[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (Tianlong Fengliu) (Complete) - 2

Part One: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter Ten: The Charm of the Pretty Yaksha 1.

After comprehending the Storm, Wu Long was in high spirits. Seeing Zhong Ling blushing, he pulled her straight towards "Ten Thousand Tribulations Valley." An hour later, they arrived at the valley and he released her. The little girl's face was flushed, and she glared at Wu Long with a mixture of reproach and shyness. Wu Long pretended not to notice.

At the valley entrance, nine towering pine trees stood side by side. Counting from the right, the fourth tree led around to the back, and parting the tall grass revealed a hole in the tree. If it weren't for Zhong Ling leading the way, who would have known that the valley entrance was hidden within a large pine tree? (The last sentence is a repetition of the previous one and can be omitted.)

Crawling into the tree hollow, Wu Long parted the withered grass with his left hand and felt for a large iron ring with his right. He lifted it forcefully, revealing a wooden plank and a stone staircase below. Following Zhong Ling down a few steps, Wu Long carefully placed the plank back in its place and continued down the staircase. After about thirty steps, the staircase turned right, then a few dozen feet later turned upwards, ascending another thirty steps to reach flat ground.

Before him stretched a vast meadow, ending in rows of pine trees. Passing through the meadow, he saw a piece about ten feet long and a foot wide carved from a large pine tree, painted white, with nine large characters written on it: “Anyone surnamed Duan who enters this valley will be killed without mercy.” The eight characters were black, but the character for “kill” was crimson.

Wu Long thought,

“Zhong Wanchou has been cuckolded and now hates everyone surnamed Duan in the world.”

The sky was hazy, and the nine characters, written with such fierce strokes, especially the dripping red paint under the character for “kill,” looked as if it had been splattered with blood, making it even more gruesome and terrifying.

Seeing Wu Long lost in thought, Zhong Ling said,

"Brother Long, don't be afraid. You're not surnamed Duan. To be honest, I don't understand why Father hates people with the surname Duan so much."

Wu Long thought to himself,

"Because your real father is surnamed Duan. And with your cheapskate father's martial arts skills, can he even compete with me?"

Not wanting to point it out, Wu Long said,

"You'll have to ask your mother. Hopefully, Duan Yu hasn't arrived yet."

Just then, Zhong Ling picked up a small iron hammer hanging from a tree and struck the character "Duan." The hammer struck, making a loud, metallic clang. Wu Long was caught off guard and slightly startled, realizing that there was an iron plate embedded beneath the character "Duan," hollow behind it, but not immediately visible because it was painted white. Zhong Ling struck it twice more and hung the hammer back.

After a while, a girl's voice called from behind the pine tree,

"Miss is back!" Her voice was filled with joy. The girl was pretty and delicate, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a fresh and charming appearance that made one want to kiss her.

Zhong Ling smiled and said,

"Yes, Yingmei. Has a young man surnamed Duan come by these past two days?"

Yingmei replied,

"Yes! He caused Master and Madam to have a fight. Master even said he would invite the Four Evils to kill the Duan family."

Zhong Ling was startled and asked,

"Where is the young master surnamed Duan?"

Yingmei said,

"Madam let him go, and Master went to invite the Four Evils but hasn't returned yet."

Zhong Ling was relieved. She had a good impression of Duan Yu, not romantic love, but simply his bookishness. Moreover, she was the one who sent him to the valley to find someone to save her. If he were killed by her father because of this, she would feel extremely guilty.

She led Wu Long into the valley, where flowers bloomed in all seasons, and several pavilions and towers stood elegantly and peacefully, truly a secluded and relaxing place.

Upon arriving at the main hall, she saw that although the interior was not luxurious, it was still quite elegant. After Wu Long sat down, Yingmei served tea, saying, "Please have some tea, young master. Miss Wu Long has gone to see the madam and will ask you to wait a moment."

Wu Long took a couple of sips of tea and noticed four hanging scrolls on the east wall depicting plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums, but the order was reversed to orchids, bamboo, chrysanthemums, and plum blossoms. On the west wall, four scrolls depicting spring, summer, autumn, and winter were hung in

reverse order to winter, summer, spring, and autumn. He thought, "Zhong Wanchou is a rough man and doesn't understand calligraphy and painting, but Gan Baobao should know a little. How could she get the order wrong?"

He waited for a long time, but Zhong Ling didn't come out. Wu Long guessed that Gan Baobao had scolded Zhong Ling, but he was too embarrassed to force his way in. Taking advantage of the absence of others, Wu Long went outside for a walk to clear his mind.

He lay down on the lawn under an apricot tree. Thinking about his unbelievable experience, it felt like a dream. He wondered if his parents back home were alright. Thankfully, he had a brother and sister; even without him, the two elders wouldn't be too sad.

Suddenly, Wu Long was awakened by a cry!

What was that crying and shouting coming from in the valley? Had something happened? Wu Long followed the sound. When he arrived at the scene, Wu Long was stunned. A man nearing forty was about to rape a beautiful woman, while Zhong Ling was already unconscious beside him. And now there was another man, barely alive, with a sharp sword sticking out of his chest, blood streaming down his face.

The dying man said, "Yun Zhonghe, you beast! I asked you to deal with that Duan guy, because you tried to take my wife and children! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!" Wu Long was shocked. It turned out that this man was Yun Zhonghe, the fourth of the Four Evils.

Yun Zhonghe laughed loudly,

"Zhong Wanchou, you're not even as good as a three-year-old! You've invited a wolf

into the house! What is a villain? What are the Four Evils? They plunder, kill, and commit all sorts of atrocities, utterly devoid of conscience—that's what a villain is. You should have known this day would come when you invited me here. Look how beautiful your wife is!" With that, Yun Zhonghe reached out and ripped off Gan Baobao's clothes.

"Ah! You lecherous thief—" Gan Baobao screamed! Her pure white dress was gone, leaving only a pink underpants covering her private parts on her curvaceous, snow-white body, her breasts exposed. Instantly, a delicate fragrance filled the room, a scene of alluring spring.

Even Lian Wulong's heart pounded and his lust intensified when he saw Gan Baobao's towering, round, white breasts without a trace of sagging, and the two small, slightly upturned, crimson nipples surrounded by pink areolas. Yun Zhonghe, known as the world's number one lecher, exclaimed,

"So beautiful! A stunning beauty! I've struck gold today, haha!"

