[Martial Arts Fantasy] Laughing and Embracing Beauties of the Three Realms (Complete) - 35

Chapter 122: First Arrival at Shaolin

Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head and said, “Master, you are mistaken. My second brother is a man of great courage and integrity. When he learned that he was truly a Khitan, he immediately restored his original surname and changed his name to ‘Xiao Feng’ (from now on, Qiao Feng will be called Xiao Feng, restoring his original name). The elders of the Beggars’ Sect and Tan Gong and Tan Po can all testify to this. Consider his character when he was the leader of the Beggars’ Sect—was he such a ruthless person? Even if my second brother were confused, he wouldn’t think that killing the Qiao couple and Master Xuanku would conceal his Khitan identity after his secret of origin was revealed. All of you masters are wise men; a little thought will make you understand the reasoning!” The monks all held their prayer beads, lowered their heads, and remained silent. Xuanci said, “But Xiao Feng…” "My disciples witnessed Lin's murders firsthand, so how do you explain that?" Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled. "Abbot, that's a good question. I've also asked my second brother about this. When the Shaolin monks discovered the bodies of the Qiao couple, did they witness my second brother committing the murders? Given my second brother's skills, if he were such a heinous person, surely the Shaolin monks wouldn't have been able to report back to the temple?" Xuanci said, "But my junior brother Xuanku's death was witnessed by my disciples. It was Xiao Feng who did it. How do you explain that, benefactor?" Zhang Xiaoyu said, "While the art of disguise is indeed wondrous and unpredictable, it's not unparalleled. If an evil person wanted to frame my second brother, what difficulty would it be for them to disguise themselves as him?"

Seeing the monks' deep thoughts, Zhang Xiaoyu continued, "My second brother, seeing our adoptive parents brutally murdered, feared Master Xuanku might also suffer the same fate, so he rushed to Shaolin. And when Master Xuanku passed away, it was my second brother who signaled for the other monks to come. If he were the murderer, wouldn't he have fled far away?" He then took out a small oilcloth package from his robes and handed it to Xuanci, saying, "Abbot, this is a lost scripture from your temple. My second brother specifically instructed me to return it to Shaolin. Please accept it." Xuanci looked surprised, took the package, and opened it. He was familiar with Sanskrit and recognized it as the Yi Jin Jing, which had been stolen from the Bodhi Temple. He handed the scripture to the other monks, saying, "Wasn't it Xiao Feng who stole this scripture?" Zhang Xiaoyu replied, "Abbot, it was only..." He knew one thing, but not the other. That day, my second brother was mistaken by the masters as the murderer of Master Xuanku. Unwilling to fight them, he hurriedly left the temple, but accidentally entered the Bodhi Courtyard and stumbled upon a young novice monk injuring a fellow disciple and stealing a scripture. Later, seeing that the man was also in disguise, he became suspicious, suspecting he was connected to the murderer of Master Xuanku. Unexpectedly, all the masters considered him the book thief, so my second brother had no choice but to take the man away from the temple. After leaving the temple, before my second brother could ask any questions, the man had already died from his injuries. Only the scripture stolen from your temple was found. My second brother, whose skills come from Shaolin, has always admired Shaolin, and entrusted me to return it to its rightful owner on this trip up the mountain.” Before going up the mountain, he had prepared all his explanations, and these words were naturally reasonable and well-founded.

Xuanci said, "According to you, Benefactor, since Benefactor Xiao is innocent, why not go to Shaolin to prove his innocence?" Hearing him address Xiao Feng as "Benefactor Xiao," Zhang Xiaoyu knew he was largely convinced and was pleased. He said, "To be honest, my second brother is at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. However, he fears that none of the masters at Shaolin believe him, and that a hasty trip up the mountain would only cause further conflict, which would be undesirable." He paused, then raised his voice, "Moreover, I have an even more important matter to discuss with the Abbot and all the masters, a matter concerning the Song Dynasty and the people of the Central Plains!" Even the highly skilled old monks were startled by Zhang Xiaoyu's resolute words. Xuanci, however, possessed the most refined cultivation; his surprise only flashed across his face as he asked, "What matter do you speak of, Benefactor, that involves such a significant matter?" Zhang Xiaoyu's gaze swept over the old monks, who remained silent with their heads bowed. Xuanci also noticed the gleam in Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes and was secretly astonished by his inner strength. Zhang Xiaoyu said, "This matter is of great importance. Given my age, it would be difficult for me to convince you masters, but for the sake of the people, I must speak. Whether you believe me or not is your business." Xuan Nan, who had remained silent, said, "This old monk believes you, benefactor. Please tell me what this matter concerns the fate of the Song Dynasty." Zhang Xiaoyu bowed to Xuan Nan and said, "Thank you for believing me, Master. This matter begins with the battle of Yanmen Pass thirty years ago." He glanced at Xuan Ci, who trembled slightly before meeting Zhang Xiaoyu's gaze. "Please continue, benefactor!" Zhang Xiaoyu then said, "Thirty years ago, a highly respected figure in the martial arts world, taking advantage of his Shaolin friend's trust, spread false rumors that a large number of Khitan warriors would enter the temple to seize martial arts manuals, calculating that his Shaolin friend would lead his martial arts comrades to ambush them. On that day, a group of Khitans did pass through Yanmen Pass, but it was just a couple with their newborn child." She went to visit her mother's family. It was that man, cunning and calculating, who foresaw that the heroes of the Central Plains would stop the Khitans' plot by any means necessary. Sure enough, the heroes of the Central Plains killed the Khitan's wife, who knew no martial arts, without asking any questions. Thus, the tragedy of thirty years began.” Zhang Xiaoyu saw the complex expression in Xuanci's eyes, and his hesitation, and continued, “I know the Abbot has many questions, and I will answer them one by one. The Song and Liao dynasties have a century of enmity, and it's common for soldiers and civilians of both countries to kill each other. But why would someone spread false information? It's simple; the person who spread the false information is a descendant of the Yan royal family. Although the country has been destroyed for hundreds of years, his clan has never forgotten to plot its restoration. Unfortunately, time was not on their side; the world was relatively peaceful back then, and they never had the opportunity to rise up. He felt that the best time to rise up and restore the country was when the world was in turmoil, so that his clan could seize the opportunity.” All that could be heard was a group of old monks chanting "Amitabha," followed by the sound of turning prayer beads. Xuan Ci finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you referring to Murong Bo, benefactor?" Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled, "Abbot, you are a learned man, you should know about the Murong clan of the Five Barbarians. Indeed, the Murong family of Gusu are descendants of the Murong clan of the Five Barbarian Yan Dynasty. Murong Bo's outlandish plan to spread false information was to incite a bloody war between the Song and Liao dynasties. Unfortunately, his scheme failed. He feared the abbot's wrath, which would damage the reputation of his Murong clan, greatly hindering their restoration efforts. In desperation, he had no choice but to fake his death to escape. Hehe, what you masters probably didn't expect was where Murong Bo went after faking his death, right? He's in Shaolin Temple." "What!" The old monks exclaimed in surprise. Zhang Xiaoyu frowned, thinking: Just now, when we talked about Murong Bo wanting to incite a blood feud between the Song and Liao, you only chanted a few Amitabha's names. Now that you hear Murong Bo is in your stronghold, you're so panicked. What's this all about? Xuanci asked, "How did you learn so many secrets, benefactor?" Zhang Xiaoyu laughed loudly, "If the abbot doubts the truth of these matters, then I can explain. But if the abbot is simply putting the cart before the horse and wants to know how I know this, then I have no choice but to turn around and leave." Xuanji angrily said, "Insolence! Do you think Shaolin is a place you can come and go as you please?" Zhang Xiaoyu coldly stared at him, showing no fear whatsoever. He had already calculated in his mind that if it were a one-on-one fight, no one in Shaolin except that nameless old monk should be his match. After all, Shaolin was a prestigious sect, and they shouldn't swarm him. Of course, if the situation turned unfavorable, it wouldn't be difficult for him to escape with his lightness skill.

