[Wuxia] A Collection of Adult Versions of the Four Great Classical Novels (Complete) - 35 Chapters

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Fantasy Water Margin (4)

Wu Song was still not satisfied, so he changed his position, knelt on one knee, and brought his penis to the woman's lips. He gently patted her awake and said softly, "Sister, get up quickly, I've pulled it out, we can do it again!" The woman slowly woke up, still feeling pain in her lower body. Just as she was about to get angry, she suddenly saw the jade stem covered in semen hanging in front of her. She couldn't help but feel hot on the face and said, "This...you..." Wu Song took advantage of her opening his mouth and put his penis into her cherry-like mouth. He said softly, "Although I pulled it out, it's soft now. I need to get it hard quickly. Sister, I'll have to make you suffer a little more!" The woman had his penis in her mouth, and a fishy smell rushed into her nose and mouth. She was in pain again and wanted to struggle, but she had been greatly tormented earlier and was powerless to resist. Helplessly, she could only glare at Wu Song and shyly suck on his penis.

This female assassin was not bad at martial arts, but she was completely clueless about sucking and swallowing techniques. She didn't know how to lick with her tongue and could only blush and mess around. Even so, within those warm, soft lips, Wu Song still felt waves of pleasure. His member quickly regained its strength, gradually swelling until the woman could no longer contain it. She could only spit it out, panting, and said, "Is that enough? I...ah...ah...I can't anymore..." Wu Song laughed, "That's enough. Look, this thing is even bigger than before. Sister, thanks to you, you licked it so clean." Sure enough, the penis was completely red, all the semen had been licked away by the woman's delicate tongue, most of it swallowed.

Wu Song helped the woman up, had her support herself on the tree trunk, and thrust his penis into her anus in one breath. The woman suddenly felt the foreign object enter her body, and it kept thrusting and pushing in inch by inch. She couldn't help but feel pain, and just as she was about to cry out, she suddenly felt a sense of terror: the painful sensation was coming from her rear.

Wu Song, holding her fragrant buttocks, thrust his magnificent penis deep into her anus. More than halfway in, bubbles sizzled at the point of contact, the lubricating fluid from the previous penetration adding to the erotic atmosphere. This caused the woman great suffering. She struggled to resist Wu Song's intrusion, enduring the pain of her deflowering, moaning and panting, "Wu...Wu...you..." Wu Song thrust harder, penetrating deeply, exclaiming, "Oh...ah...good sister, you're so tight here..." The woman, filled with shame, groaned several times, barely managing to gasp, "Wrong...wrong...Wu Song, hurry, hurry out..." Wu Song cried out, "Ah, yes, I've entered your anus! Your anus is so tight, so comfortable..." Instead of withdrawing, he thrust even more vigorously, churning her anus in a frenzy.

The woman lay prone on the ground like a bitch, her buttocks raised, receiving a barrage of frenzied thrusts from Wu Song. Tears welled in her eyes from the pain, yet a strange pleasure coursed through her clenched muscles, filling her with unbearable shame. She desperately tried to suppress her moans, crying out, "...pull...ahhh, ah...pull it out...pull it out quickly!" For a woman experiencing love for the first time, this anal pleasure was far too intense. Wu Song, with his ample stamina, was too much for her newly deflowered self to handle. If not for her strong constitution, she would have fainted long ago.

The woman, both angry and ashamed, cried out, "No...no...ah!" Amidst her screams, Wu Song suddenly grabbed her hands, thrusting forward relentlessly, pinning her against an old pine tree trunk, continuing his assault from behind. The wet sounds indicated the considerable amount of fluid she had released earlier. By

this time, the woman's legs were weak, unable to stand. She could only cling to the pine tree, weeping and screaming, her expression frantic. No matter how much she cried out, Wu Song showed no intention of withdrawing. Even when pushed to its limit, Wu Song's penis only penetrated about 60%, but the woman could no longer bear it. Her body seemed to have lost its control; saliva flowed from her lips, slowly dripping down. Her large, beautiful breasts were squeezed and deformed against the tree trunk, leaving soft, wet marks.

Her anus tightly gripped Wu Song's enormous penis, as if a fleshy ring was encircling it, contracting with each thrust, constantly drawing the penis inward. This intense force was deadly. Wu Song tried to control himself, but he was still overwhelmed by the woman's beautiful anal muscles, his semen gushing uncontrollably, as if a thin needle was about to pierce through his glans.

He was incredibly excited and cried out, "Sister, I...I'm about to ejaculate..." Wu Song was enjoying himself immensely, his yang energy was on the verge of exploding, and he thrust even harder, gritting his teeth, becoming increasingly unable to hold back. Finally, after about ten thrusts, he shouted, "Sister, I'm coming!" A torrent of semen gushed out, pouring directly into the woman's anus.

The woman's body stiffened, her eyes widening instantly. She whimpered and cried out in a trembling voice, "Ah... ah ah..." Her expression was blank, as if she couldn't believe it, yet a hot, full feeling surged within her as Wu Song ejaculated into her with unbridled pleasure.

At this moment, Wu Song's penis finally softened. As he withdrew from the woman's body, several thick, white, sticky drops of fluid were drawn out, followed by a mixture of vaginal fluid and sweat, which slowly overflowed from her opening. The woman let out a gasp and fainted again, sliding down the pine tree to the ground.

Wu Song parted her buttocks, noticing slight redness and swelling around her anus, but not prominently so. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, "Indeed, her skills are superb, and her body is so resilient. She's even better than Xiao Hui, truly remarkable!" Wu Song gently shook the woman awake and said, "You were sent by Cai Jing's side, weren't you?" The woman shuddered upon hearing this but did not answer.

"I also know you're a disciple of the Wushuang Sect, right! The lightness skill you used when you escaped—'Cloud Swallow Double Flight'—revealed your secret!" The woman collapsed onto the wasteland, the aftershocks of their lovemaking still causing her to gasp for breath, unable to answer. She wiped away her tears and sweat, looked up at the distant clouds, and sighed softly, "I...I have no face...to return to my sect..."

"Why bother? It's just losing your virginity! By the way, did someone in your family die at Gao Qiu's hands?"

"You...you...how did you know?" Upon hearing Gao Qiu's name, the woman's face filled with resentment.

"First: Huang Zhengqi is Gao Qiu's confidant. Although Gao Qiu and Cai Jing are in cahoots, two tigers cannot share one mountain. Only Cai Jing would dare to openly send someone to kill Huang Zhengqi, because he knows the guards of the government office best—they're utterly useless."

"Second: Huang Zhengqi is an idiot. He's useless in both literature and martial arts, as stupid as a pig..."

"Hehe..." The woman laughed at Wu Song's amusing explanation.

"Eh! Your smile is so sweet and cute!" Wu Song blinked, teasing the woman.

"Hmph!" The woman saw the smile in Wu Song's eyes and shut her mouth, but felt a strange, sweet feeling inside.

"Where were we? Right, Huang Zhengqi is a complete idiot. At most, he can only help Gao Qiu collect bribes. How could he possibly do anything to threaten Cai Jing? But the magistrate of Yanggu County is different. He controls the county's annual gold production of a million taels. This position is incredibly lucrative. How could Cai Jing not be tempted?"

"Third..."

"There's a third one!" The woman was deeply impressed by Wu Song's quick wit, but she only knew the first point. How could Wu Song know anything else?

"Of course there's a third one. The third one is you, you utterly stupid idiot. Daring to kill a high-ranking official is a crime that even if Cai Jing becomes Grand Tutor, he wouldn't dare to take lightly. He doesn't want to fall out with Gao Qiu, so he had to find some idiots blinded by revenge to do this. Look at the people he employs; they're all useless. Would the Grand Tutor's subordinates be so incompetent?"

"This..." Thinking about it carefully, she realized she had indeed been used by that old fox, Cai Jing.

"Well, you can't go back to Wushuang Sect either. That old hag Jingzhai will definitely not let you off the hook. I think you might as well come with me!" Asking a woman he had just raped, someone he didn't even know the woman's name, to come with him—had Wu Song gone mad?

The woman's heart was stirred by Wu Song's words. She thought, "This man is exceptionally talented in both literature and martial arts, and his appearance and physique are also excellent. Such a person is rare in this world. And he took my virginity; I'm already his woman…" The woman's will continued to struggle.

"Alright! If you agree to one condition, I'll give in to you." A resolute determination appeared in the woman's eyes.

"It's a deal! I'll definitely tear that old bastard Gao Qiu to pieces, and I'll also send his precious son as a gift!" Wu Song knew exactly what she wanted and immediately agreed.

"My dear wife, can you tell me your name now?"

"Alright! My name is Pan Jinlian, and I'm Master Jingzhai's last disciple..."

"Pan Jinlian???" Wu Song shouted, then collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and fainted.

Pan Jinlian was left standing there, bewildered.

What... what... what exactly happened?!

Fantasy Water Margin (5)

"Great! Master! You're finally awake!" Wu Song opened his eyes and saw Pan Jinlian standing beside him, her face filled with a relieved expression, her eyes bright and clear, with a hint of girlish shyness.

Master? Is that how she addresses me? Judging from her respectful address and her worried and fearful face, she must have truly fallen in love with me!