Overjoyed, Yun Zhonghe grasped Gan Baobao's large, white, hemispherical breasts in his hands. Gan Baobao's breasts were truly enormous; Yun Zhonghe's hand could only cover a small portion, and both hands couldn't fully enclose one breast. As he admired them, he felt the soft, elastic, and warm breasts in his hands, a very pleasant sensation. Gan Baobao, unable to

bear the humiliation, closed her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her face like a spring. Zhong Wanchou gritted his teeth, his blood boiling with rage. He cursed, "You lecherous scoundrel! You'll die a horrible death!" He vomited blood and died shortly after.

Yun Zhonghe completely ignored Zhong Wanchou's death. He excitedly pressed down on Gan Baobao's breasts, kneading them forcefully from side to side, causing her full, smooth breasts to sag and bulge, the tender white flesh peeking out from between Yun Zhonghe's fingers. Looking at the beautiful, delicate pink nipples swaying between his fingers, Yun Zhonghe swallowed hard, feeling an urge to suckle.

Wu Long was startled. His muscles writhed in a ferocious and terrifying manner, his fists clenched tightly, and his aura surged wildly. His body instantly launched forward, like a whirlwind sweeping across the sky with fierce and cold light, hurtling towards Yun Zhonghe. Like a raging bull, or even a locomotive,

he roared, "Die!" His fists smashed the sky and split the earth as he charged upwards. Like a torrent of volcanic lava erupting, the force swept up the broken stones and debris on the ground, forming a gray dragon that charged towards Yun Zhonghe, filled with a tragic and ruthless ferocity that meant no turning back.

Yun Zhonghe never expected there was someone else nearby, and with such a terrifying and fierce attack! Yun Zhonghe was utterly shocked! Without time to straighten his clothes, in his haste, he threw Gan Baobao, whom he had already stripped naked, towards Wu Long, and then charged towards the wall in the opposite direction. The wall behind him was just a wooden partition; he smashed through it and rolled down.

Seeing Gan Baobao crashing into him, Wu Long quickly caught her, then stomped his foot forcefully, instantly shattering the floor into countless stone fragments of varying sizes, which bounced into the air. Immediately afterward, Wu Long's leg blurred into a gray shadow covering half a radius in front of him; then, the fragments of stone that had been launched into the air shot out like bullets under the powerful force, Wu Long following closely behind, his right fist brimming with the power to shatter stone tablets.

Yun Zhonghe broke through the wall, and as soon as he rolled to the ground, before he could even stand up, he was met with Wu Long's "Rain of Stones," which rained down on him.

Yun Zhonghe rolled on the ground in panic to dodge, but Wu Long's fist had already struck. A powerful left hook, appearing from nowhere, slammed heavily into his ribs. Yun Zhonghe cried out in pain and was sent flying, crashing seven or eight meters away. In the martial arts world, when people use the phrase "splitting stone and breaking monuments" to describe someone's fists and feet, they usually only use it to describe the ferocity and power of the technique, not to say that the person's fists actually reached the astonishing level of "splitting stone and breaking monuments." But Wu Long was different. The power of his fists truly embodied the effect of splitting stone and breaking monuments. Therefore, when Wu Long's heavy punch landed on anyone, the effect was like a giant swinging a giant iron hammer high in the air. Several of Yun Zhonghe's ribs snapped, and not only that, Wu Long ripped his clothes open with a swift grab, sending books falling to the ground.

In his panic, Yun Zhonghe hastily sprayed out the "Lustful Bone-Corroding Powder," seizing the last moment to leap over the wall in the opposite direction and flee for his life. Seeing Yun Zhonghe injured and fleeing, Wu Long didn't give chase. However, Gan Baobao, the beautiful woman in Wu

Long's arms, smelled the strange musky scent and exclaimed, "Lustful Bone- Corroding Powder !" Wu Long was taken aback: "Is something wrong?" Gan Baobao angrily said , "We've all fallen for his trick! " Then she said, "Young hero, you must quickly chase after this villain Yun Zhonghe and get the antidote." A loud laugh came from afar : "You've been poisoned by the Lustful Bone-Corroding Powder. If you don't have intercourse with a woman within three hours, you'll die from burning lust. Boy, I'll give you a good deal today, enjoy the blessings of a beautiful woman, hehe..." Clearly, he was too injured to breathe towards the end. Only then did Wu Long realize that he was holding Gan Baobao completely naked. "Young hero! Let me go!" Gan Baobao cried out! Looking at the perfect body in his arms, Wu Long was more excited than ever before. It wasn't the first time Wu Long had seen a woman's body, but it was the first time he had seen such a perfect one. Her snow-white skin was as translucent and delicate as ice and snow, as smooth and tender as warm jade, and as sweet and fragrant as a flower. Her beautiful eyes, like black grapes, were like a pool of crystal-clear spring water, clear and captivating. Her oval face, with its soft, cherry-red lips, delicate nose, and graceful chin, exuded a gentle and charming beauty. Like a fairy descended from heaven, her stunning beauty was truly breathtaking, possessing a beauty that could shame the flowers and eclipse the moon, and make fish sink and geese fall from the sky. Her high, firm breasts, flat stomach, beautiful vulva, and long, slender legs were so perfect, so alluring—a masterpiece crafted by heaven. Wu Long felt dizzy and his throat parched. Although he was immune to poison and not poisoned, how could he not be moved by such a beauty? His yang energy began to heat up, and his blood rushed to his head. Although Wu Long disliked doing anything beyond friendship upon first meeting her, he couldn't help but say, "Madam, you should know. If I let you go now, you'll only die." Gan Baobao, seeing the lust in Wu Long's eyes, trembled and said, "I'd rather die! Let me go!" If Wu Long really let her go, he wouldn't be a saint but a eunuch. Ignoring her, he impatiently pulled Gan Baobao's soft, boneless body into his arms. Gan Baobao was both anxious and afraid, struggling desperately, but she was no match for Wu Long. After a struggle, Gan Baobao's beautiful face only flushed red. A pair of hands that had been tightly wrapped around Gan Baobao's slender waist gradually became more audacious, roaming over her entire body. Wu Long pressed himself against Gan Baobao's soft, boneless body, noticing her flushed face and unparalleled beauty, which ignited his desire. His hands roamed over her body, first gently caressing her cheeks, feeling the soft, smooth skin beneath his touch… Ignoring her struggles, Wu Long kissed her cherry-like lips, which were still uttering cries, his tongue entwining with her sweet saliva. His hands, still unsatisfied, then began their conquest, simultaneously fondling her high, firm breasts. His hands gradually moved downwards, passing over Gan Baobao's straight, fair neck and rounded, delicate shoulders, finally grasping her full, perky, soft, and supple breasts, which fit perfectly in his hand, through the thin white shirt. Wu Long's hands grasped Gan Baobao's pure and beautiful, firm breasts, caressing and kneading them. Under Wu Long's force, they changed various shapes, greatly satisfying Wu Long's masculine desires. The "little beans" on the mounds, stimulated, had already risen high, like two ripe grapes. Wu Long liked to tease them with two fingers, sometimes kneading, sometimes pinching, sometimes squeezing, sometimes pressing. Then he opened his mouth and roughly took the snow-white, high breasts into his mouth, kissing, swallowing, sucking, and biting. Gan Baobao suddenly threw her head back, her hands tightly hugging his head, as if she wanted to merge him into her breasts. Her beautiful face was contorted with pain, humiliation, and even more so, an incomparably pleasurable pleasure that spread from her nipples to every part of her body, to the depths of her torso. She was already aroused, her heart pounding with desire, her body tingling and itching unbearably, weak and powerless. She could only helplessly let him kiss and caress every inch of her snow-white, plump skin. With Wu Long playing with her sensitive areas, Gan Baobao felt an indescribable comfort throughout her body; she had never experienced such pleasure. Her body rubbed against Wu Long, her limbs clamping tightly around him like an octopus, her small mouth making incessant moans, only muffled groans escaping her lips as Wu Long sealed them. Like a frightened lamb, she kicked and struggled wildly, resisting, yet appearing utterly powerless. In this feeble struggle, Wu Long changed his target, leaving her small mouth to bite her breasts, enjoying a delicious meal. His free hand, of course, wasn't idle either, sliding down her silken back until it reached her high, round buttocks. Its suppleness rivaled that of beautiful breasts, even surpassing their elasticity, and its texture was exquisite. Silent tears streamed from Gan Baobao's empty eyes, her slender hands, powerless to resist, gripped the sheets tightly, her fingertips already white. Wu Long's eyes were fixed on this alluring female body, unable to look away, even refusing to entertain such thoughts. It wasn't that Wu Long was faking it; she was truly too beautiful, too tempting, too alluring. Uncontrollably, Wu Long's hand traced along her beautiful, flat abdomen towards her private parts. Just inches from her genitals, her body trembled. Her long, beautiful legs pressed tightly together, as if resisting an intruder. Wu Long paid no heed, his hand lingering on the inside of her thigh, caressing it. Suddenly, he thrust inside. Before she could react, everything was under Wu Long's control. She seemed unwilling to give up, her legs kicking wildly like a wild horse, but before she could even create a ripple, Wu Long firmly subdued her.