Xuanci murmured a Buddhist chant and said, "Junior Brother, please calm down. What you said, Benefactor Zhang, is truly alarming. This matter is of great importance, and this old monk cannot inquire further." He felt ashamed, however, as he had already begun to believe Zhang Xiaoyu to some extent. Few in the martial world knew about the events at Yanmen Pass, let alone that Murong Bo had tipped him off. He had genuinely wanted to ask Zhang Xiaoyu how he knew the details, but Zhang Xiaoyu's provocation had made him decide to stop while he was ahead. Zhang Xiaoyu bowed to Xuanci and said, "I am Lu Man; please forgive me if I have offended you, Abbot!" Xuanci, of course, didn't take the matter to heart and returned the bow with his hands clasped together.

Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Indeed, it's hard to believe that I'm telling this story, but fortunately, your temple has a high-ranking monk who can vouch for me. If you masters don't believe me, you can invite out the sweeping monk in the Sutra Repository, and you'll know the truth!" He thought to himself, "Heh heh, nameless old monk, it seems I'll have to trouble you. Your leisurely days are probably over!

" Everyone was silently amazed. Xuanci, seeing this, was about to call his disciples to invite the nameless old monk. Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly raised his hand and said, "Wait! Although that master isn't ranked in Shaolin's seniority, his cultivation is arguably the best in the world. We mustn't be impolite to meet that high-ranking monk today. Please, masters, come with me to the Sutra Repository!" Xuanci and the others were all surprised. They were all top-ranking monks in the temple, and they never expected to have to go in person to see a sweeping monk. Xuanji thought to himself, "Could he be exaggerating, just trying to escape the temple?" But then he thought it was too absurd. Xuan Ci and the other monks exchanged glances and said, "Fellow disciples, let us now head to the Sutra Repository to pay our respects to this eminent monk and receive his teachings." The monks nodded in agreement, but as they walked, they subtly included Zhang Xiaoyu among them. Zhang Xiaoyu secretly scoffed, not taking it to heart at all.

Shaolin Temple was vast, and the monks led Zhang Xiaoyu through the Great Buddha Hall, walking several miles before reaching the outside of the Sutra Repository. A gray-robed monk rushed over, bowing to the elder monks, including Xuanci, and calling out, "Xuzhu greets all the Grand Masters!" Zhang Xiaoyu was greatly surprised; this was Xuzhu. Looking closely at his appearance, he appeared to be around twenty years old, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, but a flat, low-set nose—not exactly flattering. However, his monk's robe, though patched, was remarkably clean. Ye Erniang was now dressed as a man, and her facial scars had healed, so Xuzhu didn't recognize her. Ye Erniang, however, seemed very excited to see Xuzhu.

It seemed Xuzhu was well-liked at Shaolin; the elder monks all smiled upon seeing him. Xuanci stroked his bald head, saying, "Xuzhu, you've come to see the Buddhist scriptures again. Very good, very good. Since you don't want to leave with your mother, then stay at Shaolin." Zhang Xiaoyu sighed inwardly; how pitiful, father and son facing each other yet not recognizing each other! He was considering whether to find an opportunity to tell them later, so that Xuan Ci could secretly take care of his second mother and not worry.

Then he heard Xuan Ci ask, "Have you seen the sweeping monk here?" As the abbot of the temple, he couldn't possibly know the names of all the more than a thousand monks in the temple. Besides, the sweeping monk was just a Shaolin servant monk, not in the Shaolin "Xuan, Hui, Xu, Kong" seniority ranking. He did odd jobs and rough work every day, so how could he know his Dharma name? Not only him, but the other old monks couldn't know the name of the nameless old monk either. This was why they were so surprised when they heard Zhang Xiaoyu speak so highly of the sweeping servant monk.

Xu Zhu said, "Is the abbot talking about the nameless master? He's inside." Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself: No way, even his Dharma name is nameless, what a coincidence.

At this moment, a thin monk in a blue robe came out with a broom, bowing. His face was covered in wrinkles, and his sparse, long beard was completely white, making it impossible to tell his age. Xu Zhu rushed over and called out, "Master Wuming, Abbot Grandmaster is looking for you!" The old monk responded with an "oh," and walked towards Xuan Ci. Judging from his slow movements and weak appearance, no one would guess that he was a highly skilled master. Xuan Ci also showed a strange expression and turned to look at Zhang Xiaoyu.

Chapter 123: An Assassin Appears in Shaolin Temple. Zhang Xiaoyu approached the nameless old monk and bowed, saying, "Junior Zhang Xiaoyu greets Master!" The nameless old monk slowly raised his head and said, "This benefactor has made a mistake. This old monk is merely an insignificant old monk in the temple and dares not accept the title of 'Master.'" As he spoke, he dragged himself to Xuanci's side, clasped his hands together, and bowed his head, saying, "I wonder what instructions the Abbot has?" The more Xuanci and the others looked at him, the less they felt he was any kind of master. Fortunately, Xuanci was also very well-mannered and clasped his hands together as well, saying, "This benefactor Zhang said that our Shaolin Temple has been hiding someone for thirty years. To my shame, no one in the entire temple knows about him. I hope the Master can tell us." Upon hearing this, the nameless old monk slightly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the monks. The senior monks of the Xuan generation were also puzzled, seeing that he had no air of martial arts mastery in his eyes. Finally, the nameless old monk's gaze landed on Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu stepped forward and said loudly, "Master, your Buddhist teachings are profound and transcend worldly concerns. However, some people are deeply attached to their own desires, and it's not just him who is drowning in suffering; he's dragging countless ordinary people down with him. That person not only stole the martial arts from the temple but also copied them all, intending to spread them widely among his followers in order to revive the former Great Yan Kingdom of the Xianbei people. Master, you are compassionate; can you bear to watch someone gamble the lives of the people for that illusory ambition?" He then looked directly at the nameless old monk. Although Zhang Xiaoyu had prepared these words beforehand, he felt they were righteous and impeccable when he spoke them.

The monks, including Xuanci, were greatly shocked. They hadn't expected that Murong Bo had actually stolen and copied the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts; if this were to spread, the Shaolin sect's reputation would be utterly ruined.

Looking at Zhang Xiaoyu's expression, the nameless old monk suddenly clasped his hands together and said, "Excellent, excellent! Benefactor Zhang's concern for the common people fills this old monk with utmost shame!" He then turned and slowly knelt before Xuanci, saying, "Please punish me, Abbot. I have spent decades cultivating in Shaolin, yet my character and understanding are inferior to that of a recluse." Xuanci raised his hands, releasing a surge of internal energy, but upon touching the nameless old monk, it vanished like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without any resistance. The nameless old monk still knelt before him. Only then did he believe that the nameless old monk's cultivation was indeed profound, and he said, "Master, please rise!" He hurriedly reached out to lift his arm.

