[Martial Arts Fantasy] Laughing and Embracing Beauties of the Three Realms (Complete) - 24

Chapter 76: Passionate

Encounters with A'Zhu Tree. He waved goodbye to Qiao Feng and said to Bao Butong, "Third Brother, I heard Young Master went to Shaolin Temple. There are many people there, surely a fight is brewing. I'll go and stir things up. You can come back later." He was afraid of missing a fight, so without waiting for Bao Butong's reply, he rushed off.

Bao Butong said, "Let's go, let's go! If my skills are inferior, I'll lose face! Even if I practice for another ten years, I'll still lose everything! Better to give up and eat my fill!" He chanted loudly and strode away, losing with a flourish.

Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly heard many people approaching quickly from the east, followed by more from the north, their numbers even greater.

Qiao Feng had also heard this and was about to secretly give orders for his followers to retreat to the west and south respectively, while he, the Fourth Elder, and Chief Jiang would cover the rear, when suddenly he heard a flurry of footsteps from the west and south simultaneously. Enemies were approaching from all directions.

Qiao Feng whispered, "Chief Jiang, the enemy in the south is the weakest. Upon seeing my signal, immediately lead the brothers to retreat south." Chief Jiang replied, "Yes!" Just then, fifty or sixty people rushed out from behind the apricot tree in the east. They were all ragged, with disheveled hair, some carrying weapons, others broken bowls or bamboo sticks—all members of the Beggars' Sect. Following them, eighty or ninety Beggars' Sect disciples emerged from the north, their expressions grave. They didn't bow to Qiao Feng, but instead displayed a subtle hostility.

A'Zhu, sitting in Zhang Xiaoyu's lap, saw Qiao Feng and immediately felt a surge of emotion. It seemed that the reason she hadn't fully entrusted herself to Zhang Xiaoyu all this time was because of this man before her. Why was that? She had never seen him before. It was as if she was being forced to see him. After seeing him, A'Zhu felt that her previous reservations about Zhang Xiaoyu had completely vanished. A'Zhu felt that she could now truly entrust herself completely to Zhang Xiaoyu.

This feeling filled Azhu with both joy and shame, a sense of guilt towards Zhang Xiaoyu. Azhu was confused; what was the relationship between her and this man who had both caused and helped her resolve her inner turmoil? Regardless of the relationship, her heart belonged to Zhang Xiaoyu, and her body to him. Azhu desperately wanted to give herself to Zhang Xiaoyu, to surrender her virginity to him. Thinking this, Azhu, sitting in Zhang Xiaoyu's lap, began to move back and forth.

Zhang Xiaoyu, aroused by Azhu's soft, upturned buttocks rubbing against him, slowly began to rise.

Azhu felt the sudden heat rising between her buttocks and her movements intensified.

Zhang Xiaoyu felt he was losing control. This vixen, A'Zhu, clearly didn't want to give herself to him yet, but now she was teasing him. Zhang Xiaoyu hugged A'Zhu tightly, panting, and whispered in her ear, "Little vixen, if you keep teasing me like this, I won't care if you agree or not, I'll just force myself on you." A'Zhu was also aroused at this moment, and said in a sweet voice, "If you want, then this little vixen will give herself to you completely today, you can do whatever you want." "You, you mean it?" Hearing A'Zhu say this, Zhang Xiaoyu felt both happy and excited, and his breathing became even more rapid.

"As long as you're not afraid of those people below seeing my body, then go ahead." Although A'Zhu was aroused, she hadn't lost her mind.

"Little vixen, you don't know, do you? Yesterday, your husband invented a trick to block out the sound. If you regret it, it's not too late, otherwise your husband will really punish you on this tree." "You mean it?" A'Zhu asked incredulously.

"Of course, your two sisters and I played around until the wee hours last night. Did you hear a sound?" Zhang Xiaoyu said, his hand already reaching under A'Zhu's palace robes.

A'Zhu's inner turmoil had subsided after seeing Qiao Feng, and she desperately wanted to give herself to Zhang Xiaoyu. However, the circumstances prevented it, so she only teased him, letting him know she was willing to give herself to him. She hadn't expected Zhang Xiaoyu to have such a trick up his sleeve. The thought of so many people below the tree, while she and Zhang Xiaoyu were making love on this tree, filled A'Zhu with excitement.

"Then let's begin. Today, I want to see just how powerful my husband really is." A'Zhu turned and embraced Zhang Xiaoyu, kissing him.

Zhang Xiaoyu's heart fluttered. He quickly used his inner energy shield and removed the disguise from A'Zhu's face. His hands attacked A'Zhu's sensitive areas.

A'Zhu lowered her head in embarrassment, unsure what to say. Her face was flushed, a vibrant, alluring red. Zhang Xiaoyu reached out and lifted her fair chin, gazing intently at her. Azhu had only ever been satisfied by Zhang Xiaoyu's hands and tongue before; now, she wanted to truly experience the unforgettable, deeply satisfying feeling between a man and a woman.

Azhu boldly tilted her head back, pressing her soft lips to Zhang Xiaoyu's, while simultaneously inserting her nimble tongue into his mouth, swirling it around. Streams of fragrant saliva flowed from her mouth into Zhang Xiaoyu's. Zhang Xiaoyu was slightly startled, then also took her tender tongue into his mouth and sucked on it, their tongues intertwining, exchanging sweet saliva.

A-Zhu knew nothing of kissing techniques, so Zhang Xiaoyu had to rely on his experience as a seasoned lover, his tongue entwining with A-Zhu's sweet little tongue. A-Zhu couldn't help but extend her own delicate tongue, responding to Zhang Xiaoyu's lingering, passionate kiss. He let his serpentine tongue freely suck and swirl within her mouth.

From the initial gentle lip-to-lip kiss, it gradually transformed into a passionate, intense, and greedy kiss. A-Zhu also suddenly became intensely passionate; her delicate body trembled with heat, weak and limp, as if unable to withstand Zhang Xiaoyu's tender affection and fiery, ravaging kiss—a sight that was so endearing.

After a long while, when A-Zhu was almost breathless, Zhang Xiaoyu finally released her. Looking at her flushed face and her desperate breathing, Zhang Xiaoyu was almost intoxicated. A'Zhu, her face flushed, looked up at Zhang Xiaoyu's intoxicated and desire-filled expression, and blushed again.

Zhang Xiaoyu gently removed A'Zhu's palace robes, then her undergarments, and laid her alluring body on a thick tree branch. A'Zhu leaned against the trunk, her long, dark eyelashes framed by a pair of beautiful, clear eyes, shyly closed, not daring to look at Zhang Xiaoyu. Her delicate face was flushed crimson.

A'Zhu's arms were white and translucent, her shoulders soft and smooth, her skin full and plump, her complexion radiant and smooth, her curves elegant and slender. Her two snow-white breasts, firm and trembling, were easily grasped, full and firm, displaying a mature and voluptuous charm and allure, their fullness undiminished by her slender figure. Two reddish-purple nipples, like two large, round grapes, stood atop the peaks, their areolas tinged with pink. A deep cleavage, like a valley, ran between the breasts, making his heart race and his mouth dry!