"Where is this?" Wu Song sat up, carefully examining the unfamiliar place. It was a small bedroom, no, perhaps not even a bedroom, more like a place to rest. The entire room contained only a pitifully small amount of furniture, a bed, and nothing more than a bed to sleep on.

"This is where I'm temporarily hiding in Yanggu County. Although it's very simple, it's extremely well-hidden. Because you suddenly fainted, I couldn't decide what to do. The constables from the government office were patrolling and searching everywhere, so I didn't want to be too conspicuous. I took the liberty of bringing you back here first."

"By the way, sir! How did you suddenly faint?"

"This... well..." How could Wu Song tell the truth, especially since it was a mess he himself didn't understand? Wu Song rambled on for a few moments, roughly saying that he had been training the constables from the government office day and night and was exhausted. He coaxed and lied until Pan Jinlian finally believed him.

"Come, come here and let me take a good look at you!" Wu Song naturally adapted to Pan Jinlian's way of addressing him, calling her softly as he prepared to examine her closely again.

"Master, this..." Pan Jinlian was already sitting on the edge of the bed, quite close to Wu Song. If Wu Song asked her to come any closer, wouldn't she be leaning against him? Hearing Wu Song's command, Pan Jinlian was still hesitant, but her body unconsciously pressed itself against him.

Wu Song then lifted Pan Jinlian up with both hands, letting her sit on his lap, their faces facing each other. Unlike the first time, when they were casual, for the first time, they seriously observed each other, two people, four eyes, staring at each other.

"So alike, it really is the same person!" Wu Song uttered a barely audible whisper, his eyes fixed on Pan Jinlian's face. Her once long, black hair was now a neat, simple short style; her previous charming and alluring expression was now gentle and graceful. The same person, yet two completely different charms—no wonder she'd been mistaken at first glance.

"Master…you…" Pressed close to such a handsome face, his alluring eyes flashing with complex emotions, Pan Jinlian felt as if her heart had been completely seen through. His unrestrained, inquisitive gaze, his powerful, masculine aura, the warm, soft touch of his skin—Pan Jinlian was unconsciously influenced by Wu Song's charm. A burning energy surged within her, and lust rose from the depths of her heart. A bright red flush danced on her cheeks, and her eyes filled with a strange, hazy light.

Wu Song seemed oblivious to Pan Jinlian's unease; his expression remained unchanged as he pondered his question.

"Oh…" Seeing Wu Song's lack of reaction, Pan Jinlian unconsciously shifted forward, pressing her entire body against his. Pan Jinlian moved her body constantly, rubbing against Wu Song. Her full, elastic breasts, encased in thin clothing, lightly touched and then heavily pressed against Wu Song's bare chest.

Sometimes she gently rubbed her firm nipples against him, sometimes she squeezed and kneaded them with her soft breasts. Her buttocks naturally sat on Wu Song's groin, swaying up and down through his trousers with the slightest touch.

"She's naturally alluring!" Wu Song murmured. He had secretly channeled aphrodisiac energy into her body. Normally, her internal strength should have been unaffected, but she couldn't resist at all. It seemed that the Ice Heart Technique of the Wushuang Sect still couldn't change her innate nature!

While gently supporting Pan Jinlian's neck with his right hand, Wu Song lowered his head to kiss her cherry-like lips, continuously tasting her sweet and delicious juices. Their tongues intertwined and touched, while his left hand kneaded her soft and full breasts through her thin clothing. The elasticity and firmness of her breasts made Wu Song unable to tear himself away.

The physical sensations were so pleasurable, and the mental sensations excited Wu Song even more. The woman he deeply controlled, who "had once" been his respected brother and sister-in-law, who "had once" been the object of his love and admiration, who "had once" been the adulterous woman he chased and killed with his knife, was now entangled in love and hate, deep affection and resentment. All these strange feelings fueled his desire.

"Good!" As if making a decision, Wu Song took off his trousers and then reached out to remove Pan Jinlian's thin clothing. Pan Jinlian's entire body was completely exposed to Wu Song's eyes. Her large breasts swayed with her body's movements, and her private parts, wet and slightly parted due to arousal, continuously flowed sweet juices from her deep valley.

"I...I want..." Wu Song raised his erect penis, rubbing it repeatedly against the dense flesh of her vagina. The stimulation of the glans intensified the desire in the tender flesh of her vagina, and Pan Jinlian couldn't help but let out a soft cry, unable to resist the

feeling of emptiness in her vagina. "Oh..." Wu Song thrust forward forcefully into her vagina, filling it completely in one go. Pan Jinlian felt the fullness of her vagina, and her vulva naturally tightened, the surrounding flesh gripping his penis tightly, sending waves of comfortable pleasure through her. With each powerful thrust, Pan Jinlian couldn't help but sway her fair buttocks, moving slightly back and forth in rhythm with Wu Song's movements. The

illicit ambiguity, the forbidden intercourse, brought Wu Song's desire to its peak. He pulled Pan Jinlian's body closer, changing from long-distance delivery to short bursts of thrusting, the rapid thrusting bringing inexplicable pleasure.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Pan Jinlian, overwhelmed by Wu Song's vigorous thrusts, opened her small mouth and moaned, uttering intermittent, soft whimpers. Her large breasts swayed violently, her fair and delicate skin glistening with sweat, making her pinkish-white body appear even more alluring.

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"Hmm... Oh..." Just as the two were enjoying their sexual climax, Wu Song secretly channeled a strange internal energy, slowly guiding it from his dantian to his moving genitals, then accelerated the piston-like motion.

"Ah..." Both reached climax simultaneously. Wu Song contained his internal energy within his semen, transmitting it into Pan Jinlian's body through the ejaculation.

After the internal energy entered Pan Jinlian's delicate body, she felt indescribably comfortable. The internal energy immediately flowed through all eighteen major acupoints of her body, subsequently drawing out her own true energy, finally settling on her back.

A faint, seven-colored light emanated from her back, as if a painting were being created on it. A blooming golden lotus flower appeared on Pan Jinlian's back.

Although Pan Jinlian was blind, her body and spirit allowed her to fully understand what was happening behind her. The lotus was beautiful and lifelike; she was amazed and delighted by such a wondrous sight. "Eh? Master, what's going on?" she asked.

"The Great Joy Bodhisattva Mantra!" This was a treasure she had obtained through ten lifetimes of reincarnation! She had traded five thousand taels of gold and ten innocent young girls with that ruthless Tibetan lama.

"During intercourse, at the moment of climax, the man uses his semen to transfer his internal energy into the woman. The woman absorbs this energy, enhancing her own power, and at the same time, her natal image will appear on her back. As for its effects, I'm not quite sure." In fact, the Great Joy Bodhisattva Mantra not only enhances a woman's own power but also makes the woman completely devoted to the man, taking his thoughts as her guide, never deviating for life. Of course, Wu Song wouldn't say these things aloud.

"Really? My natal image is a lotus!" Pan Jinlian channeled her internal energy, and a faint golden light emanated from her back. She felt that the flow of her internal energy was not only faster but also more complete and profound than before. Although she hadn't undergone an immediate transformation, with more practice, her martial arts would surely reach a higher level. She felt even more grateful to Wu Song.

Wu Song gently stroked Pan Jinlian's scar. The scar, though shallow, was long and stark against her delicate skin, appearing eerie and sinister. Intrigued, Wu Song asked, "What happened to this scar?"

"My lord," Pan Jinlian replied, "this happened when I was sixteen..." Hearing Wu Song inquire about her past, Pan Jinlian recounted everything about her past to this man she would entrust her life to.

Pan Jinlian came from a scholarly family. Her father was an upright official, diligent in his duties, and always ready to right wrongs. He had once reported Gao Qiu's abduction of a woman to the court. Unexpectedly, the court not only ignored the case but also falsely accused Pan Jinlian of corruption. Her father was beheaded, and her mother and family were reduced to servants.

Her mother, burdened by worry, fell ill and passed away before her father. Pan Jinlian was sold into servitude, hoping to live an ordinary life. However, her natural beauty attracted the attention of the master who bought her. When gentle persuasion failed, he pulled out a dagger and threatened

her to submit. The gruesome scar on her face was from the struggle she endured. "Oh, and then, did your dead master just happen to pass by and rescue you? Taking pity on your difficult past, he took you in as his last disciple," Wu Song interrupted Pan Jinlian dismissively, thinking he had heard similar stories countless times.

"Huh? How did you know, sir?" Pan Jinlian looked up, her eyes fixed on Wu Song, a few tears still clinging to them from her sorrow.

Looking at the tearful Pan Jinlian, so delicate and fragile, her slightly moist and swollen eyes seemed to speak volumes about her tumultuous past. Wu Song regretted his carelessness and impatience, and couldn't help but pull her into his arms, holding her tightly.

"Jinlian," Wu Song said, gently stroking her, "let the past go with the wind! One cannot live forever in the pain of memories. Now that you're with me, to say goodbye to the unpleasant past, consider it a new beginning. From now on, I'll call you Xiaolian."

"Whether you call me Jinlian or Xiaolian, I will always be by your side, my lord," Xiaolian said, burying her head deeply in Wu Song's chest, feeling the throbbing warmth, the man's tenderness and love.