Seeing Xuanci's sincere tone, the nameless old monk did not insist and stood up again. He then recounted how Murong Bo and even Xiao Yuanshan were hiding in Shaolin and secretly studying Shaolin scriptures, as well as the story of the Indian monk Polo Xing. The group of senior monks of the Xuan generation were secretly astonished. If they hadn't witnessed Xuan Ci's attempt to support the old monk with his internal energy, which had been utterly ineffective, and hadn't already realized the nameless old monk's extremely high cultivation level, they would have simply taken it as a joke. Fortunately, the nameless old monk didn't know Xiao Yuanshan's name either, so when the senior monks of the Xuan generation heard that two people were hiding in Shaolin Temple to secretly learn martial arts, they simply uttered a loud "Amitabha."

After the nameless old monk finished speaking, Zhang Xiaoyu said to Xuan Ci, "Abbot, now you believe that what I said is true, right?" Xuan Ci put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, your insight is as clear as fire. On behalf of the Shaolin sect, this old monk thanks you, but I hope you can tell me the identity of the other man in black. This old monk will be eternally grateful!" As the abbot of a temple, his knowledge was extraordinary. Seeing that Zhang Xiaoyu could tell him about Murong Bo's hiding place, he must also know the identity of the other person.

Seeing the gazes of the old monks all fixed on him, their expressions varied as if they wanted to see right through him, Zhang Xiaoyu spoke loudly, "May I ask the Abbot and all the masters, which is more important, the Shaolin sect or the common people of the world?" The old monks chanted a Buddhist prayer, and Xuanci said, "The Buddha is compassionate, even sacrificing himself to devour a tiger, all for the sake of the common people. Our Shaolin, as a lineage of the world, naturally also prioritizes the common people!" Zhang Xiaoyu exclaimed in admiration, "I admire the Abbot's magnanimity. That Murong Bo, with his wolfish ambition, has been secretly accumulating..." He was gathering strength, preparing for his dream of restoring his kingdom. Regardless of whether he succeeded, if he were to rise up, the common people of the world would be the first to suffer. I urge all masters to stop his schemes and prevent it from happening!” Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu's reaction, Xuanci said, “Excellent, excellent! Benefactor Zhang is truly benevolent and righteous; this old monk will certainly do his utmost!” Zhang Xiaoyu said, “Previously, the masters questioned how I knew so much; now that things have come to this, I can no longer conceal it. I am Xiao…” The members of the Yao Sect, all disciples, are exceptionally skilled, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Our sect's core principle is to live a quiet and secluded life, detached from worldly affairs. Although we learned some secrets of the martial world during our travels, we have no interest in worldly matters and therefore never interfere. Xue Muhua, the Divine Physician, is merely a disciple of our sect, having only learned medicine from my senior brother. The infamous Xingxiu Old Monster is simply a rebellious disciple of my master, who betrayed the sect decades ago and established his own Xingxiu Sect. To my shame, I, having entered the martial world myself, do know a little about it... "It was a secret, but only to clean house for my sect. It wasn't until later, after hearing about the deeds of Chief Xiao of the Beggars' Sect and being inspired by his heroic spirit, that I presumptuously came to Shaolin to recount my past. If I have done anything unreasonable, please forgive me, masters." Zhang Xiaoyu thought that to establish himself in the martial world, he needed a strong backer. Moreover, the silk cloth he received while learning the martial arts of the Free and Unfettered Sect stated that learning the skills made him a disciple, meaning he should be of a higher generation than Wu Yazi, or at least of the same generation.

With such a connection, dealing with Li Canghai, Li Qiushui, and Wu Xingyun would be much easier.

Xuan Ci said, "Amitabha, your frankness shows your sincerity!" The name of the Free and Unfettered Sect was extremely secretive in the martial world, but he vaguely remembered his master, Zen Master Lingmen, mentioning it to him.

Xuan Nan said, "Could it be that Benefactor Xiao has truly been wronged, and that someone else murdered the Qiao couple and Senior Brother Xuan Ku?" Zhang Xiao Yu replied, "I dare to swear on my life that those three old men were not killed by my elder brother!" He only dared to say that it wasn't Xiao Feng's doing, but dared not say that it had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, an unnamed old monk called out, "Now that you've arrived, why not show yourself?" Everyone was shocked and looked in the direction the unnamed old monk pointed. They saw a figure flash on the beam in the northeast corner of the Sutra Repository, and a man in black darted outwards. "Where do you think you're going?" Xuan Ji and another old monk shouted, simultaneously rushing towards the man in black.

The man in black raised his arm, scattering a barrage of hidden weapons at the two old monks. The two monks, already fully focused on their inner strength, each countered with a palm strike, but the man's movements were lightning-fast, imbued with profound internal energy. Xuanji barely managed to deflect the numerous weapons, while the other old monk cried out in pain as a silver needle struck his shoulder. The monks cried out in unison, "Junior Brother Xuansheng!" One of the old monks rushed to him, stopping the bleeding and applying medicine. The

man in black chuckled, his voice high-pitched and thin: "Shaolin monks are nothing special!" Despite his words, he dared not linger, forcibly vaulting over the wall outside the Sutra Pavilion. Just as he was about to be overtaken, the nameless old monk stretched out his right hand, unleashing an incredibly powerful suction force that dragged the man off the wall from a distance of four zhang. The monks secretly praised him, and Zhang Xiaoyu was also deeply impressed. He had seen Xiao Feng's Dragon-Capturing Hand, but at most, it could only pull people within two zhang. The man shouted, "This is strange!" and darted to the side.

Xuan Ci called out, "Benefactor, please wait!" Before he finished speaking, two old monks beside him leaped forward. It was none other than Xuan Tong, the head of the Arhat Hall, and Master Xuan Nan, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy. One of them rushed towards the man in black from behind. The man in black was incredibly fast; even in broad daylight, he gave off a ghostly feeling. But he had already lost the initiative. Although Xuan Tong hadn't arrived yet, he had already unleashed both palms simultaneously, a powerful palm strike that blocked the man in black's path.

The man in black realized the danger and had no choice but to turn around, striking Xuan Nan with a palm. Xuan Nan raised his arm to meet the blow, but his body stiffened. The man in black didn't stop there, moving towards Xuan Ji, turning his palm into a fist, and unleashing several punches in quick succession. The shadows of fists filled the sky, as if dozens of arms and fists were striking at the same time. Xuanji reacted with lightning speed, unleashing his Annihilation Claw in a counter-attack of speed, but he was greatly surprised: where did this master come from? A series of crackling sounds rang out, and the man in black had already dodged, lunging towards the stunned Xuzhu.

No one had expected the man in black to be so skilled. Earlier, he had injured Xuansheng with silver needles, but that was merely a hidden weapon attack. Yet, after exchanging a palm strike with Xuannan and a claw strike with Xuanji, he was able to retreat unscathed. This level of skill already surpassed that of Xuannan and Xuanji. Xuzhu, however, was merely a low-ranking disciple of Shaolin, his martial arts weak and utterly unable to withstand the man in black. The monks tried to help, but it was too late, and all showed expressions of shock. Zhang Xiaoyu shouted, "Stop!" He pushed off with his feet, leaping forward like an arrow.

