestige were unparalleled. Who knew that once the cunning rabbit is dead, the hunting dog would be cooked? I never expected that the old Taoist priest, who supported the Zhao Song dynasty's mandate of heaven, would conspire with that old bald monk Da Hui to kill my brother and me. Not only was I forced to cripple my martial arts and die of old age at Liuta Temple, but it's also a pity that Brother Lu..."

"Reporting to Master, Lord Lu was chivalrous and righteous, and acted on his own accord. He was truly a man of character like us. It's a pity that he treated Da Hui with sincerity, yet he was betrayed and killed by Da Hui. This grudge must be avenged in blood."

"Yes, revenge is a must. How is everything now?"

"Reporting to Master, everything is ready."

"Well done! Who says history can't be rewritten? Today, I, Wu Song, will set off again from Yanggu County. Fate cannot be reversed, but I will defy it. Loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and righteousness are all bullshit. Anyway, I have an extra life, and I'll see how long your Zhao Song Dynasty can last."

"Reporting to Master, is there anything else you need?"

"Well, that's all for now. You've expended too much energy and spirit to reverse space and replenish the power of my future body. Rest in the jade amber for now! Anyway, we can communicate with each other through consciousness, so there's not much difference."

"Thank you, Master. I'll take my leave." Before the words had even faded, a flash appeared on Yang Fu's chest, and the pure white jade pendant transformed into a fiery red tiger shape, lifelike.

Yang Fu's body glowed, and red and blue energy circulated continuously within his body. Finally, after all the energy had circulated throughout his body, it returned to his dantian.

"I, Wu Song, have reincarnated ten times, and today I am reborn in this body. Although my skill is only half of what it was at its peak, it far surpasses my youthful strength. With a little training, that will be enough. Ha! Yang Fu is Wu Song, and Wu Song is Yang Fu. Ten reincarnations, ten lifetimes of wisdom—who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me!" Wu Song "awoke," straightened his clothes, and left the room. The constable guarding the door saw Wu Song leave and immediately led him to see the magistrate.

"Hero Wu, thank you for ridding this county of a great scourge. Here is a reward of a thousand taels of silver; please accept it. Also, although you are from Qinghe County, it is only a stone's throw from my Yanggu County. Today, I recommend you to be the head constable of this county, and you will work for me from now on. How about it?" Magistrate Huang said this to Wu Song, clearly intending for him to become his trusted subordinate.

Upon hearing this, Wu Song thought to himself, "Huang Zhengqi is the youngest son of Gao Qiu's wet nurse. He became a county magistrate through Gao Qiu's protection. If I could get close to Gao Qiu, then... well, I'll just temporarily make him a chief constable, with a few dozen men at my beck and call." He immediately knelt and said, "If I am honored by the magistrate's favor, I will be eternally grateful." Magistrate Huang was overjoyed, believing Wu Song was genuinely willing to serve him. He immediately ordered the clerk to draw up the documents, and that very day, Wu Song was appointed chief constable.

That very night, on the night Wu Song took office as chief constable, all the constables in the yamen held a welcome-back party for him, celebrating his appointment as chief constable. Everyone toasted Wu Song in celebration.

Although Wu Song became chief constable because he killed a tiger, some arrogant constables were still unconvinced. Wu Song knew that to lead, one must first win over the masses, so he immediately conceived the idea of establishing his authority.

"Bring me a wooden stick!" Wu Song grabbed a wooden stick, secretly channeling his inner strength. Unsure of Wu Song's intentions, everyone stopped what they were doing and watched him intently. The once noisy courtyard suddenly fell silent.

"Bang!" With a series of sounds, and without Wu Song making any further movement, the entire wooden stick was completely embedded in the ground.

Instantly, cheers erupted throughout the courtyard. Everyone was amazed by Wu Song's true skill.

Those with higher martial arts skills understood the difficulty involved. To pierce the ground with a wooden stick required a balance of strength and flexibility, unlike an iron stick which only required powerful yang energy. It also required yin energy to prevent the stick from breaking, and then yang energy to solidify it. The difficulty was far greater, and to embed it completely in the ground was even more challenging.

"Guards! Here are nine hundred taels of silver. Give twenty taels to each household affected by the tiger. The rest, brothers, can divide it among yourselves!" Wu Song not only subdued people with strength but also knew how to win them over with virtue.

Hearing of Wu Song's deep concern for the suffering people, and how he had donated nine-tenths of the reward money, leaving himself with at least five taels of silver—an extra half-month's salary—the people were filled with admiration and utter loyalty.