They nestled together in silence, only then fully accepting each other, imprinting this tenderness and sweetness deeply into their hearts.

After a long while, the first rays of dawn streamed in through the window, awakening the two who were lost in their blissful passion.

Wu Song stood up, remembering the reason for his trip. While straightening his clothes, he pondered how to settle Lian'er. He was staying at the government office, and although he lived alone, it would be somewhat inconvenient to have Lian'er with him. It seemed he would have to rent a small house on his own.

"I'm going back to the government office! I've been out all night; the magistrate must be extremely worried! I need to go back and find out what's going on. Lian'er, you stay here for now. Don't wander around. Focus on practicing your skills and absorbing the power of the Great Joy Bodhisattva Mantra!" Wu Song said goodbye to Lian'er, looking out the window at the now bright dawn.

"Sir, you must be careful. The consequences of an assassin escaping are not easy to resolve."

"Don't worry! What kind of person am I, Wu Song? How could I be troubled by such a small matter? Besides, Huang Zhengqi relies on your master to protect his life! You, on the other hand, will have to work harder." Wu Song pinched Lian'er's cheek and returned to the government office unhurriedly. "Second Brother, you're back!" As soon as Wu Song stepped into the government office, Magistrate Huang's voice came, his joyful tone and relieved expression perfectly expressing Magistrate Huang's true feelings. "

Reporting to Your Honor, the thief was cunning and treacherous, and he escaped. Wu Song's search was unsuccessful, and I have failed to live up to Your Honor's kindness. I have come to beg for forgiveness." Wu Song knelt on one knee and begged Magistrate Huang for forgiveness.

"Second Brother, please rise quickly!" Magistrate Huang was flustered when he saw Wu Song kneeling and quickly helped Wu Song up.

"Thanks to Erlang's quick thinking last night, the thief was captured in one fell swoop; otherwise, everything would have been out of control. Although one escaped, it's still a great achievement!" Huang Zhengqi was extremely grateful to Wu Song for saving his life.

Thinking back to the events of the previous night, Huang Zhengqi felt a chill run down his spine. He had been soundly asleep when a loud "bang" woke him, followed by the sounds of clashing weapons. Terrified, he and his newlywed third concubine hid under the bed, afraid to make a sound for a long time, lest they be beheaded.

Later, his men came in to protect him and learned that all but one of the thieves had been captured, which relieved them greatly. Huang Zhengqi knew his own limitations; his men were only mediocre fighters. Who else but Wu Song could capture an assassin? He regarded Wu Song as his savior.

"What is Erlang's opinion on this matter?" Magistrate Huang knew that Wu Song was not only highly skilled in martial arts but also meticulous in his thinking, so he asked Wu Song for his opinion on the assassin.

"Reporting to Your Honor, I dare not make any rash judgments!" Wu Song's eyes flashed with hesitation as he stared directly at Magistrate Huang.

"You may all step back!" Noticing the hesitation in Wu Song's eyes, Magistrate Huang dismissed his attendants.

"We are sworn brothers in name and in reality, so please speak freely!"

"I dare to be bold, but this matter may involve the struggle between Grand Commandant Gao and Grand Tutor Cai!"

"What do you mean?" Huang Zhengqi's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and Wu Song felt a chill run down his spine. This old fellow was not to be underestimated; he had to be wary and not let himself be caught off guard.

"Sir, you control Yanggu County's annual gold production of a million taels of silver. This is not only a lucrative position but also an excellent way to make money. The struggle between Cai and Gao has recently come to the forefront. In this contest between the civil and military, money is indispensable, and you are of utmost importance!"

"Hmm..." Huang Zhengqi pondered quietly, making a major decision.

"Brother Wu, I have an important matter to ask of you."

"Please give your orders, sir!"

"May 14th is Grand Tutor Cai's birthday, which is still a month and a half away. I want you to deliver my birthday gifts to the Grand Tutor's residence and depart immediately tomorrow."

"This... Your subordinate obeys!"

"Then I entrust everything to you!" Wu Song left the government office, constantly pondering Magistrate Huang's intentions. This could not possibly be a simple gift delivery, yet he couldn't see the conspiracy within. This old devil was truly more cunning than he had anticipated!

Wu Song returned to his room, casually packed his travel clothes, and then lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. It wasn't until late at night that Wu Song took the opportunity to inform Lian'er of his decision to go to the capital and asked her to meet him outside Yanggu County.

The next day, Wu Song, accompanied by eight elite constables, escorted a large box of treasures that Lord Huang wanted to present to Cai Jing as a birthday gift. The group of nine... no, ten people set off for Kaifeng, the capital of the Song Dynasty.

Fantasy Water Margin (6)

"Master!" Xiao Lian, dressed in tight-fitting men's clothing, met Wu Song and the others, who had changed into civilian clothes, on the hill outside the county town.

The white and silver-trimmed tight-fitting clothes accentuated her exquisite and slender figure, paired with her spirited and handsome face, a pair of deep and moving eyes, a captivating smile, and a natural and charming pride. What a beautiful woman who exudes a thousand charms.

"..." Wu Song and his men were stunned, unable to react for a moment, simply staring blankly at Xiao Lian, each as if their souls had left their bodies.

"Cough...cough..." Wu Song was the first to react, using a few coughs to bring the other eight back to their senses.

The others looked at Wu Song with awkward grins, their eyes uncontrollably fixed on Xiao Lian. They truly wondered how such a stunningly beautiful woman could suddenly appear on this desolate hillside, completely unable to connect her to the female assassin who had vanished without a trace the night before.

Knowing that his woman was so charming was something that made him very proud and satisfied. But seeing these men practically drooling, looking like typical lecherous devils, he knew that while he was generous, he wasn't a big-hearted turtle who would share a woman with his brothers!

"Let me introduce you. This is my younger sister. Please be polite and call her 'sister-in-law' from now on," Wu Song said to the crowd, riding his steed. He then used his strength to lift Xiao Lian up, letting her sit comfortably in front of him, her soft, fragrant body embraced tightly.

He had to nip their wicked thoughts in the bud now, or he'd be in for a world of trouble later.

"Ah...Master..." Xiao Lian couldn't help but let out a sweet cry. The intimate gesture, the public declaration, contained a hint of barely perceptible jealousy. Xiao Lian felt Wu Song's deep affection for her. She realized how sweet and wonderful it was to be possessed by the man she deeply loved.

"Eh...Ah..." Almost simultaneously, the other eight people let out disappointed and sorrowful groans. From younger sister to sister-in-law, from unmarried girl to married woman, from the heights of joy to the depths of despair, everyone watched their leader's intimate actions with his "sister-in-law," feeling a wave of loss wash over them.

"Let's go! Beauties always love heroes!" Wu Song urged the group to set off, uttering a meaningful remark to the young men before spurring his horse forward.

"Beauties love heroes?" The group pondered the implication of Wu Song's words. "I love beauties, beauties love heroes, heroes? Heroes?

" "I want to be a hero!" someone suddenly shouted, and the others quickly realized what he meant. Pushing the birthday gifts, they hurriedly chased after Wu Song. Wu Song's superb martial arts and exceptional wisdom were the goals they all aspired to. If they could learn from the head constable, success would be just around the corner, and they wouldn't be just lowly constables anymore. Then, wouldn't beauties all throw themselves at them?

The group followed Wu Song slowly, noticing that he consistently chose desolate and rarely visited paths. They guessed it was to avoid bandits and didn't ask any further questions.

Finally, Wu Song chose a dilapidated old temple to stay in for the night. As soon as they rested, everyone desperately begged Wu Song to teach them martial arts. Unable to resist their persistent pleading, Wu Song agreed to teach them martial arts suitable for them along the way. Having

experienced ten lifetimes of reincarnation, Wu Song had seen countless martial arts styles from various schools. He had already refined these styles, tailoring the teaching methods to each person's physique and inclinations.

"Huh?" Wu Song used his inner energy to probe the meridians of the last of the eight men, but felt his energy vanish like a mud ox sinking into the sea, never to return. It didn't trigger any reaction from the man's inner energy. This strange reaction greatly intrigued Wu Song.

"What's your name?"

"Reporting to the Chief, my name is Wu Ju!"

"What kind of martial arts do you practice? Why can't I see any inner energy?" "

...Reporting to the Chief, I've never learned martial arts. I'm just a lowly handyman in the county government." Wu Ju said nervously in a low voice.

"..." Wu Song remained silent, but inwardly he was furious, constantly cursing the mastermind behind this, that cunning Huang Zhengqi, more sly than a fox.

Seven constables whose martial arts skills weren't top-notch were already barely acceptable, and now there was even a lowly errand boy who didn't know a thing or two about martial arts. If bandits came to rob them, they might as well just hand over the birthday gifts with both hands. What a meticulous selection!

"Reporting to the Chief, then I..." Watching the other seven people excitedly practicing their newly learned martial arts, Wu Ju couldn't help but feel envious, hoping that he could also have good martial arts skills.

"You can't learn martial arts!" A bucket of cold water was poured over Wu Ju's head.

"This...this..." Wu Ju was struck dumb, unwilling to believe it.

"You don't have a foundation, and your meridians are already stiff. Even if you learn now, it will be difficult to achieve great success. It's better to..."