Seeing that everyone was too late to help, and Xu Zhu was about to be injured by the man in black, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly shouted and struck the man in black's chest with a palm strike. The move was gorgeous, and the internal force contained within it was also incomparably powerful. The man in black was shocked. His claw was only a foot away from Xu Zhu's "Jianjing" acupoint, but Zhang Xiaoyu's palm strike was launched first and then landed. Even if he captured Xu Zhu, he was not confident that he could neutralize the internal force of Zhang Xiaoyu's palm strike. If it landed solidly, he would definitely die with his ribs shattered. Of course, he would not gamble with his life. He dodged to the side, and before his figure had settled, he turned and swept his leg towards Zhang Xiaoyu's face. The angle was tricky and impossible to defend against. Zhang Xiaoyu's palms swept down from left to right, carrying the righteous true energy, and struck the man in black's ankle "Xuanzhong" acupoint. The man in black tensed up, and before his moves were even finished, he unleashed a flurry of kicks, continuous and varied in angle, each kick carrying the power to shatter stone; a single blow would inevitably result in broken bones.

The monks watched in astonishment, for the man in black's true skill was now revealed. Xuan Ci shouted, "What brings you to Shaolin Temple?" The man in black ignored him, his movements elusive, kick after kick, attacking Xu Zhu with ghostly speed.

Zhang Xiaoyu, while fighting, said, "This man, masked in broad daylight, sneaks into Shaolin Temple; he must be plotting something sinister, perhaps even an accomplice of Murong Bo!" The man in black trembled slightly upon hearing the name Murong Bo. Xuan Ji, with sharp eyes, saw this and exclaimed, "Are you one of Murong Bo's men?" With that, he leaped forward, joining the attack on the man in black.

In terms of martial arts, the man in black was far inferior to Zhang Xiaoyu. Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't been using his full strength, merely gaining experience in combat. Seeing Xuan Ji closing in again, the man in black panicked, leaping backward and hurling another handful of silver needles. Xuan Ji was prepared; he clapped his hands together, and the needles fell to the ground within a foot of him. In that instant of pause, the man in black blurred, breaking through towards Xuan Ji with incredible speed.

Zhang Xiaoyu lightly touched the ground with his toes, gracefully meeting the attack. Without turning his head, the man in black flicked his arm, sending a fan of silver needles flying, not only stopping Zhang Xiaoyu's momentum but also forcing the monks to retreat and defend. In that short time, the man in black was already ten or so feet away. Zhang Xiaoyu dodged the silver needles and shouted, "Trying to escape? Not so easy!" He grabbed one, held it between his left index and middle fingers, and flicked it with his right hand. The man in black let out a muffled cry, clearly hit by his own needle, but he didn't stop and darted away. Several old monks surrounded him.

Chapter 124: The Assassin is a Japanese Ninja. Seeing that he was about to be surrounded, the man in black suddenly produced a small black ball in his hand and threw it to the ground. A cloud of white smoke appeared, and when the smoke dissipated, the man in black was nowhere to be seen.

"Japanese ninja," Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself. What are these dwarfs doing here? What are they up to with Murong Bo? Zhang Xiaoyu frowned. This world of Tianlong is getting more and more interesting.

Suddenly, an unnamed old monk said, "Benefactor, you have such excellent skills, but I wonder where you learned the Yi Jin Jing from our temple?" Oh dear, I almost forgot that this old monk was not only skilled in martial arts, but also had exceptional eyesight.

Zhang Xiaoyu said, "I dare not conceal this from you, Master. My purpose in coming to Shaolin Temple this time is to return the Yi Jin Jing that was stolen from your temple. I have long admired the Yi Jin Jing and couldn't resist practicing a bit of it. Please forgive me, Master!" The nameless old monk smiled and said, "Your frankness shows your open-mindedness. Martial arts are merely external things. When Bodhidharma passed down the seventy-two unique skills, it was for people to cultivate their character and strengthen their bodies. You are kind-hearted, and even if you are not my disciple, practicing good deeds at home is no different." Zhang Xiaoyu felt ashamed and said, "I will remember what you say, Master." He originally wanted to ask if there were any drawbacks after practicing it himself, but seeing that the old monks Xuanci and the others had returned, he had no choice but to remain silent. He secretly decided to find another time to properly learn from him later.

Seeing the resentment on the faces of the old monks, Zhang Xiaoyu knew that the man in black had escaped after all. Xuanji said angrily, "That scoundrel still got away!" Xuanci clasped his hands together and said, "Junior brother, be careful with your words. We Buddhists should diligently abide by the precepts." Xuanji trembled upon hearing this and lowered his head, saying, "Abbot brother is right. I have learned my lesson. I have broken the precept against foul speech. As the head of the Disciplinary Hall, my punishment will be doubled. I will return to the Disciplinary Hall to reflect on my mistakes for ten days!" After saying this, he bowed to the old monks and walked away alone. The old monks chanted Buddhist prayers in unison, but in their hearts, they were all extremely embarrassed. Shaolin Temple was becoming someone else's backyard. For thirty years, Murong Bo and another man in black had been hiding there unnoticed; then Xiao Feng broke into Shaolin at night, and no one could stop him; today, this mysterious man in black had also managed to break through the encirclement of so many masters. The reputation of the Shaolin sect was almost ruined.

Zhang Xiaoyu was shocked. Had he broken the precept just like that? While some found Xuan Ci's strictness somewhat rigid, they secretly admired Xuan Ji's strict enforcement of the law and his exemplary conduct.

The wounded man in black fled Shaolin and headed deep into the forest. Fortunately, the monks, wary of his martial arts and strange sorcery, did not send anyone to pursue him. Reaching a secluded spot, he stopped, gritting his teeth and muttering in broken Chinese, "Zhang Xiaoyu, you wait! Today's humiliation will be repaid tenfold!" He then emitted a low, guttural whistling sound, two long and one short, almost inaudible.

About half an hour later, another man in black came running quickly from afar, clearly having heard the commotion. Before even arriving, he asked, "Sasaki, what happened?" His Chinese was also very broken, suggesting he was also a dwarf.

Sasaki, the black-clad man who had escaped Shaolin, removed his mask and said resentfully, "Just came from Shaolin, got a few minor injuries." A closer look revealed him to be around thirty years old, with fair skin, a clean-shaven chin, and a sinister look in his eyes. He and the other black-clad man who arrived later were both sent by their master to meet a powerful figure here. This powerful figure had received a favor from Murong Bo's father, Murong Chou, years ago, and later Murong Bo came to him seeking help. The powerful figure was a shrewd old man; although he didn't understand Murong Bo's specific ambitions, he knew he had grand plans. He had always politely declined, but this time he couldn't refuse, so he sent these dwarfs to help him.

The third-ranked man in black was named Kondo. However, this ranking wasn't based on martial arts skills, but rather on the length of time he'd served his master. In terms of martial arts, Kondo knew Sasaki was no less skilled than him. Hearing this, he exclaimed in surprise, "You're so foolish! Didn't we tell you that our identities must never be revealed? Shaolin Temple has stood for hundreds of years, and there are many hidden masters within. Why risk your life for Murong Bo?" The important figure had instructed them not to be too devoted to Murong Bo when they were sent out; a show of it was enough.