At the entrance to that alluring paradise, the flower buds were high and exuding a delicate fragrance, covered by thick, dark grass that shrouded the mysterious valley. The entire vulva was a serene pink, and an enticing stream meandered through the hill, dividing the high, firm lips in two. The bright red flower buds were faintly visible beneath the grass, their entrances overlapping, smooth and round, slightly parted. The buttocks were round and full, the legs long and slender, the arms like lotus roots, the waist as thin as a willow branch!

The fair skin was like crystal-clear white jade, the waist as supple as a willow branch, and the long, shapely legs were enough to make one's heart flutter. As A-Zhu breathed evenly, yet slightly rapidly, her two snow-white breasts traced elegant, dynamic curves in the air, exuding an alluring charm that captivated Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't resist reaching out and gently caressing her full, rounded breasts. The gentle sensation from Zhang Xiaoyu's warm hand spread slowly from A-Zhu's breasts throughout her body, filling her with a subtle sweetness, and causing her to emit suppressed "mmm" sounds.

Zhang Xiaoyu's ten fingers attacked A Zhu's jade peaks. A Zhu's beautiful, delicate cheeks flushed red, and her body felt waves of indescribable tingling. She slumped down, powerless, and let out a short, shy moan, seemingly unable to bear the tingling sensation from her delicate, rosy nipples.

Intense pleasure, like a tingling electric current, traveled from the red cherries at the top of her jade peaks to the depths of A Zhu's soul. A Zhu trembled with pleasure, and her flower chamber secreted sweet nectar, flowing out of her peach blossom cave, nourishing her entire valley and wetting her fragrant meadow.

Zhang Xiaoyu pinched A Zhu's breasts with his fingers, kneading her soft, elastic orbs. The round, firm, pink breasts, small and delicate, had already stood erect from Zhang Xiaoyu's caresses. The beautiful, slightly red areolas made Zhang Xiaoyu's mouth water, wanting to take a bite.

Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head to suckle Azhu's cherry-like nipples, while his other hand pinched the erect nipple between his fingers, his entire palm pressing against the full, hemispherical breast, rotating and caressing it. Stimulated by this, Azhu felt as if she were being electrocuted, finally unable to hold back her moans: "Ah... um... oh... uh..." Azhu's body began to heat up from Zhang Xiaoyu's caresses. Zhang Xiaoyu's sucking and caresses caused the tender flesh inside her flower garden to become moist. Zhang Xiaoyu's mouth sucked and licked forcefully, his tongue teasing the sensitive nipple back and forth.

"Um... so itchy... hmph... don't bite there..." Fine beads of sweat covered Azhu's snow-white skin. At this moment, she felt her nipples were both tingling and itchy; once stimulated, her whole body felt as if a comfortable electric current was flowing through it, and her body grew hotter and hotter. Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head, his burning lips sucking tightly on her engorged nipples, sucking hard.

Zhang Xiaoyu's hand reached towards the base of the beautiful woman's mysterious, dark, and lushly grassy thighs, teasing and caressing, gently pressing and stroking the soft, slightly raised petals. Ignoring the hot, shy moans emanating from A Zhu's beautiful and adorable nose, Zhang Xiaoyu's fingers gradually invaded her soft, smooth vulva.

"Oh... um... your hand... ah..." A Zhu's mind went blank, Zhang Xiaoyu's strong hand still tightly gripping her white, tender breasts, further stimulating them to stand erect and vibrant. Zhang Xiaoyu's hand began to move across her smooth abdomen, his fingers lightly stroking her petals, then further penetrating her two plump labia. Zhang Xiaoyu felt that A Zhu's petals were already hard and swollen, the tender flesh overflowing, so warm and sticky to his touch.

Teased by him like this, Azhu couldn't help but feel waves of lust surging through her heart. Her delicate and lovely nose unconsciously let out soft moans, her snow-white body writhing and twisting, her beautiful and dazzling buttocks rising and falling subtly with the movements of his hand. The shy and innocent girl's heart was gradually overwhelmed by the intoxicating lust, her beautiful and pure face flushed red, her beautiful eyes closed shyly, and she let out soft moans, "Ah...oh...um...no...um...oh..." Azhu felt as if her flower chamber was melting, with jade fluid constantly flowing out, and she also felt Zhang Xiaoyu's fingers invading and moving inside her flower chamber. Zhang Xiaoyu's fingers were probing and digging in her smooth flower chamber, rotating incessantly, teasing the tender flesh of Azhu's flower chamber walls to contract and spasm in response.

Zhang Xiaoyu lay between Azhu's legs and saw the drops of jade fluid seeping out of her flower chamber. Azhu's petals were an alluring pink, and her nectar was flowing out in a gentle stream, truly tempting. Zhang Xiaoyu gently parted them with his hand, revealing her flower bud, the entire bud a pink hue. Without hesitation, Zhang Xiaoyu extended his tongue and began to lick Azhu's bud, sometimes fiercely, sometimes passionately, sucking and biting, even gently biting the bud with his teeth, and occasionally plunging his tongue deep into the flower bud to stir it.

"Oh...oh...don't lick anymore...it's dirty...stop..." Azhu trembled slightly from the subtle touch of Zhang Xiaoyu's tongue. Zhang Xiaoyu's tongue gave her waves of pleasure, quickly overwhelming her reason, and her flower bud was already overflowing like a flood, flowing out even more nectar.

"Oh...I...can't...I can't take it...oh...oh..." Zhang Xiaoyu's tongue kept swirling around the bud, and the bud was the most sensitive area on a woman's body, making Azhu feel as if she were being electrocuted, numb, tingling, and itchy all over. Zhang Xiaoyu's lust intensified at this moment, his massive erection bulging with veins. The expectant yet slightly nervous expression on A'Zhu's face only fueled his burning desire. Looking at the alluring beauty in his arms, Zhang Xiaoyu smiled, taking her soft hand and guiding it to his crotch. A'Zhu felt her hand suddenly touch a hot, thick, and firm member, and was instantly jolted, quickly pulling her hand away. A blush instantly rose to her cheeks, her shy demeanor only fueling Zhang Xiaoyu's excitement. His restless hands began to roam over A'Zhu's smooth, white body, while he whispered lewdly in her ear, "My lady, I..." What's there to be shy about between us? At the same time, he reached down to her moist, fragrant flower garden, parting her two plump petals and gently thrusting in and out.

At this moment, after being teased by Zhang Xiaoyu, a master of seduction, A'Zhu was already burning with desire. However, asking her to do such a shameful thing was something she simply couldn't do. Just as she hesitated, Zhang Xiaoyu once again pressed his lips to her fragrant cherry lips, giving her a passionate, lingering, and wet kiss, while simultaneously pulling her gently... Her soft, fragrant hands once again grasped his massive member, her gentle, cotton-like hand lightly holding it. The warm, smooth sensation stimulated his member, causing it to throb.

Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but insert his hand into the alluring Azhu's wet, peach-like cave again, gently thrusting in and out. This time, she didn't remove her hand, but feeling the member throbbing in his grasp, he couldn't help but begin to slowly stroke it. Her clumsy movements only excited Zhang Xiaoyu more, and his actions with his mouth and hands became even more frantic, eliciting soft moans from Azhu: "Mmm... lighter... mmm... mmm..." At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyu knew it was time. He slowly sat up, then gently pressed Azhu's head down to his crotch, indicating that she should perform oral sex on him.