"It's better to what?" Wu Ju, who had already lost all hope, felt there was still room for negotiation, and his heart pounded with excitement.

After a moment of contemplation, Wu Song suddenly made a decision and said, "I'm going all in! Nobility isn't inherited! If your martial arts aren't up to par, I see you're exceptionally intelligent, so I'll teach you military strategy and formations." It turned out that the one who first understood Wu Song's implication was none other than Wu Ju.

"Nobility isn't inherited!" These words struck Wu Ju deeply. His family was poor, he hadn't received much education—even his mother taught him to read—and he couldn't afford to attend a private school. He had resigned himself to a life of mediocrity as a servant, but now, with the opportunity to rise above his station, Wu Ju was so moved that he kowtowed repeatedly to Wu Song in gratitude.

"Here, take this. You can ask me anything you don't understand." Wu Song pulled a small, uncovered booklet from his waist and handed it to Wu Ju. "

You're lucky, kid. I've had too much free time lately, so I compiled all the ancient and modern military strategies and tactics. I guarantee this book is unique in the world." Of course! Not only were analyses of the essential battles of the Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties listed, but even Chiang Kai-shek's Northern Expedition against Japan and the Communist Party's guerrilla raids were included—the fruits of the wisdom of all the great military strategists and advisors were on it.

Wu Ju, satisfied, took the precious book and went to study it diligently.

A thought arose in Wu Song's mind: he needed to cultivate his own team! These young men, while not exceptionally skilled in martial arts, were all quite talented; with diligent training, they could be a serious contender.

"Master, this…" Xiao Lian seemed to have thought of something but hesitated to speak.

"Have you noticed some minor problems?" Wu Song said to Xiao Lian with a hint of teasing.

"These are far more than minor problems; they are extremely serious!" Xiao Lian ignored Wu Song's teasing and stated her opinion firmly.

“That old fox Huang Zhengqi suddenly ordered me to transport the birthday tribute, and gave me such terrible guards. There will be no shortage of bandits trying to rob the tribute along the way, and many of them will be outlaws. I’m

afraid…” “Don’t worry! He has his clever plans, and I have my own. We’ll see what happens and act accordingly.” Wu Song looked at the eight men who were practicing diligently and said, “As for these constables, as long as we give them some time, they will surely achieve something. There’s no need to be afraid of those bandits. Their martial arts are too poor; it’s just that they haven’t met a good teacher!”

“Then should we head southeast to Taochengbu, and then take a boat from Taochengbu upstream along the Yellow River to Dongjing? This would not only reduce our travel time but also avoid the bandits.” Xiao Lian suggested a time-saving and labor-saving route just in case.

"No, we'll take the land route!"

"This..."

"It's only about two hundred li from Yanggu County to Tokyo. Traveling slowly by land, fifteen days is enough, not to mention ten days by boat. Why did that old fox give us a month and a half?"

"Why?"

"To curry favor! He hurriedly sent me to deliver the birthday tribute, so Cai Jing will at least wait until after his birthday to cause him trouble. By then, he'll be promoted again, and since he's not in Yanggu County, Cai Jing won't want him dead." "

That old fox is cunning and treacherous. This way, everyone knows he entrusted the birthday tribute to me. If something goes wrong, he can claim it's all my fault, and I'll be the scapegoat ."

"Could it be..." "

That's right. Now, probably more than half of the bandits know we're delivering the birthday tribute to the capital, and they're keeping a close eye on us. Today I'm deliberately taking the back road, and tomorrow I'll take the main road. The more astute and powerful bandits will surely think we have something to rely on, and won't dare to act hastily. This way, we'll have at least a few days of peace."

“Never mind him, we have plenty of time anyway. Let’s treat this trip as our honeymoon, and give these lads a good beating.” Wu Song affectionately embraced Xiao Lian, whispering in her ear, occasionally licking her earlobe with his tongue and blowing air into her ear.

“Mmm…” Xiao Lian glanced at the others, who were lost in their own world, and nodded shyly, nestling into Wu Song’s arms, enjoying his intimacy.

The next morning, Wu Song and his party returned to the main road, slowly heading towards Dongjing. Although the others were puzzled as to why Wu Song had returned to the main road, they were used to obeying him without question and didn’t say much. They believed that Wu Song’s decisions were always correct.

Along the long road, travelers came and went, only to see Wu Song and Xiao Lian laughing and flirting on horseback, enjoying the different scenery along the way, leisurely and carefree. The group following behind took turns pushing the cart carrying the birthday gifts. Those who were free buried themselves in the secrets of their martial arts or discussed the essence of martial arts in pairs, completely unconcerned about bandits coming to their door.

"Luo Xiao, the young mistress is thirsty. Bring her water bag."

"Yes, young master!" Luo Xiao respectfully presented Wu Song's water bag.

To avoid unnecessary trouble on the road, Wu Song and his party had changed into civilian clothes before setting off, and even their titles had changed naturally. Now they really looked like wealthy young men traveling with their beauties.

In the eyes of ordinary people, they were just a newlywed couple going out for a stroll, followed by a group of servants. Who would know that they were responsible for escorting the birthday gifts?

"Halt!" Just as Wu Song and Xiao Lian were excitedly talking about the strangely shaped cedar tree by the roadside, a large group of people suddenly blocked Wu Song and his party's way, rudely interrupting their enjoyment.

"This road is mine, this tree is mine, if you want..." A middle-aged man with a menacing appearance slowly uttered the standard phrases used by bandits in this day and age in his deep, hoarse voice.

"Luo Xiao, these people are yours!" Wu Song didn't even glance at them before ordering Luo Xiao to deal with this group of noisy fools, while he stayed on his horse, chatting and laughing with Xiao Lian, thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Yes, young master!" Luo Xiao looked at his companions and couldn't help but shake his head. Apart from Wu Ju, who was still engrossed in reading that ghost book, the other six were already rubbing their hands together, their faces full of eager anticipation. No kidding

, after receiving guidance from the head constable yesterday, although they hadn't felt much progress in their skills, the feeling of their internal energy circulating was vastly different from before. They had long wanted to find someone to test their skills against, and now that a group of reckless bandits were willing to be their punching bags, how could they not be overjoyed?

"Hmm, don't go too far!" Luo Xiao instructed, then led the others forward to deal with the dozens of bandits. The group charged into the crowd like tigers among sheep, some wielding elegant leg techniques, others powerful fists, some carrying mountain-splitting knives, others stone-piercing swords. Fists and feet flew, swords clashed, and the bandits cried out in agony, begging for mercy.

The bandits, seeing their internal energy flowing effortlessly with every move, each strike revealing a new essence, were overjoyed and continued their relentless attacks.

"Huh? Master, how come their skills have improved so rapidly in just one night?" Xiao Lian, puzzled by the group's sudden increase in power, couldn't help but ask Wu Song the reason.

“Each of them already had several years of Qi cultivation foundation, but the methods taught by their masters were too cumbersome, making it difficult to channel their energy when attacking. Their meridians were blocked, and their martial arts stagnated. Last night, I used my internal energy to open their blocked meridians, and at the same time, I taught them different breathing and energy circulation methods according to each person's different practice methods. Now they can exert their energy at will, and their power has naturally increased greatly.” Wu Song patiently explained the secrets to Xiao Lian.

“This way, Xiao Lian's martial arts will also increase greatly!” Xiao Lian said to Wu Song in a half-coquettish tone.

“Don’t you have my Great Joy Bodhisattva Mantra? That’s a great way to increase your power!” Wu Song pinched Xiao Lian’s pretty nose, deliberately teasing her.

“…Master, you’re bullying me!” Xiao Lian remembered what happened that day, and a shy blush rose on her face.

“Stop!” Seeing that the situation was completely under control, Wu Song shouted, and Luo Xiao and his group immediately stopped, but remained vigilant to prevent the bandits from escaping. The bandits, numbering forty or fifty, were all wounded to varying degrees, their faces trembling with fear and sweating profusely.

"Go! I don't want to kill you!" Wu Song felt no murderous intent towards these bandits, only pity.

These bandits hadn't committed any major crimes; if they hadn't been driven to desperation, who would commit such a capital offense? Just look at those bandits who wielded sickles more skillfully than broadswords, and hoes more adeptly than clubs—they should have been law-abiding farmers!

The Song Dynasty emphasized civil affairs over military matters, its emperors were incompetent and officials corrupt, the nation was weak, and its officials and soldiers were redundant, dragging down the entire economy. The burden on farmers grew heavier day by day, and the lives of ordinary people became increasingly bitter. This was the fault of the entire Song Dynasty!

"Luo Xiao, clear a path for them!" Seeing the bandits' hesitant eyes, Wu Song reiterated his thoughts. He had no right to demand they reform and abandon their evil ways; after all, good and evil were not so simple!

"Thank you for your kindness, young master!" After confirming Wu Song's sincerity, the bandits bowed to him and then, supporting their more seriously injured companions, disappeared in a flash. Luo Xiao and the others also knew the bandits' predicament, so they did not object to Wu Song's decision.

"You should know that your skills have greatly improved! But you can't be called masters yet. I hope you can practice diligently and improve your skills, but you must not rely on your strength to run rampant and kill innocent people."