Her sorrowful eyes held a mixture of hatred, regret, helplessness, and uncertainty about the future. Wu Long understood this complex emotion to some extent. As a renowned beauty in the martial arts world, she had loved Duan Zhengchun her entire life! But Duan Zhengchun could never give her a title or happiness. In despair, she married Zhong Wanchou, whom she didn't love, out of desperation for having a child out of wedlock, and also out of a sense of revenge. For sixteen years, she had refused to let Zhong Wanchou touch her, which was the reason for his mixed feelings of love and hate.

Not receiving Duan Zhengchun's love deeply wounded her heart, and marrying Zhong Wanchou made her feel deeply ashamed of her own powerlessness. Everything that had happened today made her despair of Zhong Wanchou. She never imagined he was such a man. Although he loved her, Gan Baobao didn't need that kind of love. Everything before her left her bewildered and helpless, because she truly didn't want to die like this, but she had been poisoned with the most potent aphrodisiac in the world. Looking at Wu Long, she found him to be incredibly dashing, just like Duan Zhengchun back then.

Wu Long lingered for a while, then his fingers entered her jade pot again. Deeper, he felt nothing but **, not only everywhere but also intensely hot. It seemed Gan Baobao's desire was fully ignited; it was time to detoxify her. Wu Long removed his armor, hardened his heart, and thrust his already erect penis towards the entrance. He felt a pressure even after only a small penetration; it was so tight. Wu Long thrust forcefully, penetrating all the way to the very core.

Ah—! Gan Baobao let out a long groan, her writhing and struggling ceasing. She slumped weakly in his arms, letting Wu Long roam freely, shamelessly groping and humiliating her. Terrifyingly, she was already aroused, her vulva wet with desire; even more terrifying, she parted her snow-white legs, making it easier for him to penetrate her. She even gently writhed her waist, yielding to his fingers, while she could only gasp and moan helplessly:

"No! Don't do this!"

Wu Long kept his lower body still, gently kissing away the tears from Gan Baobao's face and eyes. Gan Baobao slowly loosened her arms from Wu Long's body, her trembling body relaxing,

her pale face regaining its color. Wu Long felt a surge of excitement. In fact, Gan Baobao's poison had already taken effect; her whole body was burning hot, especially her lower body, which was unbearably itchy, as if a thousand ants were crawling on it. Wu Long's entry seemed to relieve the itch, making her much more comfortable. This was like finding a treasure... He thrust his lower body forward relentlessly, trying to push the foreign object that could relieve the itch further inside. Waves of incomparably pleasurable pleasure surged through his limbs. Gan Baobao's fair face flushed crimson, exuding allure and spring-like charm. Her beautiful eyes narrowed, her red lips parted as she breathed heavily, finally letting out a wanton moan.

Wu Long understood Gan Baobao's feelings at this moment, but her random thrusting was useless. Wu Long used both hands to firmly hold her waist in place, slowly probing deeper with his lower body. Fortunately, there was plenty of lubrication. The lubricant made penetration relatively easy. Wu Long entered her deeply, as if plunging into boiling lava, almost melting him.

Wu Long knew the potency of the "Soul-Destroying and Bone-Corroding Powder," and that to remove the aphrodisiac, the woman needed to reach orgasm, and the more orgasms, the cleaner the poison would be. To bring her to orgasm as quickly as possible, Wu Long played with every sensitive part of her body, pushing himself to the limit. Soon, Gan Baobao reached her first orgasm under this multi-sensory stimulation. This release was like a flash flood, the immense pleasure almost causing Wu Long to lose control and ejaculate as well. Fortunately, he took a deep breath and suppressed it with his strong willpower... The room was filled with boundless spring...

Chapter Thirteen of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World, Part One: The Charm of the Pretty Night Demon 3

A ray of sunlight shone in from the window.

Awakened by the gentle sunlight, Wu Long was about to turn over and go back to sleep when he saw the beauty beside him propping herself up with her infinitely graceful arm, looking directly at him with her beautiful eyes: "Wu Lang, you're awake?" "

Mmm..." Sunlight filtering through the sheer gauze shone on the two rosy nipples of the beauty's chest, making those two erect buds even more alluring. Just then, a hand reached up and began to press hard on those bright red nipples. With a wicked smile, he pulled hard...