At this moment, Azhu had completely submitted to Zhang Xiaoyu's superb and skillful sexual techniques. Facing the angry, veiny, thick male member before her, she slowly opened her cherry lips and took the penis into her mouth. A large, egg-sized dragon head. Seeing the gentle and innocent A'Zhu finally agree to give him oral sex, Zhang Xiaoyu was overjoyed. He gently pressed her head down, instructing her to move it up and down, saying repeatedly, "That's right, like licking an ice pop, don't just use your mouth, lick with your tongue too, mmm, that's right, good, yes, you're so smart..." At the same time, he gently combed through A'Zhu's slightly dyed hair, occasionally sliding his fingers down her silky back, caressing it lightly, and sometimes even using his fingers... One hand gently scraped her spine, while the other lightly kneaded her smooth, pink breasts, occasionally slipping to tease the glistening pink nipples that dripped with nectar. This instantly aroused A-Zhu, whose desire was already boiling, causing her to breathe heavily, her expression truly captivating.

Already aroused and burning with lust, A-Zhu felt no disgust at the massive dragon in her mouth; instead, she sucked and licked it with even greater fervor, as if it were a delicious treat. Zhang Xiao Yu, enduring the tingling sensation of his engorged member, slowly lay down and moved A Zhu's snow-white, round, and beautiful buttocks in front of him. He opened his mouth wide and began to frantically suck and lick her honey-dripping, mysterious flower garden. Occasionally, he would move to her anus, gently licking the rosy bud. His hands lightly and gently caressed her round, beautiful buttocks and the groove between her thighs, sometimes lightly scraping the firm, tender inner thighs.

Zhang Xiaoyu watched as A Zhu... He easily reached orgasm through his tongue, and she collapsed weakly onto him, feeling extremely proud. He slowly crawled out from under A'Zhu and saw her lying limply on the bed, twitching slightly from time to time. Her long, black hair was spread out on the bed, and her fair back, round buttocks, and long, beautiful legs formed a beautiful curve. In addition, the fine beads of sweat on her skin and the strong fragrance of her body made her look even more like crystal jade and alluring.

Zhang Xiaoyu's mouth went dry as he watched. He lay down on A Zhu's smooth, soft back again, gently kissing every drop of her fragrant sweat on her ear and neck. He slipped his hands under her armpits and slowly rubbed her pink breasts. A Zhu, still reveling in the afterglow of her orgasm, slightly opened her starry eyes, her lips curving into a smile. She unconsciously let out a soft moan, a satisfied smile on her face as she quietly enjoyed his caresses.

Gradually, Zhang Xiaoyu followed the graceful curve of her back, inch by inch, licking away the beads of sweat. Passing her firm, full buttocks and strong, tender legs, he slowly kissed A Zhu's soft, plump feet. Smelling the delicate fragrance emanating from her slender feet, Zhang Xiaoyu finally couldn't resist sticking out his tongue and gently licking the soles of A Zhu's feet. Ticklish, she was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, her skin exceptionally sensitive. Her whole body had already trembled from his endless licking and teasing. This lick sent an indescribable tingling sensation through her entire body, causing her to convulse and tremble violently, panting heavily. "Mmm...so...itchy...mmm..." Seeing A-Zhu's intense reaction, Zhang Xiaoyu became even more excited. His mouth continued its actions without stopping, even sucking and licking each of her white, jade-like toes. His other hand roamed over the inside of her thighs. A-Zhu was no match for such skillful flirting. She felt a bang in her head, as if her mind had flown to the heavens, leaving only her body pursuing the most primal sexual desire. Zhang Xiaoyu, who was buried in A-Zhu's feet and kissing them wildly, started licking and kissing her smooth, delicate feet, moving up her calves and slowly kissing her inner thighs. He licked until A-Zhu trembled all over, moaning incessantly. She gradually sank into the abyss of lust without realizing it.

Finally, Zhang Xiaoyu, aroused by the vibrant beauty before him, couldn't resist lifting A'Zhu's pink buttocks. He pressed one hand against her high, white buttocks, while the other grasped his engorged member, gently stroking it against A'Zhu's soaking wet, pink vulva and cleft, occasionally pausing at her anus as if to enter.

Gazing at A'Zhu's flushed face, Zhang Xiaoyu softly said, "Good wife... I'm going in..." "Mmm... Husband... come... possess me..." A'Zhu looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, her face flushed, speaking shyly yet boldly. Zhang Xiaoyu nodded gently. He lifted her pink legs high to the sides, and after teasing her vulva for a while, he felt her juices flowing more and more, his head completely wet. Zhang Xiaoyu grasped his dragon in his hand, pressing it against her petals. With a powerful thrust of his hips, the massive head pushed open the soft petals and entered her.

"Ah..." A'Zhu involuntarily cried out, followed by an indescribable sensation of tingling, numbness, soreness, and itching that spread through every cell of her body. A'Zhu's tight flower garden stimulated Zhang Xiaoyu's primal lust, causing his dragon to swell and press tightly against her voluptuous body. Zhang Xiaoyu thrust his waist powerfully. With a "plop," the dragon plunged straight into her core.

A'Zhu felt Zhang Xiaoyu's steel-like dragon thrusting back and forth within her contracted flower garden, and she felt a slight stinging pain. But then she felt a pressure between her thighs, a sensation that shot straight to her throat. She began to breathe irregularly, the massive dragon touching her stamen, and waves of intense stimulation surged from her lower abdomen.

To Azhu's surprise, the pleasure emanating from the flower room aroused a strange sexual desire within her, a feeling she herself couldn't believe was so intense. Zhang Xiaoyu's massive member thrust in and out relentlessly, gradually plunging Azhu's mind into a blank, intensely pleasurable state. With each thrust, Azhu's pleasure intensified rapidly.

"Mmm...mmm...oh...so good...husband...you're so good...ah...so beautiful...ah...it's hitting the spot again..." Each time Zhang Xiaoyu penetrated deeply, Azhu furrowed her beautiful brows and let out a seductive moan. Gradually, Azhu began to respond, quickly achieving a tacit understanding with Zhang Xiaoyu. Each thrust caused her to twist her snow-white buttocks back and forth, side to side, in response. Her full, snow-white breasts undulated with each thrust.

"Ah...um...so beautiful...good husband...I love you so much...um...oh...oh..." Zhang Xiaoyu lifted Azhu's leg high above her head for even deeper penetration. The dragon began thrusting violently again, its tip repeatedly hitting the walls of her uterus, making Azhu feel as if it were reaching her internal organs, yet also bringing an immense sense of fulfillment.

Flames of lust blazed in Azhu's eyes, and she felt an electric shock throughout her body. Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head further to suckle her bright, erect nipples, his hands also caressing her firm, full breasts. Azhu was almost unconscious; her mouth opened, her jaw trembling slightly, and she continuously emitted seductive moans: "Ah...good husband...I...can't take it anymore...ah...can't take it anymore...oh..." Azhu's body stiffened, a sign of impending orgasm, her pink face tilted back, her sweat-drenched breasts trembling.