"Yes, young master!" The crowd seemed to be able to sense Wu Song's thoughts and agreed in unison.

"Giddy up!" Wu Song urged the horse softly, and the group set off on their journey to the capital.

Fantasy Water Margin (7)

In the following days, Wu Song and his group traveled slowly, enjoying the scenery along the way. Every day, four or five groups of bandits who came for the birthday tribute would come to Luo Xiao and the others to practice their skills. However, these were just small fry. The truly powerful bandits were already eager to devour Wu Song, their fat sheep.

"Young master, Mount Yi is about ten miles ahead. Shall we take a detour?" Luo Xiao asked Wu Song, implying a request to take a different route. Luo Xiao thought to himself: It wasn't that he lacked confidence, but rather that the disparity in strength between the two sides was simply too great.

Mount Yi was said to be a small bandit stronghold with nearly a thousand men, but the number of those truly capable of fighting, excluding the elderly, women, and children, amounted to only a mere three hundred.

There were at least several thousand such strongholds throughout the country, and originally no one paid them any attention, until the Mount Yi stronghold's operation three years ago, after which no one dared to underestimate the power represented by those four words.

Three years ago, General Zhou Lou personally led five hundred soldiers to escort Imperial Censor Mei Liangxing back to his hometown after retiring. On their journey, they passed through the Yishan mountain stronghold, where bandits blocked their path, attacking them. The bandits consisted of a woman and a hundred men.

Zhou Lou dismissed this as a serious matter and ordered a full-scale attack to kill the bandits. Little did he know that this would become the most serious mistake of his life.

Faced with the hundred bandits of Yishan, the so-called five hundred elite soldiers were utterly no match for the bandits' fierce offensive, as vulnerable as rotten wood, with most of them wounded in moments.

Especially the female leader, Red Fire Lady, dressed in red silk and wielding a long, dark whip, her fiery red figure dancing gracefully among the crowd, the soldiers falling one after another with each swing of the whip.

And Zhou Lou? Zhou Lou made what he later considered the wisest decision of his life!

Zhou Lou had hoped to turn the tide with his personal martial arts, hoping to reverse the outcome, but at that moment, he didn't dare to move an inch.

He felt a tangible aura fixed on him, and the slightest movement would mean certain death from the relentless onslaught. Though he couldn't see who had imprisoned him, the image of the man naturally appeared in his mind—a solitary, cold face with one side masked.

The Yishan bandits hadn't killed Zhou Lou, and even the government troops were only wounded, not killed. They only took Mei Liangxing's head, the 30,000 taels of gold he had embezzled, and other rare treasures.

Later, whenever the Yishan bandits committed crimes, the imperial court would send large armies to suppress them, but almost every time they searched the entire mountain, they found no trace of the bandits. From then on, the bandits led by Honghuo Niangzi were known as the "Phantom Yishan Bandits," their fame spreading far and wide.

"Yishan? The Yishan bandits, the ones with a bit of a reputation?" Wu Song asked dismissively.

"Young Master, this is indeed the rumored stronghold of the Yishan bandits!" Luo Xiao found Wu Song's reaction both amusing and exasperating.

"I've heard of Yishan's three rules: they only kill corrupt officials, only rob unscrupulous merchants, and only seize birthday gifts. The local people have a very good impression of them!" Xiao Lian, who had also heard some rumors about the Yishan bandits, shared what she had heard.

"It seems their reputation is quite good," Wu Song muttered to himself, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Brothers, now is the time for you to prove the results of your training. Let's pass through Yishan openly and honestly. Martial arts are not something you can fake. Let's use them to establish our authority against other bandits..." Wu Song rattled off a long string of inspiring words, "encouraging" everyone to bravely move forward.

Wu Song had decided to advance towards Yishan, determined not to retreat or turn back.

"Good!" Wu Song's heroic spirit infected the others. They abandoned their surprise and fear, no longer considering the disparity in strength between them, and only intended to swagger through Mount Yi to prove themselves, momentarily forgetting the harsh reality that their opponents were far stronger. Xiao Lian and Wu Ju, though slightly sensing something was amiss, ultimately kept quiet.

What a bunch of simple-minded fools! Wu Song silently mocked them inwardly.

The group walked cautiously, fearing the Mount Yi bandits might suddenly appear and attack them when they weren't looking. This densely wooded mountain path was the most advantageous place for the bandits to ambush them.

"Huh, they're here? Let's give them a little something!" Wu Song sensed the arrival of the Mount Yi bandits and began plotting a wicked scheme.

Wu Song silently channeled his inner energy, concentrating it in all the major acupoints on his body.

"Ah!" Suddenly, Wu Song cried out and fainted, his body limp against Xiao Lian.

"Master!"

"Young Master!" Xiao Lian and the others, unaware of why Wu Song had suddenly fainted, anxiously called out to him.

Hong Huo Niangzi, who had been hiding, saw the panicked state of Wu Song's group and immediately seized the opportunity, ordering a surprise attack.

Forty or fifty bandits from Yishan Mountain swarmed out, surrounding Wu Song and his companions.

"Protect Master!" Xiao Lian, remaining calm and displaying remarkable courage, instructed everyone to fight cautiously, prioritizing Wu Song's safety.

Xiao Lian, Luo Xiao, and eight others formed a protective circle around Wu Ju and Wu Song, each using all their skills—fists, feet, swords, and knives—to fight back the formidable enemy.

Although the Yishan bandits repeatedly failed to break through their defenses, the relentless waves of attacks were quickly exhausting Xiao Lian and her group, leaving them with little time to hold out.

With a whoosh, a sharp sound rang out. Not wanting any more casualties among her subordinates, Lady Redfire decided to take matters into her own hands.

She immediately attacked, her long whip aimed directly at Xiaolian's dagger. She had discerned that Xiaolian possessed the highest martial arts skills among them and was the strongest point in the circular formation. If even the strongest point could be broken, the formation would crumble.

Lady Redfire's whip coiled around the dagger, and the two clashed their internal energies through their weapons. "Bang!" Xiaolian's internal energy was already inferior to Lady Redfire's, and having nearly exhausted her strength, she lost her grip on the dagger in the clash. She wanted to fight again, but her body was paralyzed.

Seeing Xiaolian captured, Luo Xiao and the others panicked, their movements becoming less fluid, and the formation began to falter.

Soon, they were all captured alive.

"Take them all back to the stronghold!" Lady Redfire commanded, and the Yishan bandits brought Wu Song and the birthday gifts back to their stronghold.

Red-Hot Lady glanced at her brothers; more than half were injured. These were valiant warriors who could withstand elite soldiers and fight five against one! Today, they'd been rendered so pathetic by these eight men. It seemed she'd have to give these distinguished guests a proper welcome.

"Splash!" A bucket of cold water was poured over Wu Song's head.

"Cough! Cough!" Wu Song, who had been unconscious, was suddenly awakened by the water and coughed slightly.

Opening his eyes, Wu Song found himself tightly bound to the wall, all his acupoints sealed.

He saw a stunningly beautiful woman, elegant and graceful, dressed in red, her charm captivating, yet incongruously holding a bucket of water, a few drops still dripping from the bottom.

"I ask you," Red-Hot Lady demanded, "what ambiguous relationship did Huang Zhengqi have with Cai Jing?"

Looking at the somewhat dazed, soaked man before him, Wu Song realized he wouldn't have bothered interrogating this so-called chief if he hadn't been trying to extract classified information.

This woman had tied him up here, and now they were alone together—could it be…?

Wu Song's mind was filled with daydreams, his eyes brazenly fixed on the fiery-red woman, a lecherous look on his face, practically drooling. He completely disregarded the situation and ignored her questions.

Seeing Wu Song's lack of response and lewd expression, his impudent gaze, suggestive smile, and indifferent demeanor, the fiery-

red woman's anger flared. "Swish!" She grabbed her long whip and lashed it at Wu Song, intending to teach him a lesson.

"Bang!" Wu Song, surprisingly, used his internal energy to break the ropes, dodging the whip. The whip struck the wall with a loud thud.

Wu Song turned around and grabbed the long whip, pulling hard. Caught off guard, Honghuo Niangzi lost the whip to Wu Song.

With a surge of energy, Wu Song propelled the whip, making it seem as if it had come alive in his hand. It moved in a strange, undulating trajectory, aiming for Honghuo Niangzi's right side of the neck. Swift as a snake, it seemed capable of changing direction at any moment, possessing a strange, venomous, and irresistible domineering power.

"Ah!" Seeing Wu Song's attack with his long whip, Honghuo Niangzi was startled and hurriedly dodged, avoiding the unusually powerful attack. Unexpectedly, the whip followed her like a shadow, swiftly striking thirteen acupoints all over her body.

Looking at Honghuo Niangzi lying on the ground, Wu Song couldn't help but feel smug. It was all going too smoothly; everything was proceeding according to plan. His feigned unconsciousness and lecherous act hadn't been in vain!

From passing through Yishan, fainting, being robbed, being tortured, to making her angry and lowering her guard, and now subduing Honghuo Niangzi, it was all Wu Song's premeditated plan! His earlier focus on the acupoints was also to render her acupoint striking techniques ineffective!