The next day, news of Wu Song's actions spread throughout the county. His martial arts skills deterred thieves, and his benevolence earned him high praise from the common people. Even Magistrate Huang couldn't compare to him; Wu Song had solidified his position in Yanggu County. Magistrate Huang didn't mind; Wu Song was his confidant, and fame wouldn't harm him.

Especially after this incident, he completely trusted Wu Song.

That night, Wu Song was restless and couldn't sleep. He went out of his room for a walk in the moonlight to clear his mind and comforted the officers and soldiers on night watch.

The officers and soldiers were deeply moved by Wu Song's late-night visit. With a deafening crash, a boulder half a person's height was hurled through the door, speeding past Wu Song and smashing a large hole in the wall beside him.

Before anyone could react, several dark figures appeared, a group of strangely dressed individuals suddenly materializing. All wore black hoods and tight-fitting black suits.

The leader, a woman, wore stocking-like chainmail, brass armor on her hands and feet, a short sword at her waist, and a slightly protruding chest and lithe figure.

"Assassins! Form ranks!" Wu Song roared, snapping the guards out of their shock. Remembering his usual methods, they quickly formed triangular squads of three.

The men in black, seeing the well-trained soldiers in formation, were momentarily stunned.

"Kill!" Wu Song commanded, determined to wipe them out. He himself, however, didn't join the attack, wanting only to test the results of his training.

Every three soldiers took turns attacking one of the men in black. Although the men in black were far more skilled than the soldiers, the soldiers' teamwork was flawless. They not only coordinated with each other but also relentlessly attacked the men in black's weaknesses. In less than a quarter of an hour, everyone except the leading woman in black was wounded and captured.

"Bang!" Seeing the situation was dire and unable to rescue her captured companions, the woman launched several smoke bombs and used the thick fog as cover to escape using her light-footed skills.

"Put her in jail and keep a close watch on her," Wu Song hurriedly ordered as he saw the woman escape, then used his light-

footed skills to give chase. Wu Song moved with ease, following the woman in black with effortless grace. No matter how she ran and hid, Wu Song remained as close as a ghost. The woman finally crossed the city wall and entered the forest west of the city.

Seeing that she couldn't shake off Wu Song, she simply stopped. Knowing her martial arts skills were far inferior to Wu Song's, the woman abandoned her plan to fight like a cornered beast.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"I...I'm Wu Song!" Wu Song answered, swiftly reaching the woman's side and, with lightning speed, striking her vital points.

"You..." The woman, enraged by Wu Song's sudden attack, couldn't utter a sound. With all her vital points sealed, she lost her balance, her knees buckling, and she collapsed limply into Wu Song's arms.

Wu Song removed the woman's mask, revealing a petite and charming woman, no more than twenty years old, with delicate features and short, flowing hair that exuded a heroic air. Her nose was straight and high, her noble and elegant appearance reflecting her strong will and personality.

As Wu Song channeled his inner energy into the woman's meridians, he wantonly caressed her supple skin, saying, "I'm going to rape you!" Upon hearing this, the woman's snow-white face flushed crimson, her delicate brows furrowed, her face burning with fear and dread.

Without another word, Wu Song removed her shoes, socks, and trousers, revealing two long, beautiful legs as white as jade—truly captivating. Wu Song swallowed hard, reaching out to spread the woman's legs, but she, overcome with shame, instead clamped them tightly together.

Wu Song hardened his heart and forcefully pried her legs open. Under the bright moonlight, a patch of dark, lush pubic hair concealed two rosy labia, one nipple, round and tender like rouge, trembling inexplicably, a sight to behold.

The delicate crevice was slightly moist, glistening with moisture. It wasn't yet a full-blown orifice, but a trickle of nectar already overflowed from the entrance, about to drip, making the plump mons pubis appear even more vibrant, soft and tender, as if it would overflow with moisture at the slightest touch.

Faced with such an alluring secret, how could Wu Song not cherish it? He immediately began to caress it with caresses. After only a few touches, the woman began to moan softly, her expression erratic, involuntarily crying out, "Ah, ah..." It turned out that Wu Song had unknowingly released her pressure points.

The sound of her crying out made the woman feel even more embarrassed, and she hurriedly shut her mouth in shame, but she still couldn't suppress the pleasure in her lower body. Her breathing gradually became heavy and rapid, and she moaned incoherently, though the sound was not so loud, it only added to the sensual and alluring quality. In an instant, the aphrodisiac energy coursing through her body, combined with Wu Song's caresses, made the woman dazed and confused, her virgin nectar flowing all over the ground.