"Oh...ah...I'm going to die again..." Azhu leaned limply against the tree trunk, but her body still seemed to retain a strong afterglow, her whole body still trembling slightly. Zhang Xiaoyu turned her over, making her kneel on all fours like a puppy. The fragrant grass surrounding the petals was covered in a mixture of flowing nectar and the blood of a virgin, its fluids gushing forth with each change of position. As A'Zhu was still slightly panting, Zhang Xiaoyu's enormous dragon thrust into her from behind, rotating and changing its angle as he entered.

"Ah...so beautiful...ah...I can't take it...ah..." Waves of pleasure, mingled with lust, surged from her flower chamber. A'Zhu's entire body almost melted; the previous climax hadn't completely subsided before a new wave of pleasure arrived. Waves of overwhelming pleasure surged from her lower abdomen as she swallowed the dragon, rendering her incapable of thought, her fluids overflowing.

"Oh...oh...so good...ah...so fulfilling...ah...so beautiful...ah..." Zhang Xiaoyu's hands gripped A'Zhu's buttocks, thrusting relentlessly, while his other hand rubbed her bud with his fingers. A'Zhu's flower chamber, still sensitive from her recent climax, was now completely irritated. A'Zhu's mind was now a chaotic blank; these intense changes unleashed her primal lust. She craved the stimulation Zhang Xiaoyu provided, her hips twitching incessantly, her mouth emitting sweet, seductive moans: "Ah...oh...oh...so beautiful...ah...I want more...ah...good husband...again...my...body...is...all...your...ah...good...ah..." Zhang Xiaoyu thrust in and out with tremendous speed, A Zhu's fiery flower garden was intensely stimulated, and began to writhe beautifully again, the tender flesh inside her garden beginning to entwine around his dragon. Due to the intense impact, A Zhu reached orgasm, the orgasm almost bringing her to a semi-conscious state. When A Zhu reached orgasm again, Zhang Xiaoyu spread A Zhu's slender legs apart, and in her already orgasmed flower garden, he thrust once more violently.

"Ah...oh..." Zhang Xiaoyu thrust forcefully, and A Zhu's lower body reacted very sensitively at this moment. She let out sweet moans, her breasts swaying with Zhang Xiaoyu's movements. Zhang Xiaoyu grabbed A Zhu's legs, pulling them apart 180 degrees, and his dragon continued to thrust in and out relentlessly.

"Ugh...ah...oh...ah..." A'Zhu made sounds that were hard to distinguish as crying or panting, her white, tender buttocks rotating in rhythm with Zhang Xiaoyu's massive thrusts. Zhang Xiaoyu held A'Zhu's fragrant shoulder with one hand and kneaded her breasts with the other, his massive penis thrusting faster and harder into her opening and closing flower chamber. A'Zhu also raised herself up, and Zhang Xiaoyu used all his strength to thrust desperately, his massive head striking A'Zhu's clitoris like raindrops. The mucous membranes inside her flower chamber surrounded his penis, sucking it in forcefully, and an indescribable pleasure erupted from his head.

"Wife...I'm coming..." Zhang Xiaoyu groaned, his massive penis beginning to violently ejaculate deep into A'Zhu's womb. A'Zhu immediately reached the peak of another orgasm with Zhang Xiaoyu's violent ejaculation, feeling as if she had no strength left to breathe. After ejaculating, Zhang Xiaoyu climbed on top of A'Zhu and held her tightly. Azhu was too weak to move at all. Her snow-white body lay paralyzed on the tree branch, covered in sweat. Only her chest rose and fell with her breath, but she felt an indescribable pleasure melting through her body.

Zhang Xiaoyu felt incredibly aroused. The environment here had aroused all their senses. Although Zhang Xiaoyu had done it with Gan Baobao and the others in the garden before, there were no outsiders there, just the few of them. But today, there were not only outsiders, but many of them, not far from where they were. Although they knew that the true qi shield could block out the sound, they were still a little worried. That worry only made Zhang Xiaoyu and A Zhu even more excited.

After they caught their breath, Zhang Xiaoyu helped A Zhu put on her clothes, and the two of them hugged each other and watched the situation below.

At this moment, a refined-looking beggar suddenly stepped out from the Beggar Clan at the east end. He put on a stern face and said, "Reporting to the leader, the great revenge for the tragic death of Vice Leader Ma has not yet been avenged. How can the leader let the enemy go so easily?" These words seemed quite polite, but his expression was aggressive and showed no respect for a subordinate.

Zhang Xiaoyu guessed at a glance that this person was Quan Guanqing. He thought to himself: Sure enough, he looks like a strange scholar.

Qiao Feng said, "We came to Jiangnan to avenge Brother Ma. But these past few days, I've investigated extensively and I think the murderer of Brother Ma might not be Young Master Murong." Quan Guanqing asked, "What makes you think this, Chief?" Qiao Feng said, "It's just a guess, and I can't provide any evidence." Quan Guanqing said, "We all want to know how you guess, Chief." Qiao Feng said, "When I was in Luoyang, I heard that Brother Ma died from the 'Throat-Locking Grappling Hand' technique. I immediately thought of the Murong family of Gusu's saying, 'Use their own methods against them.' I thought that Brother Ma's 'Throat-Locking Grappling Hand' was unparalleled in the world. Apart from the Murong family, no one else could have injured him with his own unique skills." "Quan Guanqing said, "That's right." Qiao Feng said, "But in recent days, I've increasingly felt that our previous thoughts might not be entirely accurate; there might be other twists and turns." Quan Guanqing said, "All the brothers are eager to hear the details; please enlighten us, Chief." Seeing his unfriendly tone and noticing the unusual demeanor of the other members, Qiao Feng realized that something significant had happened within the gang and asked, "Where are Elders Transmission of Skill and Enforcement?" Quan Guanqing replied, "I didn't see either of them today." Qiao Feng then asked, "Where are the leaders of the four branches: Great Benevolence, Great Faith, Great Courage, and Great Propriety?" Quan Guanqing turned to a seven-bag disciple in the northwest corner and asked, "Zhang Quanxiang, why isn't your branch leader here?" The disciple stammered, "Um...um...I don't know." Qiao Feng knew that Quan Guanqing, the leader of the Great Wisdom Branch, was cunning and capable, and had once been one of his most trusted subordinates. However, now that he was plotting against them, Quan Guanqing had become a formidable enemy. Seeing the seven-bag disciple Zhang Quanxiang's ashamed expression, his hesitant speech, and his avoidance of eye contact, Qiao Feng shouted, "Zhang Quanxiang, did you kill our Branch Leader Fang?" Zhang Quanxiang was shocked and hurriedly said, "No, no! Branch Leader Fang is right there, not dead, not dead! This...this has nothing to do with me, I didn't do it." Qiao Feng said sternly, "Then who did it?" His voice wasn't loud, but it was full of authority. Zhang Quanxiang trembled and looked towards Quan Guanqing.

Qiao Feng knew the chaos was inevitable. If the elders in charge of transmitting skills and enforcing the law were still alive, they were certainly in grave danger. The opportunity was fleeting. He sighed deeply and turned to the four elders, asking, "Four elders, what has happened?" The four elders exchanged glances, each hoping someone else would speak first. Seeing this, Qiao Feng knew the four elders were also involved. He smiled slightly and said, "From myself down, everyone in our sect values loyalty..." With that, he abruptly took two steps back, each step covering several feet. Even a leap forward wouldn't be as swift or as expansive as that of a commoner. With these two steps, he was no more than three feet away from Quan Guanqing. Without turning, he reached out with his left hand and grabbed with his right, striking Quan Guanqing's "Zhongting" and "Jiuwei" acupoints on his chest.