The beauty let out a soft moan, "Wu Lang, you're so naughty!" She buried her head in Wu Long's chest, only her long, black hair visible, brushing against his skin and arousing his desire. Sensing

Wu Long's change, the beauty was first surprised, then giggled, "Wu Lang, want more... I was exhausted last night..."

"What's wrong? My beauty, can't you take your husband anymore?" "Then I'll go find Sister Zhong Ling..."

The beauty rolled her eyes at Wu Long. "When have I ever been scared?" She suddenly threw back the covers, revealing her breathtaking curves, pressed Wu Long onto the bed, and sat on top of him...

"Ah..." The beauty tilted her head back, letting out a heavenly sound, her head arching back forcefully, her beautiful collarbone protruding outwards beneath her white neck... The beauty immediately began to move, her hands pinching Wu Long's body hard.

Wu Long roared and thrust upwards forcefully, the sounds of delicate and fierce voices filling the room, startling two butterflies flitting among the flowers outside.

The storm subsided, and the beauty climbed off Wu Long, her body drenched in fragrant sweat, her two soft breasts high and firm, clearly still not recovered from her climax. Sweating profusely, Wu Long tightly embraced the beauty, kissing her passionately, his hands roaming freely over her body…

Soon, the beauty's chest heaved again, and Wu Long immediately thrust forward. The beauty placed her long, slender, white legs on Wu Long's shoulders, clamping his head tightly between them. At the moment of penetration, the beauty let out a long cry: “Wu Lang~~~~~!”

The beauty, unconscious after her climax, possessed a beauty so captivating that it resembled the legendary painting of the sleeping imperial concubine, mesmerizing Wu Long. Looking at her full, red lips, like ripe peaches, Wu Long's heart fluttered, and he kissed her forcefully.

His tongue traveled down her swan-like neck to her high, firm breasts, then to her smooth, mirror-like abdomen, licking around her small, round navel. He then reached her still-wet, moist paradise, savoring the sweet fragrance of this mature beauty for a while. He licked down her smooth, straight thighs, all the way to her delicate, jade-like feet, then back up to her earlobe. Seeing her eyelids flutter slightly, Wu Long smiled and gently tickled her armpit. She giggled, begging for more, and pressed herself tightly against him. The scent of that mature body, even for someone as experienced as Wu Long, was enough to make him lose himself in desire. A mature body was so wanton and alluring! She was the charming, ruthless Gan Baobao.

A few days earlier, the day after a month of passion, Wu Long felt a chill on one side of his neck. Startled, he opened his eyes to see Gan Baobao with tears streaming down her face, clutching a "sharp sword" pointed at his throat.

"My beauty, what are you doing?" Wu Long asked, knowing he couldn't afford to be careless. One wrong move, and that incredibly sharp sword would pierce his throat.

"My reputation, which I've guarded for over a decade, has been ruined by you... I'm so sorry, Chun-ge... I'm going to kill you!" Gan Baobao said fiercely, her eyes flashing with a murderous light, her expression one of wanting to kill Wu Long.

Wu Long's mind raced. This Duan Zhengchun that Gan Baobao couldn't forget—but after all these years, even the deepest love had probably turned into resentment and bitterness. Thinking of this, Wu Long decided to take a gamble and blurted out:

"Since Duan Zhengchun has been heartless and ungrateful to you, and has gone to love another woman, why do you still remember him?"

Upon hearing this, Gan Baobao's face turned pale, and she trembled as she said: "Shut up! Who remembers that heartless man?"

Wu Long quickly seized the opportunity to turn around, avoiding the sharp edge of the sword, and then flashed behind Gan Baobao, tightly holding her hands, his mouth whispering in her ear:

"Baby, forget that heartless man. I'll treat you well! Yesterday's events were beyond my control; I believe it was all arranged by fate. If you hate me, punish me. If you're unhappy about anything, just say it; don't keep it bottled up. I will definitely help you, believe me."

Wu Long used a hypnosis technique he learned from a friend in the 21st century, which could seize a person's mind when they were mentally disoriented. Wu Long had previously learned it to hypnotize himself and forget the pain of his brutal underground boxing training. Although hypnosis wasn't as exaggerated as the Soul-Capturing Technique in the Nine Yin Manual, its effects on Wu Long after practicing martial arts were extraordinary. Gan Baobao suddenly felt a gentle yet powerful male voice resonate in her heart, soothing her pain like a refreshing spring flowing into a parched field. This was something she had never experienced before; the feeling was truly comforting.

Seeing the change in Gan Baobao's expression, Wu Long knew his words had worked. His tone became even more direct:

"Baby, don't be afraid. From today onwards, I will forever protect you and Zhong Ling, be your eternal support, and shield you from the storms of life." "I'll rid you of all your troubles. I want you to be a happy woman, free from pain and sorrow, only filled with joy and laughter." I wasn't saying this to comfort her, but because it was my truest thought.

Gan Baobao's eyes were somewhat dazed. As she gradually regained her senses, she said seductively to Wu Long,

"Wu Long, Wu Long, from now on, I entrust my heart and soul to you. Don't betray me like that person did. And Wu Long, you need to promise me one thing."

Wu Long quickly asked,

"What is it?"

"Our relationship can't be known by Ling'er. She came back and was excitedly talking about you. I know she likes you, and I don't want her to get hurt, okay?"

Wu Long was taken aback at first, then said firmly,

"Don't worry, I will make you sisters happy."

Gan Baobao was stunned. "Sisters?"

Wu Long smiled and said, "You don't resemble Zhong Ling's mother at all; you two look like twin sisters." "

Gan Baobao, refreshed by Wu Long's touch, was breathtakingly beautiful. Her fair face and thin, cherry-red lips were exceptionally alluring. Wu Long walked behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and whispered gently in her ear,

'Baobao, you are so charming.'

Gan Baobao blushed and shook her head, 'I am Zhong Ling's mother, ten years older than you. I can't compare to Zhong Ling.'