Sasaki replied, "The Shaolin monks are nothing special; I can still come and go as I please!" Suddenly, his expression changed as he remembered the martial arts of the nameless old monk and Zhang Xiaoyu.

Kondo and Sasaki had known each other since childhood, so how could he not see the change in Sasaki's expression? But knowing his strong-willed nature, he simply asked, "By the way, what was your purpose in infiltrating Shaolin?" Sasaki gritted his teeth and said, "Because I saw someone enter Shaolin Temple. Kondo, do you know who that person was?" Kondo asked curiously, "Who?" He knew, of course, that the person Sasaki was talking about must be a very famous person, and definitely not an ordinary Shaolin monk. He couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that mysterious man in black?" Little did he know that he himself was also dressed in black and masked. The man in black they were talking about was Xiao Yuanshan.

Sasaki said, "I saw Zhang Xiaoyu enter Shaolin Temple, and he even helped Xiao Feng clear his name!" Kondo said, "It was him? If it weren't for his sabotage in Xingzi Forest, Xiao Feng would definitely have fought with those Beggar Clan guys. Originally, the higher-ups planned to sit back and watch the tigers fight, but he ruined everything." Sasaki said, "It's unbelievable, but Zhang Xiaoyu seems to know about our relationship with Murong Bo!" In the chaos at the temple, he overheard Zhang Xiaoyu's casual remark and, like a frightened bird, mistakenly thought that Zhang Xiaoyu knew their secrets.

Kondo was also quite surprised upon hearing this, and exclaimed in astonishment, "How is this possible? Sasaki, are you sure?" His eyes flashed with a sharp light. Indeed, the two of them had only been under orders from their superiors (the superiors refer to a person in the Song Dynasty, and the master refers to the master of these ninjas) to serve Murong Bo for the past few months, and their usual whereabouts were extremely secretive. It could be said that no one in the martial arts world knew of their existence.

Sasaki, seeing this, knew he was plotting murder and said, "Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free. We absolutely cannot let him cause trouble for the higher-ups; that would ruin the master's plans." Kondo, being more composed than Sasaki, said, "This matter requires caution. Murong Bo is extremely wary of Zhang Xiaoyu and wishes we would become even more deeply involved. He fears that our recklessness might allow him to benefit instead. Tell him everything about our trip to Shaolin before making a decision." Sasaki knew he was always cautious, a trait that the master greatly appreciated, so he didn't argue and honestly recounted what had happened at Shaolin. Kondo listened attentively, not missing a single word, and paced back and forth afterward. After a long pause, he said, "According to what you've said, Zhang Xiaoyu is indeed no simple man. No wonder Murong Bo is so wary of him. He probably entered Shaolin Temple for Murong Bo's sake, but we still can't be sure how much he knows about us. We must report this to our superiors and let them decide. Heh, Zhang Xiaoyu, I really want to know who you really are!" He muttered to himself at the end.

Sasaki then asked, "Should we let Murong Bo know about this?" Kondo replied, "Shaolin Temple probably won't publicize this much. If Murong Bo asks, just say you saw Zhang Xiaoyu enter the temple. I want to see his reaction." Sasaki nodded, and then Kondo gave him a few more instructions, saying, "Then I'll go back and report to my superiors first. Be careful!" With that, he floated away. Sasaki was left alone, muttering, "Zhang Xiaoyu, Murong Bo! What exactly is your relationship?" He put his mask back on, leaped in the opposite direction, and disappeared into the forest in a few swift movements.

In a grand mansion, a steward-like man addressed a richly dressed middle-aged man seated at the head of the table, saying, "Master, is our cooperation with the Japanese reliable? I fear they might take advantage of the chaos to attack our Song Dynasty. We must be on guard." The richly dressed man replied, "I've considered that too, but there shouldn't be any problem. If they don't send troops to distract the court, how will we have a chance to implement our plan? We'll delay our attack and let them fight to the death first. Besides, we have a celestial master backing us. Don't worry, there won't be any issues. I've endured for so many years, and the day has finally come to realize my wish." "My lord," the steward-like man said, "that celestial master is rather strange. He requires so many young boys and girls, and after they've been sent there, they've never been seen again. Moreover, his followers seem very mysterious, all of them lifeless."

"These are not things you or I should care about. As long as the Immortal Master can help us, we'll give him a thousand pairs of virgins, let alone a hundred pairs a year." "Yes, Your Majesty." The steward-like man sighed upon hearing the middle-aged man's words.

The monks of Shaolin Temple had gone out to keep watch, leaving only Zhang Xiaoyu, Ye Erniang, and Xuan Ci behind.

Zhang Xiaoyu said to Xuanci, "Abbot, you have lived a life of integrity, but there is one thing you have done that has caused great harm." Xuanci asked curiously, "What is it?" Zhang Xiaoyu said, "More than twenty years ago, you had an affair with a woman, leaving a young girl unmarried and childless, in a truly miserable situation." Upon hearing this, Xuanci clasped his hands and chanted Buddhist prayers, "Amitabha. Only today did I realize that Chief Yu's reputation as a diviner is indeed well-deserved. I was foolish enough to do such a thing in the past, and I have regretted it for many years. If there is any way to make amends to them, I will do my best." Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Master, I have found your son. You can take good care of him, what do you say?" Before Xuanci could speak, he said to Ye Erniang, "Erniang, take off your mask and let the abbot see who you are." Ye Erniang removed her mask, revealing a dignified and virtuous face. Upon seeing him, Xuan Ci trembled violently and said, "It's you! How have you and your son been all these years?" Ye Erniang nestled in Zhang Xiaoyu's arms, "My son was taken away, and I've wandered the martial world for over twenty years, searching desperately for him. Only now do I realize he's also at Shaolin Temple." Her words revealed no trace of past affection between them, only a blissful expression as she looked at Zhang Xiaoyu.

"What are you two doing?" Xuan Ci felt uncomfortable seeing Ye Erniang and Zhang Xiaoyu so intimate. Even the most virtuous man would feel this way seeing the woman he once loved so happily with another man. However, Xuan Ci was, after all, a highly respected monk, and immediately said with a relieved expression, "Please trouble Benefactor Zhang to take good care of Erniang from now on. Erniang just mentioned her child is at Shaolin Temple; I wonder which one it is?" "It's that little monk Xuzhu from earlier. Please take good care of him from now on," Zhang Xiaoyu said to Xuan Ci.

"Don't worry, Benefactor Zhang, no matter what, he is still my son.

Since that's the case, my wife and I will take our leave." After saying goodbye to Xuanci, Zhang Xiaoyu and Ye Erniang left.

This time, not only was Xiao Feng's matter resolved, but Ye Erniang's worries were also taken care of. With this abbot's father's care, he believed Xuzhu wouldn't suffer much. As for his mother and wife, he would take care of them himself, Zhang Xiaoyu thought shamelessly.

Now that all of Ye Erniang's worries were resolved, she could wholeheartedly... Following Zhang Xiaoyu, Ye Erniang walked towards the thatched hut, where a young wife was waiting for him. Zhang Xiaoyu intended to take this woman, who was no longer his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, back to his golden house.