Quan Guanqing's martial arts were no less formidable than the four elders', yet he was unable to retaliate even with a single move and was immediately subdued. Qiao Feng channeled his inner energy, channeling it into two acupoints on Quan Guanqing's knees, following the meridians to the "Zhongwei" and "Yangtai" acupoints. Quan Guanqing's knees went weak, and he involuntarily collapsed to the ground. All the Beggars' Sect members paled, terrified, unsure what to do.

Qiao Feng, observing their expressions, realized that Quan Guanqing was the mastermind behind the rebellion. If he wasn't subdued, the chaos would be immense; even if the traitor was quelled, infighting would be inevitable. With such a powerful enemy before them, how could the Beggars' Sect afford to weaken itself? Seeing that the surrounding members, except for those from the Righteousness Branch, seemed to have been incited by Quan Guanqing, and that fighting would be difficult to control, he deliberately turned to question the Fourth Elder. Taking advantage of Quan Guanqing's unguarded moment, he retreated and struck his meridians. These few moves were swift and seamless, seemingly effortless, but in reality, they were the culmination of all his martial arts skills. If he had struck with a reverse grip, even by a fraction of an inch, he might have subdued Quan Guanqing, but he wouldn't have been able to use internal force to stimulate the acupoints in Quan's knee joint. His accomplices might have intervened, and a fight would still have been inevitable. By forcing him to kneel, everyone assumed Quan Guanqing had surrendered, and no one dared to make any further moves.

Qiao Feng turned around, lightly patted Quan's shoulder twice with his left hand, and said, "Since you know you've made a mistake, there's no need to kneel. However, the crime of causing trouble and defying authority cannot be avoided. We can discuss the matter later." With a slight flick of his right elbow, he struck Quan's acupoint for speech.

Qiao Feng knew that Quan Guanqing was eloquent and argumentative; if given the opportunity to speak, he could incite the gang members, and the trouble would be difficult to quell. At this moment, with danger lurking everywhere, he had to deal with him decisively. He subdued Quan Guanqing, made him kneel with his head bowed, and loudly addressed Zhang Quanxiang: "You will lead the way to Chief Jiang of the Dayi Branch to invite Elder Chuan Gong, Elder Fa Zhi, and the others to come here. Obey my orders obediently, and your punishment will be lessened. The rest of you, sit down where you are and do not stand up without permission." Zhang Quanxiang was both surprised and delighted, repeatedly replying, "Yes, yes!" Chief Jiang of the Dayi Branch had not participated in the rebellion plot, but he was already furious that Quan Guanqing and the others dared to defy his superiors. His face was flushed red, and he was panting heavily. Only after Qiao Feng ordered him to go with Zhang Quanxiang to rescue people did he calm down a little. He then addressed the twenty-odd members of his gang, saying, "Our gang has unfortunately encountered turmoil. This is the time for everyone to repay the gang leader's kindness with all their might. Everyone must do their best to protect the leader and obey his orders without fail." He was afraid that the four elders would immediately launch an attack. Although the number of people in the Righteousness Branch was far less than those of the traitors, the gang leader would not be left without support.

Qiao Feng said, "No! Brother Jiang, take all the brothers from our branch with you. Saving lives is a matter of utmost importance; nothing can go wrong." Chief Jiang dared not disobey and replied, "Yes!" He added, "Chief, please be careful. I'll return as soon as possible." Qiao Feng smiled slightly and said, "These are all our good brothers who have shared life and death for many years. It's just that we had a disagreement for a moment. It's nothing serious. Go with peace of mind." He added, "Send someone to inform the 'First-Class Hall' of Xixia that the Huishan Agreement will be postponed for seven days." Chief Jiang bowed in agreement, led his men, and left.

Qiao Feng spoke lightly, but he was truly worried. With the departure of the twenty-odd members of the Righteousness Branch, the remaining two hundred or so people in Xingzi Forest, besides himself, were all accomplices in the conspiracy. If even one of them gave a signal, the ensuing uproar would be extremely difficult to handle. He looked around at the assembled heroes, noticing their awkward expressions. Some feigned composure, others were bewildered and uncertain, while still others seemed eager to take a risk. The two hundred-odd people remained silent, but the moment anyone uttered a word, chaos would erupt.

Darkness was falling, twilight enveloped the area, and a thin mist drifted around the apricot grove. Qiao Feng thought, "At this moment, the only thing to do is remain calm and wait for things to change. It would be best to distract everyone and wait for the Transmission Elder and the others to return; then everything will be settled." A moment later, he heard footsteps. Many people rushed from the northeast corner, their voices clamoring. Some asked, "How is the leader? Where is the traitor?" Others said, "We fell into their trap; they're locked up in a truly suffocating situation." It was utter chaos.

Qiao Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He saw the Transmission Elder, the Enforcement Elder, and the leaders of the Great Benevolence, Great Courage, Great Propriety, and Great Faith branches, leading a large number of members, arrive all at once. Everyone had countless things to say, but in front of the gang leader, no one dared to speak freely.

Chapter 77: Continuing to Watch the Show After the Passion

. Qiao Feng said, "Everyone, please sit down. I have something to say." Everyone responded in unison, "Yes!" Some faced east, some faced west, each according to their rank and seniority, sitting in front or behind, left or right. To Zhang Xiaoyu, the beggars seemed to be scattered haphazardly, but in reality, there was a clear order of precedence.

Seeing that everyone was behaving properly, Qiao Feng felt a little relieved. He smiled slightly and said, "Our Beggars' Clan has been respected by many in the martial arts world, and for over a hundred years it has been known as the largest clan in the martial arts world. Since we have so many people, it's inevitable that we might not all agree. As long as we explain things clearly and discuss them properly, we can still be good brothers who love each other. There's no need to take this temporary squabble too seriously." His expression was extremely kind as he spoke these words. He had already carefully considered the situation and was determined to handle it calmly, to avert a major disaster, and to prevent the Beggars' Clan brothers from killing each other.

Hearing his words, the tense atmosphere among the crowd indeed eased slightly.

An old beggar with a sallow complexion, sitting to Qiao Feng's right, stood up and said, "Elders Song, Xi, Chen, and Wu, what is the meaning of your ordering us to be imprisoned on a small boat in Taihu Lake?" This man was Bai Shijing, the enforcement elder of the Beggars' Clan, known for his incorruptibility. Even those in the clan, regardless of rank, were afraid of him.

Among the four elders, Elder Song was the oldest and was implicitly the leader. The old beggar's face flushed red, and he coughed, saying, "This...this...um...we've been brothers for many years, sharing joys and sorrows, and naturally meant no harm...Enforcement Elder Bai, please forgive me for being so kind to my elder brother." Upon hearing this, everyone felt he was being incredibly foolish. Rebellion within the clan was a serious matter; how could he so easily dismiss it with a simple "for my elder brother's sake"?