'Baobao, you don't need to feel inferior. You have a mature beauty that Zhong Ling doesn't possess. '" Wu

Long was overjoyed, never expecting to conquer the beauty's heart so easily. He embraced her and kissed her sweetly. His hands slid from Gan Baobao's shoulders to her chest, reaching into the low-cut neckline of her dress and slipping inside her bodice. He grasped her two full, round, and elastic breasts, caressing and kneading them. Gan Baobao seemed to be electrocuted and shivered. Suddenly, Wu Long leaned in and kissed her lips tightly. Gan Baobao trembled all over from his touch. She quickly and desperately resisted Wu Long's large head, saying,

"Don't move. Let's take care of the aftermath first. After all, Wan Chou and I were once husband and wife." Wu

Long nodded, suppressing his desires. The first thing Wu Long and Gan Baobao did after getting up was bury Zhong Wanchou. It would be a lie for Gan Baobao to say she wasn't saddened by his death; after all, they had been together for over a decade. But today's events were his own doing. His ridiculous jealousy had nearly brought her and Zhong Ling to a living hell. She could bear it herself, but if Ling'er had also been humiliated, she truly didn't know what to do. She only regretted choosing him in the first place; perhaps it was because he was stupid.

Gan Baobao was most worried about Zhong Ling. After Wu Long revived Zhong Ling, he told her that Zhong Wanchou wasn't actually her father. Zhong Wanchou had kidnapped her and her mother and brought them here; her biological father had long been killed by him. Zhong Ling initially couldn't accept it and ran to ask her mother. She hadn't expected Gan Baobao to answer her in the same way.

Zhong Ling left Gan Baobao's room heartbroken and crying, and Wu Long didn't stop her.

Seeing Zhong Ling leave in sorrow, Gan Baobao said, "What kind of sin has she committed!" "

Wu Long said, 'This is just Ling'er being a little confused right now. She'll be fine in a few days. We need to talk to her properly.'

All the servants in Wan Jie Valley were maids because Zhong Wanchou was an extremely jealous person. He didn't want other men to get close to Gan Baobao, so the valley was full of maids. Gan Baobao kept a few trustworthy ones and expelled the rest from the valley. Gan Baobao didn't want anyone to know what had happened today. She only told the dismissed maids that Zhong Wanchou had died of illness and that there was no need to keep anyone in the valley.

After the maids left, Wu Long renamed Wan Jie Valley 'Xiaoyao Valley.' Wu Long believed it was a good place to live in seclusion and decided to make it his base. Gan Baobao didn't object to this. A few days later, after being persuaded by Wu Long and Gan Baobao, and with Zhong Ling's naturally cheerful personality, she slowly forgot the shadow in her heart and became more and more obsessed with Wu Long. Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

Part 1: Fallen Dragon World Chapter 10" Since becoming involved with Wu Long, Wu Long never expected that the scent of a mature woman could be so intoxicating. For days, he had been sneaking away to this place to have an affair with Gan Baobao. Gan Baobao

, unaware of this, only knew that Wu Long treated her extremely well, and she truly enjoyed being with him, smelling his scent, listening to his moving words she had never heard before, and even reciting exquisite poems she had never heard before. How could she, a woman just beginning to experience love, resist such a highly skilled, eloquent, and gentle man? In just a few days, he had completely captured her heart. Her mother seemed to approve of their relationship, so even if Gan Baobao occasionally showed Wu Long a hint of tenderness and intimacy, Zhong Ling considered it perfectly natural and normal.

"Wu Lang, you should get up and practice your skills. Haven't you been practicing the 'Northern Darkness Divine Art' lately? You can't stop practicing this kind of skill. Get up quickly!" A pair of hands grabbed Wu

Long's arm. Hearing the beauty's sweet pleading voice and seeing her naked, jade-like skin, Wu Long really wanted to do it again. However, thinking of the martial arts he was currently practicing, he couldn't afford to stop. Besides, this beauty was doing it for his own good; there was plenty of time. Moved, he said, "Baby, just one more kiss, and I'll get up!"

Gan Baobao said shyly,

"You're so annoying."

Helpless, she had no choice but to bend down and kiss Wu Long's still-wet member. After the kiss, she playfully slapped it, saying, "It's all your fault!"

Wu Long laughed heartily,

"Without it, Aunt, you'd probably be even more heartbroken." Ignoring Madam Wang's scolding behind him, he put on his clothes and went out.

"What refreshing air!" "

It's early summer now. After spending the whole night in that enchanting room inhaling the scent of a mature woman—a tantalizing fragrance that ignited my lust and lingered long afterward—my mind still felt a little foggy. Now, a gust of cool wind carrying the fragrance of plum blossoms blows through me, sending a shiver down my spine and instantly clearing my head. In the valley stands a peculiar cliff; that's where Wu Long cultivates.

A few wispy clouds in the distance appear somewhat dark without the sunlight; the sky is a greyish-white tinged with a hint of azure, a color of impending dawn." As time passed, it seemed the sky was slowly shedding its somewhat gray attire, donning its favorite azure blue, preparing to greet the new day with a bright and cheerful heart… A gentle breeze caressed Wu Long's cheek, and the ancient pines on the cliff swayed softly in the wind, appearing like fairies amidst the mist-shrouded mountains, utterly captivating. Early birds spread their delicate feathers, circling incessantly, chirping with clear and melodious songs. Suddenly, he looked up into the distance, the vast expanse of sky and earth filling his entire field of vision, simultaneously filling his heart, boundlessly embracing his proud soul.

Wu Long felt a gradual relaxation throughout his body, his spirit unconsciously merging into that beautiful and vast天地 (heaven and earth). The focus of his eyes became increasingly blurred, as if looking straight ahead, yet his vision seemed to traverse countless centuries. His gaze and body slowly weathered away, becoming like rock, then transforming into an eagle soaring through the sky, looking down upon the earth. Compared to this towering landscape, he felt so insignificant. His spirit acted before his will, and his will resided before his thoughts. Wu Long's consciousness gradually sublimated into an endless void, as if he had become a third party unrelated to his physical body, silently standing high above, looking down upon every part of his body. His internal organs were transparent, and countless green meridians, some thin and some thick, crisscrossed. Within these meridians, there was no internal energy, yet the cells pulsed vibrantly, even emitting a faint glow.

Time flew by in the east, and the horizon grew brighter and brighter, the clouds turning orange-red and radiating a pale light. The sky itself became a bluish-green. As the light intensified, Wu Long's somewhat dazed eyes began to revive. After blinking a few times, they became lively and bright, his mind racing with excitement as the sun rose. His consciousness was fixed on the spot where the sun was about to burst forth.

The sun struggled and tumbled, finally revealing a sliver of its blushing face like a shy maiden. Then, the world changed. The mist clinging to the mountains began to rise, twist, separate, and change violently under the rising sun's rays, creating a truly rare and spectacular sight. And so, the sun emerged from the clouds, leaving its resting place, and lazily rose into the sky.

The crimson sun gradually rose above the clouds, miraculously hovering in the air, refracting its radiant light. Its reflection on the sea of clouds, along with the rippling water, transformed into countless streaks of light and shadow, darting about dazzlingly. All things in heaven and earth seemed excited by this magnificent scene, instantly bursting with vitality.