She gasped softly, forcing her hazy eyes open, only to see Wu Song unzip his pants, his erect penis standing proudly, too proud for her to bear.

Wu Song swiftly removed her clothes, and in moments, she was completely naked. Her warm, snow-white body, like jade, was fully revealed to Wu Song. He hastily stripped off his own clothes, embracing her and savoring her breathtakingly

beautiful body. The woman, skilled in martial arts, possessed a beautiful, athletic figure. Her neck was slender, her shoulders delicate, and her breasts full and firm, perfectly complementing her willow-like waist and rounded, pert buttocks—truly alluring.

Her body was voluptuous yet supple, incredibly seductive. Even more remarkable was her delicate, fragrant skin, adorned with scars perhaps from a mission—a perfection within imperfection, further fueling Wu Song's passion and igniting boundless desire within him.

The girl, now naked, was held by Wu Song, her face flushed and radiant with shyness. Her originally elegant and delicate face now held an expression of unbearable shame, creating a seductive allure that stirred the imagination.

Wu Song's lust burned fiercely; his manhood swelled, thick and long, brimming with boundless energy. His hot, red glans pressed against the woman's tender opening, but did not penetrate; it merely teased her lovely, red clitoris, glistening with her love juices.

The woman, her sensitive area being played with, immediately began to moan incessantly, and soon her love juices flowed freely, overflowing between her thighs.

Wu Song whispered in her ear, "Sister, do you want to come from the front or the back?" The woman blushed instantly, her shyness tinged with a hint of anger. She bit her lip and said, "No...don't...don't torture me..." Wu Song said, "Hmm, then I'll come from the back. Xiao Hui likes it when I do this." Upon hearing this, the woman's heart pounded wildly. Just as she was feeling embarrassed, Wu Song flipped her over, making her lie face down. He lifted her snow-white, plump buttocks and thrust his hips into her.

Wu Song aimed at her tender vulva, then wrapped his arms around her waist and thrust in hard to the root, his hips pounding wildly. "Ugh...ugh..." The woman experienced the pain of deflowering, writhing in agony, shaking her head wildly, barely able to cry out.

As soon as Wu Song broke through her forbidden zone, he began to thrust violently, his penis moving in and out very forcefully, the muscles of her vulva rubbing together until they turned red, and her love juices gushed out. The woman, initially weak and listless, gradually became aroused by the penetration, moaning softly. Her upper body tilted slightly, her two full breasts swaying and bumping against each other rhythmically, beads of sweat dripping down her face.

Wu Song, his heart itching, quickly cupped her round, snow-white breasts, kneading them incessantly with both hands. The woman's body trembled instantly, and she gasped, "Wu Song! No…don't do this, not there…" Wu Song panted, "How can I not? These…sister's breasts are so big and soft…I never would have guessed that someone as petite as you would have such enormous breasts!" He squeezed them hard, and they taut with elasticity, revealing their firm peaks. Such large, soft, and firm breasts were truly rare; how could one not be captivated?

While fondling her breasts, Wu Song said, "Sister, no wonder you're so wanton. Just looking at these breasts, I know how formidable you are..." The woman, trying to control her breathing, hurriedly said, "You...you shouldn't talk nonsense! I, I didn't..." But at this moment, she was engaged in passionate intercourse with Wu Song, their bodies tightly and hotly joined, and she had already lost her virginity. These few words made even herself feel ashamed.

The woman writhed and cried softly, tears streaming down her face, thinking, "I...I actually...lost my virginity like this..." A violent thrust shattered her lament, causing her to groan loudly, making sounds of ecstasy and agony.

What was bound to happen could not be avoided. Although Wu Song was extremely excited and unwilling to stop, he was finally being entertained by the woman's fleshy orifice and was about to finish. A surge of hot semen was ready to be released, already reaching the tip of his penis.

Wu Song held the woman tightly, leaving her no room to struggle. Their panting filled the air, their bodies mingling with sweat, a truly lewd scene. While enjoying the woman's beautiful breasts, Wu Song thrust forcefully, his semen erupting once more.

"Ahhh..." the woman sighed miserably, accepting Wu Song's male essence, the ejaculation heading straight for her uterus, her pure chastity utterly destroyed. Unable to withstand the stimulation, the woman fainted.

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