Bai Shijing said, "Elder Song said he meant no harm, but that's not the truth. Elder Chuan Gong and I were imprisoned on three boats, anchored in Taihu Lake. The boats were piled high with firewood and saltpeter, and they said they would set the boats on fire if we tried to escape. Elder Song, is there really no malice in this?" Elder Song said, "Well... well, it really went too far. We're all family, always as close as brothers and sisters. How could they be so unreasonable? When we meet again, this... this is quite embarrassing, isn't it?" He then addressed Elder Chen with these words.

Bai Shijing pointed at a man and said sternly, "You tricked us into boarding the ship, claiming it was a summons from the gang leader. What is the punishment for falsely conveying the gang leader's orders?" The man trembled with fear, stammering, "This disciple is of low rank, how dare I commit such an act of disrespect and deception? It was all...it was all..." He glanced at Quan Guanqing, implying, "This leader ordered me to trick you into boarding the ship." But as Quan Guanqing's subordinate, he dared not openly testify. Bai Shijing said, "It was your leader, Quan, who ordered you to do it, wasn't he?" The man lowered his head and remained silent, neither daring to say yes nor no. Bai Shijing said, "Your leader, Quan, ordered you to falsely convey the gang leader's orders to trick us into boarding the ship. Did you know at the time that the orders were fake?" The man's face immediately turned completely pale, and he dared not utter a sound. Bai Shijing sneered, "Li Chunlai, you've always been a tough guy who dares to act, haven't you? A real man has the guts to do things, but surely he has the guts to accept them?" Li Chunlai's face suddenly hardened, his chest puffed out, and he said loudly, "Elder Bai is right. If I, Li Chunlai, have done something wrong, I'll accept whatever punishment I may receive, whether it's death or torture. If someone surnamed Li even flinches, they're not a hero. When I relayed the gang leader's orders to you, I knew they were fake." Bai Shijing said, "Is it the gang leader who has wronged you? Or am I the one who has wronged you?" Li Chunlai said, "Neither." "The gang leader treats his subordinates with unwavering loyalty, and Elder Bai is fair and just; no one has voiced any objections." Bai Shijing said sternly, "Then what was the reason? What was the cause?" Li Chunlai glanced at Quan Guanqing kneeling on the ground, then at Qiao Feng, and shouted, "I violated the gang rules and deserve to die. The reason behind this is not for me to say." With a flick of his wrist, a flash of white light appeared, and with a soft

"thud," a knife pierced his heart. The knife was swift and aimed directly at his heart; the tip passed right through, and he died instantly. The gang members gasped in surprise, but remained seated, none of them moving.

Bai Shijing remained unmoved and said, "You knew the order was false, yet you didn't report it to the gang leader, but instead deceived me. You deserve to die." He turned to Elder Chuan Gong and asked, "Brother Xiang, who tricked you into boarding the ship?" Suddenly, a man leaped up from the crowd and rushed out of the forest.

The man, carrying five cloth bags on his back, was a five-bag disciple of the Beggars' Sect. His hasty escape revealed him to be the one who falsely conveyed orders and tricked Elder Xiang into boarding the ship. The two elders, Transmission and Enforcement, sighed to each other but remained silent. Suddenly, a figure flashed, and a man rushed forward to block the five-bag disciple's path. The man, his face flushed and wielding a ghost-head saber, was none other than Elder Wu, one of the four elders, who shouted sternly, "Liu Zhuzhuang, why are you running away?" The five-bag disciple stammered, "I...I...I..." He uttered six or seven "I"s before being unable to speak another.

Elder Wu said, "As disciples of the Beggars' Sect, we must abide by the laws of our ancestors. A true man acts according to the law, right is right, wrong is wrong, and dares to act and take responsibility." Turning to Qiao Feng, he said, "Chief Qiao, we have all discussed and decided to remove you from your position as chief. Elders Song, Xi, Chen, and Wu were all involved in this important matter. We were afraid that Elders Transmission and Enforcement would not agree, so we devised a plan to imprison them. This was done for the sake of the sect's great cause, and we had to take the risk. Today, the situation is unfavorable, and you have gained the upper hand, so we will let you deal with us. Wu Changfeng has been in the Beggars' Sect for thirty years, and everyone knows that I am not a coward." With that, he threw his ghost-head saber far away with a clang, crossed his arms, and looked fearless.

He spoke eloquently, revealing the conspiracy to "remove the chief," which shocked all the members of the sect. These words were clear to everyone involved in the conspiracy, yet no one dared to utter them aloud. Wu Changfeng, however, was the first to speak frankly.

Elder Bai Shijing, the Enforcement Elder, announced loudly, "Elders Song, Xi, Chen, and Wu have betrayed the gang leader, violating the first rule of the gang. Enforcement disciples, tie them up!" His disciples took out a cowhide tendon and began binding Wu Changfeng. Wu Changfeng stood smiling, offering no resistance. Elders Song and Xi followed suit, throwing down their weapons and binding him. Elder

Chen's face was extremely grim. He muttered, "Cowards, cowards! A collective fight might not necessarily mean defeat, but everyone is afraid of Qiao Feng." His words were indeed true. If those involved in the conspiracy had immediately attacked when Quan Guanqing was subdued, Qiao Feng would inevitably have been outnumbered. Even with the return of Elders Chuan Gong and Enforcement, and the five branch leaders—Da Ren, Da Yi, Da Xin, Da Yong, and Da Li—the majority of the members were still traitors. However, with Qiao Feng standing there, exuding an imposing aura, no one dared to make a move, thus missing their chance and surrendering one by one. After Elders Song, Xi, and Wu were all bound, Elder Chen, though determined to fight, was already powerless. He sighed, tossed aside the sack in his hand, and had two disciples tie cowhide to their wrists and ankles.

By this time, it was completely dark, and Bai Shijing ordered his disciples to light a fire. The firelight illuminated the faces of those bound, revealing only dejection and gloom.

Bai Shijing stared at Liu Zhuzhuang and said, "With your conduct, do you still deserve to be a disciple of the Beggars' Sect? Will you end it yourself, or will someone else have to do it for you?" Liu Zhuzhuang stammered, "I...I..." He couldn't finish his sentence, but he drew a single-edged sword, intending to commit suicide, but his arm trembled so violently that he couldn't bring himself to cut his own neck. A disciple in charge of enforcement shouted, "Useless! You've wasted so much time in the Beggars' Sect!" He grabbed Liu Zhuzhuang's right arm and, with a forceful swing, slit his throat. Liu Zhuzhuang said, "I...thank you..." before dying.

It turned out that the Beggars' Sect's rules stipulated that anyone who violated the sect's rules and was sentenced to death could still be considered a brother if they committed suicide; death would cleanse them of all sins. However, if a disciple in charge of enforcement did it, the sins would never be absolved. The disciple in charge of enforcement had seen that Liu Zhuzhuang truly intended to commit suicide but lacked the strength, so he intervened.

Li Chunlai and Liu Zhuzhuang both committed suicide on the spot, their bodies lying there. The four elders, Song, Xi, Chen, and Wu, who had been so imposing not long ago, were now all captured. It seemed that many more dramatic events were yet to come.