Chapter 125: Liu Fengjuan couldn't help but return to the thatched hut. Yulian had already gotten up. Since she had just lost her virginity, she was not very mobile. Zhang Xiaoyu quickly stepped forward and hugged her, saying, "Baby, why aren't you resting properly? Your husband will feel sorry for you." Yulian had never heard sweet words before, and at this moment, her heart was as sweet as honey. "I just got up and I'm a little thirsty. I want to drink some water." Hearing Yulian say this, Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled, "Little baby, your husband will feed you water right away." After saying that, he kissed Yulian's fragrant lips, his tongue breaking through two lines of defense, sending his saliva into Yulian's mouth. Yulian initially resisted slightly, after all, she had never done this before, but she was quickly conquered by Zhang Xiaoyu's superb kissing skills.

After the kiss, a trace of saliva remained on their parted lips. "Baby, was it good?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked with a smile.

"Mmm," Yu Lian replied softly, her face flushed.

"But now my husband is thirsty too, and wants to drink Yu Lian's fragrant nectar." After saying that, he kissed Yu Lian again, continuously sucking the sweet nectar from her mouth. "Second Sister, don't stand there, come over and drink this delicious wine with us." Zhang Xiaoyu called over Ye Erniang, who was watching from the side. Instantly, a heart-stirring scene appeared in the thatched hut: one man and two women embraced each other, their tongues constantly intertwining in the air. Zhang Xiaoyu went from Ye Erniang's mouth to Yu Lian's mouth, truly enjoying himself immensely.

Finally, Zhang Xiaoyu embraced Yu Lian's plump and rounded breasts, which he had just developed, and kissed her wildly and recklessly. He quickly broke through her pearly teeth, almost rudely and impolitely, wantonly enjoying her sweet and smooth flesh. Yu Lian couldn't help but let out a "woof" under his fierce attack. Her delicate body trembled violently from the stimulation, her lips became hot and soft. She pulled her jade hands out and wrapped them around his neck, lost in his passionate kiss. The world spun around him, and Zhang Xiaoyu was completely lost in the deepest part of this sweet dream of love. He experienced the real, tangible, and flesh-and-blood feeling of holding her tightly in his arms, a solid happiness that allowed him to freely release his love for the woman in his arms. The overflowing happiness and emotion in his heart made him tighten his grip on her hands, wishing he could merge the newlywed woman in his arms into his entire heart.

Zhang Xiaoyu's hands, which were holding Yulian tightly, unconsciously kneaded and caressed her waist and abdomen. Before long, Yulian's delicate body began to heat up, her jade face flushed, her silver teeth slightly bitten, and a few soft moans unconsciously escaped from her cherry lips. Zhang Xiaoyu's hands moved restlessly upwards, gradually covering Yulian's tender breasts, and starting from Yulian's smooth forehead, he kissed down her eyes, the tip of her nose, her cheeks, and finally to Yulian's round breasts. Although there was a thin layer of clothing between them, Zhang Xiaoyu could still feel the amazing protrusion and elasticity of her breasts. He couldn't help but knead and squeeze them, and he wanted to open the beautiful woman's fragrant arms and explore the secrets inside. Yu Lian, nestled in his arms, seemed to have been aroused as well. She relaxed her body, and with Zhang Xiaoyu's kisses, a strange change occurred, waves of tingling pleasure washing over her. A captivating blush gradually spread across her face, and she gasped softly, her body writhing unconsciously against Zhang Xiaoyu's groin. Under Zhang Xiaoyu's teasing, Yu Lian panted softly, occasionally licking her slightly parted cherry lips with her small, delicate lips, as if she were extremely thirsty. Her reddened lips were covered with fine beads of sweat, making them appear even more translucent. Her slender waist swayed like a snake, responding to Zhang Xiaoyu's touch, her long, shapely, snow-white legs slowly opening and closing, seemingly enjoying the pleasure.

Yu Lian felt Zhang Xiaoyu's lecherous hand slip inside her thin garment, caressing and kneading her rounded breasts until it reached the cleavage beneath her white panties. She grabbed his hand, panting softly, and said, "Husband, please go find your mother-in-law, Yu Lian really can't take it anymore." "Silly girl, your husband is not the kind of person with insatiable desires," Zhang Xiaoyu said softly, stroking Yu Lian's tender parts. "I was originally planning to take you home today, but now it seems you're not feeling well." "Husband, I'm fine, I can go home now," Yu Lian insisted.

"Just find a carriage for Yu Lian to ride in, we also want to get back to your home as soon as possible to see our sisters," Ye Erniang chimed in from the side.

"It doesn't necessarily have to be sisters, I count by age here. Since you both want to go to your home so much, then your husband will find a carriage and set off today," Zhang Xiaoyu patted each of the two women's shapely buttocks before heading down the mountain to find a carriage.

Having found the carriage, Zhang Xiaoyu met with Xiao Feng before leaving, telling him that everything had been handled properly. He also instructed him to go to the nameless old monk at Shaolin Temple to find someone. Zhang Xiaoyu had told the old monk before leaving Shaolin that if Xiao Feng came looking for him, he should have Xiao Yuanshan come out to meet Xiao Feng and clarify their father-son relationship.

Afterwards, Zhang Xiaoyu took Ye Erniang and Yulian home.

Back home, the women, having not seen Zhang Xiaoyu for some time, were all missing him terribly. Liu Fengjuan, seeing the two beautiful women Zhang Xiaoyu had brought back and their intimate manner, immediately guessed their relationship. A pang of jealousy shot through her; she was such a beauty at home, yet he never seemed to care, while he was always bringing women home. However, she was no one to Zhang Xiaoyu, so she could only keep these thoughts to herself. Her daughter, Wang Kexin, seeing her mother's expression, secretly thought that after she won over her uncle, she would have him comfort her mother.

After comforting the women, Zhang Xiaoyu noticed that Azhu and Azi were missing. He asked around and learned that Azhu had taken Azi out to play. Looking at their resentful faces, Zhang Xiaoyu, disregarding that it was still daytime, pulled the beauties towards his room. The other women, who weren't his wives, watched his retreating figure with disappointment. Only Wang Yuyan remained unmoved. After all, she was still a very pure girl. Zhang Xiaoyu had promised to give her a wonderful first night, and although she had been interrupted several times, she knew that Zhang Xiaoyu loved her, and that was enough for her. Of course, after Zhang Xiaoyu took her virginity a few days later and she experienced the pleasure, Wang Yuyan's thoughts changed. While

Zhang Xiaoyu was diligently working in the room, two people were peeking outside the door. It turned out to be Wang Kexin and Li Lingyun. Zhou Jiayao was missing this time; last time, the three girls had watched the show together.

"Lingyun, look how happy the older sisters are! They're all moaning so comfortably. It's like Uncle is doing this with me too! Lingyun, do you want to do it with Uncle?" Wang Kexin said to Li Lingyun, her face flushed, as she watched the scene heating up inside.

"Sister Kexin, what are you saying? We're so young, how can we talk about these things?" Although Li Lingyun was only twelve years old, she knew a little about things between boys and girls. Hearing Wang Kexin say this, she immediately lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Hmph, what do you mean 'young'? Lingyun, you're not young at all. Look, it's grown quite a bit. But it's still a bit smaller than mine. Mine has been massaged by Uncle. Look how big it is after Uncle massaged it. In a little while, I'm going to have Uncle massage me again, and then I'm going to make Uncle agree to let me be his wife." Wang Kexin said, touching Li Lingyun's breasts.