But how could he have completely predicted Honghuo Niangzi's reaction?

Red Fire Lady stared at Wu Song in astonishment, completely unprepared for his acupoint strikes. Instead, he had used her mental fluctuations to easily reverse the entire situation during a moment of carelessness, taking complete control. Wu

Song gazed at the alluring, curvaceous Red Fire Lady, his mind racing.

Without a word, he gently removed her clothes, tenderly caressing her smooth, white skin. He then released her acupoints, binding her hands tightly to a pillar with hemp rope. He didn't like a motionless puppet!

"You… what are you doing?" Red Fire Lady looked at the man before her in disbelief, then struggled violently, trying to break free of the ropes and escape Wu Song's advances.

While struggling, she didn't call for help, knowing that this was a soundproof cell and no sound could escape.

The Red-Robed Lady was stripped of her outer garment and long skirt, leaving her only in a bodice and underpants, barely covering her delicate body.

Wu Song pinned her down, preventing her from moving, enjoying the intimate contact with her soft skin, and slowly channeling his aphrodisiac energy into her body.

The Red-Robed Lady felt a burning energy invading from the outside, struggling to resist its assault while constantly twisting her body to avoid Wu Song's groping.

Her futile struggles only fueled Wu Song's lust. He kneaded her full breasts through her bodice, the firm, large, and elastic feel prompting him to lightly lick her nipples.

"Ah!" Her breasts were being wantonly kneaded, her sensitive nipples being gently licked and sucked. Her body, long deprived of intimacy, felt waves of excited pleasure as she sensed this bold and unrestrained violation.

Ashamed of her body's reaction, Honghuo Niangzi quickly composed herself, trying to banish the lustful thoughts and prevent them from affecting her body. She absolutely could not betray Mu Lang; only Mu Lang could…

She watched as Wu Song slowly and deliberately lifted the bodice that could no longer cover her breasts, revealing her full, elastic breasts, their nipples already erect and hard from the stimulation.

Wu Song gazed at Honghuo Niangzi's stubborn, flushed face, her entire body drenched in sweat from resisting the intrusive force. On her pure white undergarments, the thick black hair of her private parts gradually emerged from the sweat.

A battle between lust and reason! Let me lend you a hand.

Wu Song continued to caress and knead Honghuo Niangzi's breasts with one hand, while his other hand reached down to her genitals, gently stroking her alluring private parts.

"Oh...ah..." The most delicate part of her body was violated, and a mixture of shame and excitement overwhelmed Honghuo Niangzi. Waves of pleasure surged through her body, and she unconsciously let out soft moans. Her mind went blank, her inner strength dissipated, and she allowed lust to run rampant throughout her body, her consciousness already blurred.

Wu Song noticed Honghuo Niangzi's defeat and used his tongue to pry open her pearly teeth, wantonly plucking her sweet nectar. Honghuo Niangzi's smooth tongue constantly touched and intertwined with Wu Song's, actively responding to his sucking.

"Hmm..." Wu Song removed Honghuo Niangzi's underpants, revealing a scene of overflowing lustful fluids, the overflowing spring tide revealing Honghuo Niangzi's inner lust. Wu Song gently rubbed the small fleshy ball in her secret place, the comfortable pleasure making Honghuo Niangzi moan incessantly.

Wu Song removed his clothes, his monstrous penis already erect and standing tall.

"No...please don't...only Mu Lang is here..." Upon seeing Wu Song's penis, the fiery-red maiden suddenly regained her senses, pleading with him not to penetrate her, trying to preserve her chastity and purity for her lover.

The fiery-red maiden squeezed her legs together, her body twisting and turning as she begged and cried out her lover's name. Her actions only fueled

Wu Song's burning lust. "No...don't..." Wu Song ignored her cries, forcefully prying open her tightly closed legs with his strong hands, and thrusting his penis into her vagina in one swift motion. Her tight vagina completely enveloped his penis, sending waves of intense pleasure through her.

"Oh...oh..." Wu Song's enormous penis thrust in and out relentlessly, striking the fiery-red maiden's heart again and again. A mixture of pleasure and humiliation washed over her, and she gasped softly.

I'm sorry, Mu Lang! Unable to resist the torment of lust, Honghuo Niangzi abandoned all restraint, her waist swaying wildly with Wu Song's movements, her snow-white breasts and slender waist twisting incessantly, while her round, firm buttocks thrusting upwards repeatedly.

"Mmm...oh...oh..." Feeling Honghuo Niangzi's intense response, Wu Song increased the speed of his thrusts, causing Honghuo Niangzi to cry out in pleasure.

"Ee...oh...oh...good..." Honghuo Niangzi enjoyed the passion she had felt since her separation from her lover, arching her body shamelessly, shouting loudly, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of being penetrated. The two were immersed in this numb intoxication, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

They continued to move, and as time passed, their movements became faster and faster, the stimulation and excitement becoming more and more obvious. "Ah..." Soon, his semen gushed out, Wu Song completely ejaculating into Honghuo Niangzi's body, and after a spasm, Honghuo Niangzi collapsed limply to the ground, only able to gasp softly.

Wu Song gently stroked Honghuo Niangzi's snow-white skin, suddenly uttering his first words since they met: "Little Hong, are you feeling alright?" Upon hearing this, Honghuo Niangzi nearly fainted from surprise. That voice, that address—she would never forget it…

"Mu Lang, this…is it really you?" Honghuo Niangzi sat up in surprise, shouting at Wu Song, even bursting into tears.

"Yes." Wu Song nodded slightly, embracing the sobbing Honghuo Niangzi. He inwardly sighed, realizing he had gone too far.

"You…you've gone too far…" Honghuo Niangzi lightly punched Wu Song with her fist, her heart filled with mixed emotions, a mixture of joy and sorrow. Wu Song gently stroked Honghuo Niangzi's back, letting her vent her emotions.

"Mmm…mmm…" Wu Song sealed Honghuo Niangzi's lips with his, expressing his love through action. Honghuo Niangzi responded passionately, holding Wu Song tightly, not wanting her beloved to disappear from her sight again.

"Mu Lang, what's your real name?" The two left the cell and sat on the grass outside. Red Fire Lady nestled sweetly in Wu Song's arms, gazing at the bright, crescent-shaped moon.

"My name is indeed Wu Song. I used that alias to avoid being caught by the authorities. Later, when everything was alright, I changed it back."

"Then why didn't you tell him? You only showed him half your face. And then you left without saying goodbye!" Red Fire Lady complained indignantly to Wu Song.

"I unintentionally saved you back then. Later, when I found out you were the Dark Commander, I even helped you deal with that corrupt official Mei Liangxing. But I was afraid of implicating you, so I kept it from you." Wu Song put on a matter-of-fact expression.

It turns out that the Yishan bandits were entirely cultivated by the Song Dynasty emperor. Though called bandits, they were in reality the most loyal and powerful imperial guards. Their leaders were appointed by the emperor's trusted confidants, and there were hundreds of such organizations scattered throughout the country, each commanded by a separate commander.

These organizations were responsible for clandestine orders while also accumulating wealth for the royal family. Since it was all ill-gotten gains, there wasn't much difference in their status. This was why the emperor's army could never find the Yishan bandits, and why the soldiers were only wounded, not killed—they were all on the same side!

"This is all shady!" Red Lady pouted.

"You're the worst! Last time you made me cry for days, and this time you've made a fool of me like this, even injuring dozens of your men."

"By the way, are my men alright?" Wu Song thought of the captured men. Compared to the uncontrollable imperial guards, these were his true core strength!

"It's all alright. Humph! Your new vixen isn't bad at all!" Remembering her anxious expression when Wu Song fainted, Honghuo Niangzi already knew what was going on.

"Uh… this…" Wu Song knew women were most easily jealous over these things, so he didn't say anything.

"By the way, can you return the birthday gifts?" This was extremely important!

"You mean that box of stones? Of course, no problem!"

"Stones?? How could that be?!" The birthday gifts he was protecting were just a box of stones.

"Yes, I checked it when I first stole it. There was only a bunch of rotten stones inside. I didn't believe it, so I turned the stones over, and found there was something else inside."

"That's right! How could there only be stones!" Wu Song said matter-of-factly.

"Yes! The secret is here! It's related to you, sir!" Honghuo Niangzi handed Wu Song a letter, her tone irritating.

"A letter? Me? That old fox again?" Wu Song had no doubt that Honghuo Niangzi was lying; they had shared a deeply unforgettable love!

More importantly, that love hadn't changed.

Wu Song took the letter, which was addressed to him personally and signed Huang Zhengqi.

He angrily opened it. The letter read:

"My dear brother Erlang, I entrust you with something worth ten thousand taels of gold. Please deliver it to Lord Cai as a birthday gift. I have already sent a letter to Lord Cai. Do not delay, do not miss it. Yours truly." "To hell with ten thousand taels of gold! What's a pile of worthless rocks worth!" He had assumed the box contained priceless treasures, but it turned out to be nothing but a pile of damn rocks.

Wu Song now wanted nothing more than to devour Huang Zhengqi alive.

"Isn't this a blatant trap?" Using him to shoulder the burden of ten thousand taels of gold—this old fox was too ruthless! But he couldn't simply abandon it and retreat into the mountains. He intended to use this opportunity to infiltrate the core of power, to sow discord and overthrow the Song Dynasty, and avenge himself!