At this moment, as the sun rose, Wu Long felt a tremor in his body. Suddenly, the internal energy within his cells erupted, hundreds of millions of cells churning and surging like a volcano, gradually forming a vortex. As the vortex rotated, the internal energy shrank to a single point, the cell becoming as dark as a black hole, even darker than darkness itself. Wu Long's consciousness quietly experienced this mysterious, pulsating energy, as if the universe were about to be created, gestating with life in the endless darkness. Then, as if by a sudden reversal, Wu Long discovered a faint glimmer of light in the endless darkness, like stars in the universe, twinkling brightly. Just as Wu Long was about to check whether it was real or an illusion, the concentrated internal energy exploded violently, as if splitting the heavens and earth, a cosmic explosion. The explosive energy burst forth from his cells, and boundless vitality surged and vibrated through his internal organs, widening his meridians, strengthening his nerves and muscles. Every part of his body was seamlessly integrated with this vitality.

"Ahhhhh!" Wu Long felt as if he were being electrocuted by a high voltage. He roared to the sky, his clothes swelling up in that instant, then bursting into pieces with a crackling sound. "Ahhhhhh!" A continuous, piercing scream, like the roar of a storm, filled the air. Wu Long felt as if he had been struck by a high voltage. He couldn't help but roar to the sky, his hair standing on end, and powerful breath constantly gushing from his pores. From afar, he looked like a demon god standing between heaven and earth, majestic and awe-inspiring, inspiring fear in those who saw him. His swollen clothes burst into countless shreds with a crackling sound in that instant. What was revealed was his long, powerful physique, his entire body now gleaming faintly like jade. His firm, full muscles, like cast bronze and iron, were perfectly proportioned, evenly distributed throughout his body. His entire form seemed to have been sculpted from pieces of jade by a master craftsman, the rugged and delicate curves intersecting to create an exquisitely perfect work of human art.

Wu Long raised his hands to his eyes, and they became translucent, his ten fingers long and white like jade scallions. Looking at the beautiful scenery of the rising sun and the verdant mountains, Wu Long laughed, a wild and unrestrained laugh, his flowing black hair swaying with his laughter. He slowly raised his hands, palms facing upwards, and his breathing gradually slowed and lengthened; as the sun rose higher and higher, his hands rose higher and higher, his breathing gradually stopped, but the blood in his chest began to boil. Finally, when his hands were raised above his head, when he inhaled deeply, and when the excitement in his chest reached its peak, Wu Long lowered his chin and let out a long, powerful roar. With a forceful retraction of his clenched fists, he soared into the air, his voice instantly resounding throughout the heavens and earth, spreading far and wide in all directions.

Wu Long unleashed his "Storm" movement technique, sometimes leaping sideways like a cheetah, sometimes circling upwards like a vulture, his body like a blur, ethereal and unpredictable. Then, his movements stopped abruptly, his hands already clenched into fists. With wide, sweeping movements, the wind howled and the air whipped around his fists. Each punch was met with evasive attacks from all sides. His hands moved in a series of alternating strikes, sweeping across the air with incredible speed and power. His fists roared through the air with immense force, a dense, continuous, and relentless barrage, like a surging river, each punch carrying the power to shatter stone. The combined power of so many punches stirred the air, creating a powerful surge of energy. Countless tiny vortexes, as agile as dragons and as fierce as lions, churned and rippled the surrounding air, their power unmatched. As Wu Long's fists accelerated their relentless assault, his figure blurred once more, the air crackling with the sharp whistling of fists tearing through the air. Rows of incredibly powerful energy surged outwards, followed by a mighty aura comparable to a raging tidal wave, soaring into the sky with astonishing force.

Finally, slowly, Wu Long's right palm clenched into a fist and contracted at his chest. He then focused on the activity of every cell in his body, especially his right arm. Waves of bioelectricity flowed rapidly from his shoulder to his elbow, then surged wildly towards his right hand's fingers, the life force within him flowing from the cells of his shoulder to his palm. Wu Long threw a punch, a terrifying series of blows that struck the air with lightning speed, accompanied by a rapid whooshing sound. In an instant, the air seemed to vibrate, ripples visible to the naked eye, followed by a churning, whistling sound. The force of the punch struck the distant cliff face, slowly revealing cracks that multiplied like wrinkles. Then, with a deafening boom, the stone shattered—a truly astonishing punch. The whistling air around Wu Long gradually dissipated and calmed down as he stood solemnly. Standing with his hands behind his back, Wu Long excitedly gazed at the distant red sun, unable to contain his joy any longer. His eyes gleamed like lightning, and he burst into wild laughter: "Hahahaha, hahahaha~~~~~~~~" His arrogant laughter revealed his inner joy and boundless excitement, lingering for a long time.

This punch was actually a modification of the "inch punch" invented by Bruce Lee in later generations. Bruce Lee once said that no matter what martial art you learn, if it cannot quickly defeat your opponent, it has no practical value in combat. This is especially true for Western fighters who are physically strong and have a strong will. A punch that penetrates deep into their body in an instant is far more threatening than simply knocking them down. Undoubtedly, the shorter the time it takes to defeat or knock down an opponent in combat, the safer you are. This means your technique must be concise and direct, emphasizing efficiency. The "inch punch" perfectly fits this principle. Grandmaster Bruce Lee, starting from practical combat experience and building upon Wing Chun, created a unique Jeet Kune Do inch punch training method that is primarily based on instinctive reaction and maximizes potential. It is characterized by its simplicity, agility, power, and ferocity. In other words, Bruce Lee's inch punch is significantly different from the traditional Wing Chun inch punch, because it not only retains the advantages of the Wing Chun inch punch but also boldly incorporates the key principles of some internal martial arts styles from Chinese martial arts.

The key to the inch punch is actually quite simple: the person throwing the punch must simultaneously twist their waist outward, rotate their hips, expand their chest, and rotate their shoulders. The shoulder drives the upper arm, the upper arm drives the forearm, and the forearm drives the fist. At the same time, the fist, which was originally in a collapsed position, is suddenly raised upward to strike the target. Simultaneously, the center of gravity shifts forward, changing the original high stance into a bow stance. At the instant the punch hits the target, the fist is clenched tightly, the internal breathing suddenly sinks, a short, explosive shout is given, the diaphragm is compressed, and the abdominal cavity suddenly expands. At the same time, one imagines the energy from the dantian (lower abdomen) being ejected through the forearm to the fist, its force penetrating the target.