Hearing Wang Kexin say this, Li Lingyun glanced at hers. It was indeed much bigger. Could it be that having Uncle massage it make it grow bigger?

Although Zhang Xiaoyu focused most of his energy on the beautiful bodies of the women in bed, he was still aware of the situation outside. He had overheard the conversation between the two girls. He hadn't expected that little girl, Wang Kexin, was already so eager to become his woman. It was truly a dilemma. It seemed being too handsome wasn't always a good thing, Zhang Xiaoyu thought slyly.

After this multi-person battle, Zhang Xiaoyu gradually drifted off to sleep. The next morning, he got up early and, seeing the women still in bed, felt thirsty. He dressed and got out of bed to get some water. "Young Master, you've arrived—!" Zhang Xiaoyu had just entered the hall when he unexpectedly heard Liu Fengjuan's voice.

Turning around, Zhang Xiaoyu saw Liu Fengjuan, dressed in flowing white, looking at him with a charming expression. He quickly smiled and said, "Oh, it's Madam. Why are you up so early?" "Young Master, didn't you get up this early too? You and the ladies must be exhausted from relieving your longing for each other. Why don't you rest a bit?" Liu Fengjuan approached and whispered.

Zhang Xiaoyu felt a little embarrassed.

"Young Master, please sit down. Let me give you a massage..." Liu Fengjuan said to Zhang Xiaoyu without any affectation.

Zhang Xiaoyu was secretly delighted. Although they hadn't really had a deep discussion in the kitchen last time, they had still reached a climax together. Afterwards, he had been too busy to attend to her. She must be impatient now. But on the surface, he remained extremely polite: "Madam, I'm so sorry." "It's alright. Compared to what you did to Kexin, this is nothing," Liu Fengjuan said.

Her words were unintentional, but her words resonated with him. Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaoyu felt that Liu Fengjuan's words were quite meaningful, seemingly implying an ambiguous relationship between him and Kexin.

"Young Master, I meant that you made Kexin feel her father's love and warmth," Liu Fengjuan said hastily, seemingly realizing the problem with her words.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled inwardly, but on the surface, he said seriously, "Madam, you're overthinking it. Actually, I know what you mean." "That's good, that's good." As she spoke, Liu Fengjuan had already knelt down beside Zhang Xiaoyu, gently massaging his shoulders with her delicate hands.

"Hehe, not bad." Zhang Xiaoyu enjoyed Liu Fengjuan's massage while contemplating how to flirt with her later.

"Young master, is it comfortable?" Liu Fengjuan deliberately pressed her body close to Zhang Xiaoyu, occasionally squeezing his back. She even brought her small mouth close to his ear, asking in a sweet, fragrant breath. Zhang Xiaoyu

felt a faint, sweet fragrance waft towards him, quickly filling his nostrils, his body, and his mind. Zhang Xiaoyu

hummed comfortably, then suddenly turned around, looking at Liu Fengjuan with lustful eyes. His large hands involuntarily reached out and wrapped around her waist.

Liu Fengjuan trembled, her gaze meeting Zhang Xiaoyu's dazed eyes, a surge of excitement rising within her.

"Young master, don't do this..." she struggled to get out of Zhang Xiaoyu's embrace. Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled, his eyes flashing with passion, and pulled Liu Fengjuan into his arms again, his movements even somewhat rough.

"Young Master, do you want me?" In the past, Liu Fengjuan would never have dared to ask such a question. But now it was different. After being teased by Zhang Xiaoyu that time, she could no longer control her desires. Her already strong feelings for Zhang Xiaoyu were now entirely focused on him.

"I want you, I love you—!" His eyes radiating passion, Zhang Xiaoyu roughly pulled Liu Fengjuan into his arms, his hands roaming over her body.

Chapter 126: Young Master, I Love You

Hearing Zhang Xiaoyu say this, Liu Fengjuan felt a surge of joy. This little devil finally wanted her.

Before long, under Zhang Xiaoyu's influence, Liu Fengjuan couldn't help but fall into his arms. The light in Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes was like a female aphrodisiac, instantly igniting the long-desired desire within her.

Raising her head, Liu Fengjuan boldly met Zhang Xiaoyu's lips, extending her delicate tongue to lick his lips, responding to the man's teasing hands with the most passionate kisses.

Damn, this woman is crazy.

Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't expected this woman to be so wild, so proactive. Zhang Xiaoyu and Liu Fengjuan remained entangled. Under Zhang Xiaoyu's all-out effort, Liu Fengjuan, who had long admired him, became like a lioness in heat, exceptionally proactive. Her delicate tongue probed into Zhang Xiaoyu's mouth, and in her excitement, she even slipped her smooth little hands between his legs.

Zhang Xiaoyu, being a man, naturally wouldn't be outdone. One hand touched Liu Fengjuan's breasts, the other caressed her round, firm buttocks, skillfully kneading them slowly.

"Truly a gem!" Zhang Xiaoyu noticed her excellent elasticity. Especially her beautiful buttocks, which were irresistible.

"Young master, do you like me?" Liu Fengjuan asked seductively, pleased by Zhang Xiaoyu's praise.

"I like you—!" Zhang Xiaoyu replied in a dazed tone. He then lowered his left hand, wrapping it around the woman's slender waist, while his right hand gently lifted the hem of her dress and slipped between her legs.

"So much water—!" Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself, Ke Xin, that green apple, couldn't compare to a mature woman like Liu Fengjuan. Of course, this comparison was limited to the degree of wetness. In some aspects, Ke Xin still had the advantage.

With their almost frenzied caresses, their clothes were removed, revealing their naked bodies to each other.

Liu Fengjuan, seeing a man for the first time, felt a mix of shyness, excitement, and a touch of thrill, her small hands tightly gripping his hot member. Liu Fengjuan could even feel it throbbing.

"Young master, are you comfortable?" Regardless of Zhang Xiaoyu's answer, Liu Fengjuan continued to ask lewd questions.

Of course, her hands weren't idle. She tightly gripped Zhang Xiaoyu's manhood, gently and involuntarily stroking it up and down.

Zhang Xiaoyu immediately felt a surge of pleasure, almost groaning out loud.

"Young master, touch me too..." Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu haphazardly caressing her body, although it was quite satisfying, it couldn't fill the increasingly intense emptiness between her legs.

Soon, guided by Liu Fengjuan, Zhang Xiaoyu's large hands caressed her plump, fragrant buttocks.

With Zhang Xiaoyu's caresses, pleasure and passion slowly rose from Liu Fengjuan.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled secretly, his hands skillfully kneading the woman's body, occasionally brushing against her crotch, touching that moist, fragrant grass.

Each time he touched that moist, fragrant grass, Liu Fengjuan's body would tremble slightly, and the speed of her caresses would instinctively increase.

Liu Fengjuan could feel her heart pounding; her heart was trembling, trembling, her chest was trembling... even her whole body was trembling, and her crotch was already overflowing with desire.

"Ah..." As Zhang Xiaoyu's fingers caressed the moist, fragrant grass, Liu Fengjuan's body trembled violently, letting out a moan. Her hands unconsciously increased the speed of rubbing her manhood... Zhang Xiaoyu secretly rejoiced. Although he was only enjoying the service of a woman's hands, the feeling was indescribable.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyu had only one thought in his mind: pleasure, comfort—Liu Fengjuan's eyes were already glazed, her face flushed, and a wanton, excited smile hung on her lips. She seemed to be immersed in an ocean of pleasure.