Wu Song looked helplessly at Honghuo Niangzi, his eyes filled with pleading.

"Sigh, alright! This is confidential!" How could Honghuo Niangzi not understand Wu Song's meaning? She carefully took out a small booklet and flipped through it carefully.

"Only this one has such a large sum, but it's very troublesome. I advise you to think of another way!"

"Liang Zhongshu of Daming Prefecture?"

"Yes, the son-in-law of Grand Tutor Cai. The bodyguard is the chief镖头 (head镖师) of Hongyuan镖局 (escort agency)—Blue-Faced Beast Yang Zhi!"

"Not bad!" Wu Song said nonchalantly. He didn't take Yang Zhi's Eighteen Strike Formations seriously.

"Not bad? The one in charge of robbing the goods is our commander-in-chief—Lord Chao Gai! You can't even beat my few dozen men. What makes you think you can rob the birthday tribute?" Honghuo Niangzi knew, of course, that if Wu Song hadn't pretended to be unconscious, the outcome would have been uncertain, but she still couldn't help but advise him not to take the risk.

In fact, Wu Song had gone through ten reincarnations and had been constantly cultivating his internal energy these past few days. His skill had already far surpassed the Wu Song she knew.

"Chao Gai!" He had almost forgotten about the famous birthday tribute incident.

Of course, unlike what that old man Shi Nai'an said, robbery is not so easy, and can be solved with just some low-class sleeping potion. In this incident, more than a thousand people were killed or injured on both sides. It was only because the emperor issued a gag order that the truth of this matter was not known to later generations.

"This...this is troublesome. How can we double-cross Chao Gai?" Wu Song was in a real bind.

Fantasy Water Margin (8)

"Come, come, let me toast everyone!" Red Fire Lady held the wine cup with both hands and politely toasted Wu Song and his group. With a charming smile and a beautiful demeanor, Red Fire Lady, dressed in a tight red dress, showed alluring curves everywhere. Every move she made exuded mature charm and allure.

In the spacious hall, Wu Song and the others sat side by side around a round table laden with sumptuous seafood and mountain delicacies, accompanied by the intoxicating aroma of pure Shaoxing wine, filling the entire hall with mouthwatering scents.

Ignoring Wu Song, who was engrossed in his meal, the others, except for Wu Ju, were all bandaged to varying degrees, their faces bearing strange expressions—a mixture of anger, helplessness, and utter confusion—compared to the alluring beauty and welcoming smile of

the woman in red. The atmosphere was tense and heavy. The woman in red glanced at Wu Song, who was feasting, and after receiving no response, she omitted the crucial secrets she needed to keep and the matter of the birthday gifts, slowly explaining the whole story to everyone.

"...That's how it is. Erlang and I are close friends. Yesterday's incident was just a misunderstanding. Today's banquet is to apologize and welcome everyone back. Please don't take yesterday's events to heart!" Honghuo Niangzi briefly explained the robbery to Xiaolian and Luo Xiao, though her words were somewhat far-fetched and illogical. However, given Honghuo Niangzi's current intimate posture—clinging tightly to Wu Song, her large breasts intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against his chest—their relationship was clear. The crowd no longer held onto the previous day's attack.

After the explanation, Luo Xiao and the others felt no more resentment, and the atmosphere in the hall became lively with everyone chatting and laughing. With Wu Song's tacit approval, Luo Xiao and the others drank heartily of the Daughter's Red wine. Because Wu Song feared they might drink and cause trouble, he had strictly forbidden them from drinking on the journey. Now, being able to drink this precious liquor that Wu Song usually forbade, Luo Xiao and the others couldn't help but exclaim with delight.

But while everyone was immersed in the joyous atmosphere, what was overlooked was someone silently forcing a smile, their hands mechanically repeating the same actions: pouring wine, drinking, and chugging it down. To those with a discerning eye, this evoked a flood of emotions—a mixture of amusement and pity.

One was silently drinking, unable to utter a single word; the other was pressing herself against him, engaging in deliberate displays of intimacy. Women are truly jealous creatures!

Watching her master so intimately embracing the woman in red, never once glancing at her sitting beside her, as if she didn't exist, Xiaolian felt a sharp pang of pain in her heart. Her worst fears had come true!

Looking at the tiger's mouth that had been injured yesterday, her left hand unconsciously stroked her back, where the dazzling golden lotus flower was... The memories of spending time with her master these past few days flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern. How sweet everything was! She had fallen deeply in love with this extraordinary man!

Xiao Lian felt no regret. She knew her status as a concubine and had long known she couldn't possess this man alone. But she never imagined that yesterday's intimate and loving partner would today completely forget her. She could only silently accept it all, unable to muster even the slightest courage to fight against fate. Xiao Lian drank heavily, one sip after another, until she was completely drunk and unconscious, slumped on the table. If one looked closely at Xiao Lian, one could see two faint tear tracks on her face, seemingly revealing a hint of resentment and fear.

"What a troublesome little girl!" Seeing Xiao Lian slumped on the table, Wu Song stood up and picked her up, intending to take her to her room to rest. Seeing the two faint tear tracks on Xiao Lian's face, his heart clenched, and his eyes, seemingly unintentionally, glared at Hong Huo Niangzi, a hint of reproach in his gaze.

"…, oh!" Red-haired Lady paused slightly, sticking out her tongue gently, and lowered her head knowingly, a small apology and concession for the minor commotion caused by their overly deliberate intimate actions.

Sigh, even a close confidante can't compare to a precious little darling!

You brat, finally someone can control you! Watching Wu Song leave with his beauty, Red-haired Lady's pretty face revealed an ambiguous smile. It was rare to find someone Erlang could cherish so dearly; she hadn't realized how important that girl was to him! She was genuinely happy for their happiness… even with a touch of bitterness.

Wu Song gently laid Xiao Lian down on the bed, tenderly stroking her flushed face from drinking. Her peaceful sleeping posture and serene countenance captivated him, and he lightly kissed her alluring, moist lips.

As if feeling a sweet warmth, Xiaolian unconsciously raised her hands and tightly embraced Wusong, who was about to get up and leave. Her small mouth provocatively and boldly teased him, constantly demanding his response.

Xiaolian would no longer let her master leave her; even in her dreams, she wanted to be with him.

Seeing Xiaolian's initiative, her alluring body constantly in close contact, Wusong could no longer resist. He picked her up and kissed her passionately, while one of his large hands gently caressed her entire body. From her face, across her neck, it lingered on her full breasts, kneading and pinching her nipples, making them swell and harden.

"Oh...oh..." Xiaolian enjoyed the caresses, her mind not fully awake. She was simply receiving Wusong's affection as if in a dream, not refusing, but responding even more passionately, letting Wusong's hands caress every inch of her smooth, white skin.

Wu Song's other hand groped downwards along Xiao Lian's underwear, his palm rubbing her vulva through the thin fabric. Xiao Lian felt as if she were being electrocuted; a tremor ran through her body, hot and numb, and her vaginal fluids flowed out, soaking her underwear.

Xiao Lian felt the pleasure of desire, her face flushed, her shy appearance causing Wu Song to violently throw her onto the bed. He kissed her tightly, her whole body trembling.

Wu Song began to undress her, revealing her snow-white skin. He quickly kissed her ears, nose, mouth, neck… “Ah… um… um…” Xiao Lian couldn't resist the torment of desire and moaned softly. Without a word, Wu Song gently bit her nipple with his teeth. She felt a sharp pain and a tingling, itchy sensation from her nipple. "Ah...ah...ah..." Xiao Lian couldn't resist the teasing and could only moan incessantly. She felt a tingling sensation, and gradually, her legs spread open, bending her knees and raising her vulva high.

Wu Song buried his face between her legs and kissed the entrance. He licked Xiao Lian's clitoris and labia with his tongue, his tongue probing the inner walls of her vulva. Xiao Lian's breathing quickened, and she murmured softly. Wu Song's tongue teased Xiao Lian's clitoris, and after a few strokes, Xiao Lian's body swayed slightly with the rhythm of Wu Song's movements. Her vaginal fluids flowed continuously, and her clitoris slowly became more prominent.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Wu Song pressed down on Xiao Lian, grasped his penis, and rubbed the glans against her vulva. Xiao Lian's movements became more and more intense, her moans grew louder, and her almond-shaped eyes seemed to open slightly. Wu Song raised his head, got into position, and thrust his hips forward with a powerful thud. With a squelch, his thick penis was already halfway inside.

With another forceful thrust, it was completely inside. "Ah...ah...uh...uh..." Xiao Lian was suddenly jolted awake by his forceful penetration. She felt her vagina was full, the vaginal walls stretched taut, a feeling of fullness and tingling washed over her. Xiao Lian, stimulated by Wu Song's frenzied thrusting and pounding, was also quickly aroused, her body flushed with a rosy hue. Her eyes were slightly open, half-closed, and her nasal moans were incredibly beautiful, a unique and moving melody.

"Oh...good...oh...so good..." Xiao Lian moaned incessantly, twisting her waist and wrapping her arms around Xiang Shaolong's shoulders, her buttocks rotating in response. Wu Song, meanwhile, kneaded her breasts with his hands and flicked her nipples with his fingers, licking her tongue and tasting her sweetness.