Wu Long's punch omitted many unnecessary steps. He believed that twisting the waist, rotating the hips, expanding the chest, and rotating the shoulders were merely to increase striking power, but this also resulted in excessive energy loss, failing to achieve the ideal punch's force. However, without these steps, ordinary people couldn't unleash the minimum power of an inch punch. Wu Long's body cells, however, underwent a mutation, making him increasingly strong and powerful. Therefore, he could omit so many steps to deliver a punch with power that ordinary people couldn't. However, strictly speaking, Wu Long's punch couldn't be considered a single punch. In the instant of less than a millisecond, he actually delivered three punches: a shoulder thrust, then an upper arm thrust, and finally a forearm thrust. Each punch overlapped, their energies colliding, creating a vacuum in the air. With such force, how could such a punch not split mountains and shatter rocks?

Since this punch had transcended the scope of the inch punch technique, it should have its own name. Wu Long clenched his fists and muttered to himself, "You'll be called Breaking the Void!" In high spirits, Wu Long heard

light

footsteps

approaching. Without turning around, he knew who it was and chuckled,

"Little lazybones, why are you up so early today?"

The person stopped and scolded,

"You're so annoying, don't call me 'little lazybones'."

Wu Long turned around and saw the smiling beauty Zhong Ling. She seemed quite displeased with Wu Long's address, shaking his hand and pouting.

Zhong Ling had grown up in the valley and her only male contact was with her father, so she didn't see anything wrong with it. But Wu Long was so close to her that he felt a little flustered by her presence. Looking at her charming and adorable face, he felt a surge of heat rising in his lower abdomen. He couldn't help but swallow hard, thinking,

"Wu Long, Wu Long, you must control yourself! Zhong Ling is only fifteen years old. You made a promise with Bao Bao that you wouldn't touch her except on your wedding night. You absolutely cannot make a mistake now, otherwise, wouldn't your promise be worthless?"

Wu Long tried hard to restrain himself for a long time, unconsciously using the Northern Darkness Technique to suppress the heat in an instant.

Zhong Ling asked curiously,

"Brother Long, what's wrong? Your face is all red."

She then reached out to touch Wu Long's head. Wu Long quickly grabbed her hand, embarrassed, and said,

"I'm fine. How about I teach you some fun kung fu today?"

With any more intimate contact, Wu Long couldn't guarantee he could control himself, so he changed the subject. Zhong Ling clapped her hands happily and said,

"Great! Great! I practiced the footwork you taught me last time, and even Mom couldn't catch me. What will you teach me this time?"

Wu Long had already taught the little girl the Lingbo Weibu (Lingbo Steps). Perhaps her internal strength wasn't strong, but she was very talented in lightness skills. Wu Long considered teaching her the Beiming Divine Skill, but felt it wasn't the right time yet. So he said,

"How about I teach you my Storm Body Technique?"

The little girl shook her head and said:

“I don’t want it. Your movements are like a toad, hopping around. It’s fine for a man to do it, but it looks terrible on me. And besides…”

Wu Long couldn’t help but smile wryly when he heard her refer to his created Storm Lightness Skill as a toad. Seeing the little girl blushing, he suddenly realized that women wear skirts, and jumping up and down could easily lead to… well, it was indeed very unseemly. Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but laugh again and said, “Then how about I teach you the secret manual I took from Yun Zhonghe that day, the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Skill?”

The little girl’s face turned bright red and she said,

“Brother Wu, you’re so bad!”

“Haha…”

Wu Long laughed. The secret manual he had taken from Yun Zhonghe that day was called the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Skill. It was originally a superior mental cultivation method. When having intercourse with a woman, it should be mutually beneficial. However, in the previous generations of disciples, it became about absorbing yin to supplement yang, harming others for personal gain. In the end, it aroused public indignation in the martial arts world, and the entire Yin-Yang Sect was wiped out by righteous people. Besides recording Yun Zhonghe's Eighteen Strikes of the Snake Crane and his lightness skill, it also contains a martial art very similar to Shaolin's Dragon-Capturing Hand, the Crane Control Skill. Wu Long spent time learning both of them. In addition, it also records the methods for making many pills, poisons, and sleeping potions. It can be said to be Yun Zhonghe's most important means of traveling the world. It is enough to make Wu Long heartbroken to death that he was captured.

Wu Long said,

"Alright, enough joking. I'll teach you the Crane Control Skill in a few days. Why did you come to see me so early?"

Zhong Ling replied,

"Actually, it's because I remembered that Duan Yu was also poisoned by the Duan Chang San. I took the antidote, but he didn't, so I wanted Brother Wu to send him some. He's only one day away from taking effect!"

Wu Long knew that Duan Yu had already eaten the Manggu Zhuha and was cured of all poisons, but he still teased the little girl, saying,

"You're so concerned about him. Do you like that pretty boy Duan Yu?"

Zhong Ling glared at Wu Long and said,

"Hmph, Mother has already agreed to your marriage proposal. I'm already yours, and you're still making sarcastic remarks."

Wu Long said,

"Then why are you in such a hurry for him? You've only spent half a day together."

Zhong Ling said,

"Well, he's a good person!"

Wu Long smiled, thinking that he might meet other beauties when he went out, and he had almost forgotten about Mu Wanqing, so he said:

"Hmph, I think he's just a bookworm. I don't see anything good about him. Fine, my wife asked, so I'll make the trip myself, but I'll get a reward!"

With that, Wu Long reached out and embraced Zhong Ling. Looking at her face, he grew increasingly pleased. Without hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed her red lips.

With a soft moan, Zhong Ling, who had never experienced such a man's advances, leaned against Wu Long

, her lips tightly pressed together, her body limp. Wu Long held her waist, his mouth relentlessly attacking, but unfortunately, Zhong Ling's lips remained tightly closed. He couldn't break through her defenses for a long time, and finally whispered helplessly, "Ling'er, be good, open your mouth."

Still dazed, Zhong Ling opened her mouth slightly upon hearing this, and Wu Long immediately began their passionate kiss.

"Ooh, ooh," after a series of passionate kisses, Wu Long only released her when she was struggling to breathe.

Zhong Ling, slightly out of breath and blushing, said,

"Brother Tian, you bullied me! Just now... you actually..."

"How so?" Looking at her slightly swollen lips, Wu Long teased her with a smile.

"I'm not talking to you anymore!" Zhong Ling stomped her foot and ran back.