Qiao Feng sat there, stunned. The traitor was captured, yet he felt no sense of victory or joy. He reflected on the profound kindness he had received from the previous leader, Chief Wang, who had bestowed upon him the position of leader. In the eight years he had led the Beggars' Clan, he had weathered many storms, resolving internal conflicts and resisting powerful enemies. He had always given his all, without a trace of selfishness, and had brought the Beggars' Clan to prosperity, earning it a formidable reputation in the martial world. He was truly skilled in martial arts. Why, then, had so many people suddenly conspired to rebel? If Quan Guanqing harbored ambitions and intended to overthrow the clan, why would even elders like Elder Song and Elder Xi, and upright men like Wu Changfeng, be involved? Had he unintentionally done something to wrong his brothers, something he himself was unaware of?

Bai Shijing said loudly, "Brothers, Chief Qiao succeeded Chief Wang as the leader of our gang not by trickery or illegitimate means. Chief Wang tested him with three great challenges and ordered him to perform seven great deeds for the gang before passing on the Dog-Beating Stick. That year at the Mount Tai Gathering, our gang was besieged and in dire straits. It was only thanks to Chief Qiao's defeat of nine powerful enemies that the Beggars' Gang was saved. Many brothers here witnessed this firsthand. Over the past eight years, our gang's reputation has grown daily, and everyone knows it's all thanks to Chief Qiao's leadership. Chief Qiao is benevolent and righteous, and his actions are fair and just. We all admire him greatly, so why would anyone..." "Blinded by lard, you've conjured up thoughts of rebellion? Quan Guanqing, speak up in public!" Quan Guanqing, silenced by Qiao Feng's pressure point strike, heard Bai Shijing's words clearly but couldn't answer. Qiao Feng stepped forward, gently patted his back twice to release the pressure point, and said, "Chief Quan, if I, Qiao Feng, have done anything to wrong our brothers, you can testify to me directly. Don't be afraid, don't hold back." Quan Guanqing jumped to his feet, but his legs were still numb. He knelt on his right knee and shouted, "The great thing you've done to wrong our brothers, though you haven't done it yet, you'll soon have to." After saying this, he straightened up.

Bai Shijing retorted sharply, "Nonsense! Chief Qiao is an upright and honest man. He has never done anything wrong in the past, and he certainly won't in the future. You're inciting people to betray the Chief based solely on some baseless and unsubstantiated rumors. To be honest, these rumors have also reached my ears, but I dismissed them as utter nonsense and broke three of the ribs of the person who spread them with one punch. Yet, some utterly foolish fellows have believed your rubbish. In the end, it's nothing more than these few words. You should just end it all yourself." Qiao Feng pondered: So, behind my back, there have been many unfavorable words spoken against me. Elder Bai heard them too, but he couldn't bring himself to mention them to me, so they must have been extremely unpleasant. A true man has nothing to hide; why conceal anything? So he said gently, "Elder Bai, there's no need to be impatient. Let the entire branch leader explain everything from beginning to end in detail. Even Elder Song and Elder Xi are against me, so I, Qiao Feng, must have done something wrong." Elder Xi said, "It was wrong of me to betray you, you don't need to mention it again. After the case is settled, I'll cut off my big head from my short neck and give it to you myself." His words were comical, but everyone felt a deep sorrow in their hearts, and no one showed the slightest smile.

Bai Shijing said, "The Chief's orders are correct. Quan Guanqing, speak." Quan Guanqing saw that the four elders Song, Xi, Chen, and Wu, who had conspired with him, were all captured. This battle was doomed, but he had no choice but to make a last-ditch effort. He shouted, "I believe that Vice Chief Ma was murdered at Qiao Feng's behest." Qiao Feng was shocked and exclaimed, "What?" Quan Guanqing said, "You have always hated Vice Chief Ma and wished you could get rid of him as soon as possible. You always felt that if you didn't remove this thorn in your side, your position as Chief would not be secure." Qiao Feng slowly shook his head and said, "No. Although my relationship with Vice Chief Ma was not very deep, and our conversations were not very congenial, I have never had the thought of harming him. Heaven and earth bear witness to this. If Qiao Feng had any intention of harming Ma Dayuan, may I be disgraced, suffer a thousand cuts, and become a laughingstock among all the heroes of the world." These words were spoken with great sincerity, and no one could doubt his heroic spirit.

Quan Guanqing retorted, "But we all came to Suzhou to seek revenge on Murong Fu, so why have you repeatedly colluded with the enemy?" Pointing at Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e, he said, "'No, no!' Bao Butong is the master of Jinfeng Manor under Murong Fu, and 'Feng Bo'e' is the master of Xuanshuang Manor under Murong Fu. If it weren't for your intervention, they would have been hacked to pieces or poisoned to death long ago. Everyone witnessed this; what excuse do you have?" Qiao Feng slowly said, "Our Beggars' Clan has been established for hundreds of years and is respected in the martial arts world. This is not because of our large numbers or superior martial arts, but because of our chivalrous deeds and upholding of justice. Chief Quan, you accuse me of protecting these three young ladies. Yes, I am protecting them, but it is because I cherish the reputation of our clan over the past hundreds of years and do not want the heroes of the world to say that 'the elders of the Beggars' Clan have ganged up to bully three weak women.' Elders Song, Xi, Chen, and Wu, aren't they all renowned seniors in the martial arts world? You may not cherish the reputation of the Beggars' Clan and the four elders, but all the brothers in the clan do." After hearing these words, everyone glanced at Wang Yuyan and the other two delicate girls and felt that they were absolutely right. If they made things difficult for these three girls and word got out, it would indeed greatly damage the reputation of the Beggars' Clan. Bai Shijing said, "Quan Guanqing, what else do you have to say?" He turned to Qiao Feng and said, "Chief, there's no need to waste words on such a traitor who doesn't know the bigger picture. Just execute him according to the gang's rules against treason." Qiao Feng thought to himself, "Elder Bai is determined to execute Quan Guanqing as soon as possible, clearly to prevent him from saying anything detrimental to me." He said loudly, "Chief Quan can persuade so many people to plot a rebellion, there must be a very important reason. A true man acts according to his principles, right is right, wrong is wrong. Brothers, please speak frankly about what Qiao Feng has done wrong." Wu Changfeng sighed and said, "Chief, you are either a pretentious villain or a straightforward hero. I, Wu Changfeng, am not capable of distinguishing between them. You might as well kill me as soon as possible." Qiao Feng was very suspicious and asked, "Elder Wu, why do you say I am a deceitful liar?" "You...you...what makes you suspect me?" Wu Changfeng shook his head and said, "This matter involves too many things. If word gets out, the Beggars' Clan will never be able to hold their heads high in the martial arts world again, and everyone will look down on us. We originally wanted to kill you with one blow, and that would be the end of us." Qiao Feng was even more confused, completely bewildered, and muttered, "Why? Why?" He raised his head and said, "I saved two of Murong Fu's generals, and you suspect that I am colluding with him, is that it? But you plotted the rebellion first, and I saved people afterward. These two things are unrelated. Besides, it's hard to say whether this matter is right or wrong at this time, but I always feel that Vice Chief Ma was not killed by Murong Fu." Quan Guanqing said, "How do you know?" He had already asked this question once, but a sudden change in the middle interrupted the topic, and he brought it up again at this moment.