"Mmm...mmm..." Xiao Lian gasped for breath, unable to utter a sound, only muffled gurgling and groaning coming from her throat, much like the painful groans of a seriously ill person. However, Xiao Lian was the opposite—extremely happy, yet breathless, unable to utter a sound, her moans representing a joyful tone and happy speech.

The two engaged in this fierce struggle for a long time. Xiaolian took the initiative, using her buttocks to rotate and meet his thrusts, her swaying waist twisting faster. At this moment, Wusong pressed his body down even more, unleashing his wild abandon, causing Xiaolian's vulva to drip with lustful fluids, making a sizzling sound, which mingled with her infinitely charming and wanton moans.

Wusong thrust his penis forcefully, aiming straight for Xiaolian's clitoris. With each thrust, the glans of his penis rubbed against the walls of her vagina, creating a sensation that was both numb and itchy, a feeling that was truly endlessly pleasurable.

"Ugh... Oh... Oh..." Xiaolian, with Wusong's forceful thrusts and pulls, her whole body never stopped for a moment, constantly twisting her slender waist, rotating her buttocks to meet his thrusts, her moans becoming increasingly loud and indistinct.

"Mmm...Master...Oh...I...Ah..." Xiao Lian simply held Wu Song's waist tightly with her jade-like hands, shouting and babbling incoherently, her voice rising and falling, broken and trembling, her legs wrapped tightly around Wu Song.

"Oh...Oh...Mmm...Oh...Oh..." Wu Song's hands passed under her armpits, gripping her shoulders and buttocks tightly, thrusting in and out vigorously. When his penis withdrew, an extreme emptiness surged through her, but when it plunged in deeply, reaching her core, her vagina felt full and satisfied, causing Xiao Lian to tremble uncontrollably, moaning and crying out incessantly.

Wu Song continued his rapid thrusting, and Xiao Lian trembled again, writhing. At that moment, Wu Song felt a gush of vaginal fluid gushing out, splashing onto his glans, causing a tingling, almost painful sensation. He couldn't resist any longer, and both of them climaxed simultaneously. They held each other tightly, cuddling tenderly, then embraced her again, kissing her deeply for a long, long time…

Wu Song looked at Xiao Lian, her face full of satisfaction, yet still lost in a dream. A look of tenderness appeared on his face as he quietly held her delicate body and fell into a deep sleep.

The rising sun blazed with heat, evaporating all the morning dew scattered on the trees and grass. A cool breeze blew down from the mountains, slightly easing the heat and stuffiness of early summer.

“Hah!” Wu Song stood alone in the ten-foot square training ground, continuously practicing the skills he had acquired through ten lifetimes of reincarnation. From the well-known Shaolin Tiger-Taming Arhat Fist and Wudang Tai Chi Swordplay to the unheard-of Tianchi Black Eagle Thirteen Forms and Changbai Bone-Circling Whip, regardless of their simplicity or difficulty, Wu Song displayed them all. His techniques ranged from righteous to wicked, from the unusual to the unpredictable, and his skill and refinement were dazzling and breathtaking.

"Alas, not a single move is useful!" Wu Song continued practicing, but still couldn't find a way to counter Chao Gai's martial arts, and he slowly stopped his practice.

Although his current martial arts skills had reached about 70% of his peak, a significant improvement compared to his twenties, he was still no match for Chao Gai, one of the most powerful figures in the land. Relying on unconventional techniques was futile against Chao Gai's Mandarin Duck Twin Swords! The Mandarin Duck Twin

Swords, passed down through Chao Gai's family, were of different lengths: the longer one, the Mandarin Duck Sword, was three feet three inches long, while the shorter one, the Duck Sword, was two feet one inch long. Forged from rare copper and black iron, they were ranked fifth on the list of divine weapons, capable of cutting through stone and gold, and slicing through iron like mud. Combined with the Lingyun Sword Manual, passed down only by Chao Gai's eldest son, the sword techniques were exquisite, each with its own strengths, allowing Chao Gai to roam the martial world for over a decade with few rivals.

Wu Song sat dejectedly on the grass, his mind still preoccupied with robbing Yang Zhi's birthday gifts. He didn't possess any divine weapons, his fighting skills were no match for Chao Laoda, and even his basic internal strength was inferior. He also had hundreds fewer men than Chao. His idea of using force to reclaim the birthday gifts was doomed to fail.

"Hey, so you're here, Master!" Xiao Lian greeted Wu Song happily, walking lightly towards him with a vibrant, deep purple flower in her hand, her face beaming like a newlywed's.

Hmph! This girl is truly naive! This little brat, of course, I had to comfort her a bit this morning, explaining what happened yesterday. After hearing my story about my relationship with Xiao Hong, she was moved to tears, insisting on apologizing to Xiao Hong for her rudeness. Later, the two of them even abandoned me to go pick wildflowers in the mountains. Women are such fickle creatures!

"Come, sit here!" Wu Song said gently. Although Wu Song occasionally grumbled a few complaints about Xiao Lian, he still doted on her immensely. Seeing the expectant look on Xiao Lian's face, Wu Song could only flatter her, saying, "Hmm, quite pretty flowers. Did Xiao Hong take you to pick them?"

"Yes! Sister Hong took me to the mountainside to pick them. There are so many exotic flowers and herbs there!" Xiao Lian's face beamed with joy as she proudly showed Wu Song the freshly picked flowers. "Master, look, these rare purple flowers aren't just beautiful, they can also..."

"They can even be dried and used to make tea. The flavor is absolutely exquisite, even surpassing the finest flower teas, right?" Wu Song deliberately interrupted Xiao Lian, revealing his extensive knowledge.

"Hmm, Master, you're so amazing! How do you even know this?" Xiao Lian admired Wu Song's broad knowledge, snuggling close to him.

Upon seeing Xiao Lian's admiration, Wu Song embraced her intimately with his right hand, and boasted, "Actually, this purple water chestnut flower has other unknown uses. A single drop of the juice made from purple water chestnut flowers, heartbreak grass, and jujube fruit can make someone fall into a deep sleep for an entire day, completely forgetting everything that happened a few days ago!" Relying on his memories of being a disciple of the Poison King, Wu Song easily revealed the secret recipe for the purple water chestnut flower.

"Then isn't the purple water chestnut flower being used as a medium for evil deeds!" Thinking of how this beautiful purple flower in her hand was being used for wicked purposes, Xiao Lian couldn't help but feel a little resentful for the purple water chestnut flower.

Wu Song watched Xiao Lian's reaction with amusement and slowly explained to her, "It's really not easy to concoct this drug called 'One Day of Intoxication, Forgetting a Lifetime.' Not only do the Purple Water Chestnut Flower and Heartbreak Grass only grow in remote cliffs like Mount Yi, but the Qiulu Fruit only bears fruit once every ten years, and only three fruits at a time. So only a very few people can use it." What Wu Song didn't say was that even his master, the Poison King, had only made one bottle.

"..." Wu Song vaguely grasped something, but it was both clear and blurry.

"Oh, is it the harvest year for Qiulu Fruit now?" Xiao Lian, driven by her insatiable curiosity, continued to ask Wu Song.

"Hmm, we'll have to calculate that." Wu Song secretly calculated in his mind. The Heavenly Stems number ten, the Earthly Branches twelve, and sixty is the Jiazi cycle. His master had chosen the Bingzi year, but now it was the Xinyou year. This year was exactly the time when it was harvested once every ten years.

"That's right, this is truly heaven's help!" Wu Song seemed to have thought of something and jumped up happily.

"Huh? Master, what's wrong? What's so exciting?" Seeing Wu Song's ecstatic expression, Xiao Lian couldn't help but ask.

Haha, if I can get my hands on the Qiulu fruit, then Boss Chao will definitely suffer a big fall at Huangni Ridge!

Wu Song didn't explain much to Xiao Lian. He vaguely remembered that there were quite a few Qiulu trees on Tianjue Peak near Yishan. If all went well, this time it really would only take a flick of his finger. He had actually learned from Old Man Shi's cunning scheme. After making his decision, Wu Song immediately found the puzzled Xiao Lian and went to the mountainside to pick a large pile of purple water chestnut flowers and heartbreak grass. He collected all the juice into a large bottle, then returned to Yishan stronghold, ready to set off for Tianjue Peak immediately.

After a relaxing day yesterday, Luo Xiao and the others were already ready to go and full of energy. Surprisingly, Madam Honghuo remained silent, as if she had anticipated this moment. She only repeatedly urged Wu Song to protect himself, knowing all too well Chao Gai's astonishing strength.

After a brief preparation, Wu Song and the others bid farewell to Madam Honghuo and set off for Tianjue Peak.

Watching Wu Song's departing figure, Madam Honghuo's thoughts were in turmoil. Looking at the young man of three years ago, with his cold exterior concealing a pure heart, he had now become a figure capable of dominating a region. In these three years, Erlang had changed so much. Not only could she not discern the depth of his martial arts skills, but the domineering aura that inadvertently emanated from his eyes also inspired awe. It seemed he was about to stir up a storm in the world.

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