"Young master, faster, I can't take it anymore..." Liu Fengjuan felt her penis slowly contracting, a surge of excitement rising within her, and she hurriedly cried out.

Zhang Xiaoyu naturally knew that this was a sign that a woman had reached her peak, and he quickly increased the speed of his fingers... At the same time, Liu Fengjuan's hands also began to increase their strength and speed.

And so, the two finally cried out softly at the same moment, reaching their climax.

Liu Fengjuan felt a wave of weakness wash over her legs, her body limp. She released her grip, hooked her arms around Zhang Xiaoyu's neck, and leaned against him, letting out seductive breaths.

Zhang Xiaoyu was secretly delighted. This Liu Fengjuan was too exquisite; she had even managed to get her hands covered in her own fluids. But now, all that fluid was on his neck—it was all his handiwork!

"Young master, I feel so good. Later, I want you to completely possess me..." The caressing of her fingers didn't completely alleviate the emptiness between her legs. Liu Fengjuan rested for a moment, then suddenly half-squatted down and took his now-dormant member into her mouth.

Zhang Xiaoyu knew that today's passion was far from over. Under Liu Fengjuan's touch, his previously dormant member slowly began to grow larger. Liu Fengjuan seemed afraid that Zhang Xiaoyu would put that filthy thing in her mouth, so she quickly stood up, hugged Zhang Xiaoyu tightly, and gently rubbed his member while her hands softly caressed his back.

"Young master, I love you—!" Liu Fengjuan looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with her beautiful eyes and said earnestly. She didn't care whether Zhang Xiaoyu understood or not; what mattered was that she had finally said what she had wanted to say for a long time.

Zhang Xiaoyu was slightly taken aback. Listening to the woman's sweet words and looking at her beautiful face, he was momentarily captivated. He knew that at this moment, Liu Fengjuan only had love for him in her heart.

"I love you too—!" Zhang Xiaoyu responded to Liu Fengjuan's devotion with affectionate words.

Liu Fengjuan was extremely excited. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she shyly raised her eyes, carefully glancing at Zhang Xiaoyu. Such a handsome and dashing man, the man who made her heart flutter, also loved her. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a secret joy, gently biting her cherry lips and revealing a shy and satisfied smile... Looking at Liu Fengjuan's crystal-clear body, Zhang Xiaoyu involuntarily reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist, then placed his right hand on her lower abdomen. He felt her flat stomach, and his palm gently pressed against it, occasionally touching the inverted triangle of black hair.

Liu Fengjuan felt his strong and powerful arms around her waist, and his palms caressing her body without restraint, causing her body to burn and her heart to pound.

Passion and excitement slowly spread from his lower abdomen, soon engulfing his entire body.

Looking at Liu Fengjuan's flushed, slightly alluring face, Zhang Xiaoyu felt a surge of attraction. He slowly lowered his head and kissed her red lips.

Despite her age, Liu Fengjuan was remarkably well-maintained; her skin was supple and smooth, and her lips were incredibly soft.

Under Zhang Xiaoyu's passionate kiss, Liu Fengjuan's entire body trembled violently. She leaned against him, her beautiful hips swaying, constantly trying to touch Zhang Xiaoyu's burning member.

Undeniably, Liu Fengjuan possessed exceptional talent in this area. Just moments before, her kisses had been rather awkward. But now, Zhang Xiaoyu felt her skill surpassed even his own. Liu Fengjuan gently touched Zhang Xiaoyu's tongue, seemingly resisting yet welcoming, occasionally her little tongue probing into his throat, driving Zhang Xiaoyu to a state of utter ecstasy.

"Young master, I... I need your..." Liu Fengjuan, her heart itching, pleaded again, guiding Zhang Xiaoyu's hands to caress her most sensitive areas.

Zhang Xiaoyu gently stroked her pubic hair and buttocks, doing his utmost to make Liu Fengjuan's heart pound and her breathing quicken.

Zhang Xiaoyu's hands continued to roam over Liu Fengjuan's sensitive spots. At this moment, under his touch, Liu Fengjuan's body was weak and limp, collapsing completely into Zhang Xiaoyu's arms. Her sweet red lips continued to kiss Zhang Xiaoyu, and her delicate hands once again grasped his manhood. However, this time she didn't vigorously stroke it, but rather gently caressed it. She wanted to satisfy Zhang Xiaoyu as much as possible; she wanted his manhood to fill her emptiness... Liu Fengjuan felt a tingling sensation in her groin, and she quickly guided Zhang Xiaoyu's hands to her. Zhang Xiaoyu secretly chuckled; meeting such a proactive woman was truly a blessing. Putting everything else aside, it was at least incredibly stimulating.

"Carry me back to my room—!" The more Zhang Xiaoyu caressed her, the greater the emptiness in Liu Fengjuan's heart became. She proactively signaled to Zhang Xiaoyu that they should make love.

Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled inwardly, picked Liu Fengjuan up by the waist, carried her to her room, laid her flat on the bed, lowered his head, and began to lick her glistening vulva.

Instantly, a dizzying, incomparably exciting pleasure rose through Liu Fengjuan's body and mind. At that moment, her mind even became hazy. She felt that she was not lying on the bed, but flying, floating. Flying in the sky, floating among the white clouds... "Young master, I haven't done this for more than ten years, you must cherish me..." Feeling the intensity in Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes, Liu Fengjuan felt a sudden, inexplicable tension.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't speak, but responded to Liu Fengjuan directly with his actions. His hot member slowly penetrated Liu Fengjuan's moist and fragrant place, filling her endless emptiness.

Meanwhile, under Zhang Xiaoyu's skillful manipulation, Liu Fengjuan also experienced the passion and satisfaction she had longed for. At noon, Zhang Xiaoyu slowly awoke, looking down to find Liu Fengjuan clinging to him like an octopus, tears welling in her eyes, her face flushed with sexual bliss… Just as Zhang Xiaoyu slowly pried Liu Fengjuan's fingers apart, she finally woke up, opened her eyes, and seeing Zhang Xiaoyu's gaze, felt a surge of shyness.

"Young master, I want you to touch me—!" Zhang Xiaoyu reached out and kneaded the woman's beautiful buttocks a few times, then pulled her close, lowered his head, and kissed her deeply.

Softly moaning, Liu Fengjuan passionately responded to Zhang Xiaoyu's kiss, feeling indescribably happy. "Young master, kiss me here…" After the intense kiss, Liu Fengjuan suddenly sat up, raising her beautiful buttocks high, and commanded Zhang Xiaoyu to kiss her.

Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't expected her to be so lewd after their encounter. He joked, "Madam, don't you think you're shameless? A woman, actually sticking her butt out like that..." Liu Fengjuan, still lost in her reverie, trembled violently at Zhang Xiaoyu's words. She turned around, stammering, "No...no...I thought..." "Madam, I originally thought you were...alas, but I never expected you to be like this..." Zhang Xiaoyu interrupted Liu Fengjuan, feigning hesitation. But inwardly, he was laughing, confident that his words would startle her. He knew Liu Fengjuan was definitely not a lewd woman; this behavior was surely to please him.

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