Qiao Feng said, "I think Murong Fu is a great hero and a good man; he wouldn't lay a hand on Brother Ma." Quan Guanqing said, "In the past two months, quite a few masters in the martial arts world have been murdered, all by their own signature techniques. Everyone knows that it was the Murong family of Gusu who were responsible. How can someone who so ruthlessly kills friends in the martial arts world be called a hero?"

Qiao Feng paced slowly across the field and said, "Brothers, last night, I was drinking at the Wangjiang Tower on the banks of the Yangtze River in Jiangyin when I met a middle-aged scholar who actually downed ten bowls of wine in one go without changing his expression. What a capacity for alcohol! What a hero!" Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself, "So my second brother was drinking with that guy again last night. He likes him because of his good capacity for alcohol and his hearty drinking style, but calling him a hero isn't always the best way to put it." Qiao Feng continued, "I drank three bowls with him, and we talked about Jiangnan..." He was a martial arts master who boasted that his palm technique was second only to Murong Fu, the young master of the Murong clan. I exchanged three blows with him. He withstood the first two blows, but the third blow shattered the wine bowl in his left hand, shards cutting his face and drawing blood. He remained calm and said, "What a pity! What a pity! What a waste of such a fine bowl of wine." I felt a surge of appreciation and didn't strike again for the fourth blow, saying, "Your palm technique is exquisite; the title of 'second only to Murong Fu' is truly well-deserved." He retorted, "Second only to Murong Fu? That's nothing!" I said, "Brother, there's no need for modesty. In terms of palm technique, you are indeed a first-rate master." He said, "So it's Chief Qiao of the Beggars' Sect! I am thoroughly convinced of my defeat. I am grateful for your mercy in not injuring me. I'll offer you another bowl!" We drank three bowls together. When we parted, I asked him his name, and he said his surname was Gongye and his given name was Qian. This isn't the "Qian" of "Qiankun" (Heaven and Earth), but the "Ganbei" (Cheers). He said he was a subordinate of Young Master Murong, the owner of Chixia Manor, and invited me to his manor for a three-day feast. Brothers, what do you think of this kind of person? Isn't he a good friend?" Wu Changfeng shouted, "This Gongye Qian is a hero, a good friend! Chief, when will you introduce me to him?" He didn't want to be imprisoned for his rebellion, and soon to be executed. Hearing someone mention heroes, he couldn't help but want to befriend them. Qiao Feng smiled slightly, inwardly sighing, "Wu Changfeng is so bold and straightforward, it's unexpected that he's involved in this conspiracy." Elder Song asked, "Chief, what happened next?" Qiao Feng replied, "After bidding farewell to Gongye Qian, I hurried towards Wuxi. Around midnight, I suddenly heard two people arguing loudly on a small bridge. It was already completely dark, yet they were still arguing. I found it strange and went to investigate. I saw that the small bridge was a log bridge, with a man in black standing at one end and a countryman at the other, carrying a load of manure on his shoulder. It turned out that the two were arguing over who could pass. The man in black told the countryman to step back." Go, he said he arrived at the bridge first. The countryman said he had his manure load on and couldn't turn back, so he wanted the man in black to go back. The man in black said, "We've already been waiting from the first watch to the second, so let's wait from the second watch until dawn. I still won't let him." The countryman said, "Aren't you afraid my manure load will stink? Just keep waiting like this." The man in black said, "You have a manure load on your shoulder; as long as you're not afraid of getting tired, we'll wait to the end." "When I saw this, I found it quite amusing, thinking, 'This man in black has a really strange temper. If I just stepped back a few steps and let him give way, that would be fine. Why is he just going through the motions with this countryman carrying a manure load?'" "What does it smell like?" Judging from their conversation, they had clearly been at it for a whole night. "My curiosity was piqued, and I wanted to see how it went. I wanted to know whether the man in black would give in because of the stench, or the country bumpkin would give up from exhaustion. I didn't want to smell the stench any longer, so I stood far away upwind. I could only hear the two of them talking back and forth in their local Jiangnan dialect, which I couldn't quite understand, but they were both saying that they were right. That country bumpkin was really stubborn; he kept switching the load of manure from his left shoulder to his right, and then from his right shoulder to his left, refusing to back down an inch." Qiao Feng continued, "After watching for a while, I gradually became astonished and realized that the man in black was standing..." On the log bridge, a figure stood motionless like a mountain, revealing himself to be a master of superior martial arts. The country bumpkin carrying manure, on the other hand, was just an ordinary man, strong and robust, yet utterly ignorant of martial arts. The more I watched, the stranger it seemed. I pondered: this man in the blue robes was so skilled in martial arts that he could easily push the country bumpkin, manure and all, into the river with a flick of his little finger, yet he didn't use any martial arts. A master of such skill should be well-mannered; even if he didn't want to yield, a simple leap over the country bumpkin's head would have been so easy. Why did he insist on getting into a fight with him? It was truly laughable!

"The man in black raised his voice and shouted, 'If you don't give way, I'm going to start cursing!' The countryman retorted, 'Cursing is cursing, you can curse, but I can't!' He actually spoke first, launching into a tirade. The man in black then returned the curse. The two of them exchanged insults, each another spewing out all sorts of strange and vulgar language. I couldn't understand a single word of these Jiangnan curses. After cursing for almost half an hour, the countryman was exhausted, while the man in black, full of inner strength, remained energetic and vigorous. I saw the countryman swaying; it seemed he would fall into the river in less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea."

"Suddenly, the country bumpkin reached into the latrine bucket, grabbed a handful of excrement, and hurled it at the man in black, head and face. The man in black, completely unprepared for such a slingshot attack, cried out 'Ouch!' as his face and mouth were covered in excrement. I thought to myself, 'Oh no, this country bumpkin is courting death, but who can he blame?' Seeing the man in black enraged, he raised his hand and slammed it down on the country bumpkin's head." Qiao Feng continued, "This turn of events happened too quickly." To avoid the stench, I stood several dozen feet away, intending to rush to the countryman's aid, but it was too late. Unexpectedly, just as the man in black was about to strike the countryman's head, his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, refusing to fall. He laughed and said, "Brother, you and I are having a contest of patience. Who won?" The countryman was truly lazy; even though he had clearly lost, he refused to admit it, saying, "I carried the manure load; you've definitely gotten the better deal. Don't believe me?" "I'll stand here empty-handed carrying this load of manure, and we'll see who wins and who loses!" The man in black said, "That's true!" He reached out and took the load from the man's shoulder, his left arm outstretched, his palm placed flat on the middle of the carrying pole. "The countryman was stunned to see him holding the load of manure with only one hand, his arm level with his shoulder, and could only say, 'You...you...' The man in black laughed and said, 'I'll hold it like this, no switching hands allowed. We'll see who loses, and whoever loses has to drink this load of manure dry.'" Seeing his incredible skill, the countryman dared not argue with him any longer. He hurriedly retreated, but in his panic, he missed a step and fell into the river. The man in black reached out his right hand, grabbed the countryman's collar, and with his right arm outstretched, he carried a load of manure on his left and grabbed a man on his right, laughing loudly, "That's awesome! That's awesome!" With a leap, he lightly landed on the opposite bank, placed the countryman and the load of manure on the ground, and then, displaying his lightness skill, disappeared into the mulberry grove.

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