——————Separation——————

Wu Long was naturally worried about Zhong Ling staying in Wan Jie Valley. If the Four Evils returned, Yun Zhonghe, that lecherous man, would definitely not let her go. And without Zhong Ling as a burden, although Bao Bao couldn't defeat the Four Evils, escaping would be very easy. After leaving Wan Jie Valley, Wu Long and Zhong Ling walked on a path that wound through the woods. A gentle breeze caressed their faces as they walked happily hand in hand. Just then, they faintly heard the sound of horses' hooves. Wu Long didn't pay attention, only occasionally talking to Zhong Ling.

But the sound of horses' hooves was now quite obvious. Even Zhong Ling could hear it. A moment later, a person dressed in black and masked rode a magnificent horse, but the person was lying prone on the horse's saddlecloth, head tilted back. Just then, Zhong Ling suddenly cried out.

"Sister Mu! What's wrong?"

Sister Mu? Wu Long was also surprised and suspicious, thinking:

"Could it be such a coincidence? I was just about to go find her, how come I ran into her here? Is that 'Sister Mu' really Mu Wanqing? Isn't she with Duan Yu now? Has history changed because of this?"

Just then, several more horses came chasing after them. The one in front, possibly Mu Wanqing, heard Zhong Ling's call and suddenly looked up at Zhong Ling. She seemed surprised to see Zhong Ling here and exclaimed:

"Zhong Ling, you little devil, what are you doing here?"

"Sister Mu, what's wrong? Are you injured?"

Zhong Ling saw some blood at the corner of her mouth and quickly went over, asking with some concern.

"Go quickly, I don't need you to worry about me. Don't get in my way. Someone is chasing me, quickly get into the woods! " "

That girl is really sharp-tongued; she has no kind words for Zhong Ling.

" "Sister Mu, don't worry, Brother Wu is here; he'll help you,"

Zhong Ling said firmly upon seeing her like this. She didn't care what kind of enemy they were, or whether she could handle them. In her heart, her Brother Wu had entered her life these past few days, and she felt that with him by her side, nothing was insurmountable. But time was running out. The girl surnamed Mu, seeing Wu Long and his group blocking the road, stopped, perhaps out of fear of hitting someone or exhaustion, even though her master was still in danger. The pursuers also halted their horses not far from Wu Long and his group.

"Little girl, don't run anymore. Since you dared to kill our lady, you should be prepared for this," said the old woman who seemed to be the leader of the pursuers. "

Hmph! My master said that vile woman deserves to die, so she deserves to die. I didn't kill her last time, but I will kill her again!" "..." the girl surnamed Mu said stubbornly.

Hearing this and seeing the situation, Wu Long was now almost certain that the girl surnamed Mu was Mu Wanqing. Mu Wanqing was also one of his targets. Seeing her in trouble, he certainly wouldn't stand idly by. Now he just wanted to figure out how to win her favor. He knew that Mu Wanqing had a strong aversion to men, and her feelings towards men had almost been assimilated by her master, Qin Hongmian. After thinking for a moment, Wu Long still felt that he should step forward immediately.

"You old women, you're so old, instead of taking care of your grandchildren at home, you're chasing after a young girl. Don't you feel ashamed?" Wu Long made up his mind and took the lead in walking in front of the old women and scolding them.

"Who are you, boy? Don't meddle in other people's business, get out of the way!"

The old women saw that Wu Long was standing up for Mu Wanqing, and they weren't sure who he was or how good he was.

"Who I am is none of your business. I just saw injustice and decided to help. You guys are bullying a young girl, so I have to do something about it!" "

Wu Long was secretly laughing to himself as he said this! He never thought he'd have the chance to say something like that, and even say it with such righteous indignation! He'd only ever seen actors say it in martial arts dramas before; saying it himself felt completely different!

Mu Wanqing, seeing someone standing up for her, remained silent, her expression blank, lost in thought. Zhong Ling, however, wasn't worried about Wu Long's ability to handle the danger; instead, she went to Mu Wanqing's side to talk to her. Although Mu Wanqing didn't particularly like talking to her, she always seemed to find something to talk about, constantly engaging Mu Wanqing in conversation.

"Hmph! If you don't move aside, don't blame us for being impolite!"

the old woman seemed to have lost her patience, directly threatening Wu Long.

"How do you want to be impolite?" ”。

其实武龙也不想多说了，只想快点把她们揍一顿就好，到时可以在木婉清心中留下一个好印象。

第一部堕落天龙世界第十六章木婉清2

第十六章

那个带头的老妪听到赵佶有些侮辱的话，也不在废话，直接从马上飞跃而下，举剑横披直刺，锋利的长剑带着杀气快速的朝武龙的脖子刺来，剑锋划过空气，发出“哧——！凄厉的摩擦声响起，显示出对方不俗的内力的修为，武龙却是淡然一笑哼，面对长剑不闪不避，在长剑刺到的瞬间，猛的用血肉着躯抓住长剑，那老驱被武龙这犹如疯狂的举动下了一条，武龙已经抓住她的剑，轻轻一甩，顿时老驱觉得一股无法想象的巨大力量传来，她的身体被仍出三十几米的距离。

Wu Long has now mastered the eighteenth level of the Northern Darkness Divine Art. His body has been tempered by the True Fire of the Sun to a level where it is invincible, surpassing any other form of external martial arts. Therefore, he is not afraid of the swords of a second-rate master like Lao Qu. Seeing Wu Long's incredible abilities, everyone was stunned. Wu

Long snorted coldly, and an incomparably powerful and terrifying killing intent slowly spread out, gradually extending with his steady and solid steps. The ferocious killing intent transformed into countless tangible tentacles that continuously extended and enveloped every tree, every branch, every leaf, and even every inch of land within a radius of several dozen meters around him. A wave of murderous aura wafted through the trees and leaves, spreading like morning mist. Beneath its seemingly calm exterior lay an extremely turbulent danger. This murderous aura was not as fierce and surging as before, violent enough to overwhelm reason and destroy will. Instead, it slowly seeped into the mind and body of every creature it enveloped, freezing their nerves and will without them even realizing it. It made them feel an irresistible danger and an inescapable fear from the bottom of their hearts, leaving this fear forever etched in their memories, never to be forgotten.

Everyone was stunned into silence by the murderous aura. Wu Long roared , "

Get lost!

" His voice was like a thunderbolt splitting the sky, like a thunderclap of ten thousand pounds, earth-shattering, and overwhelming, like a thunderclap crushing the heavens and earth; like the resounding of bells and drums, it captivated the mind. The pursuers felt as if they had been bombarded by terrifying sound waves, experiencing a violent dizziness. The roar was like rolling thunder, like the mighty Yangtze River, vast and endless. All the horses were so shaken by the terrifying sound waves that their bodies went limp, collapsing to the ground. Only Mu Wanqing's Black Rose, a rare breed, managed to resist. The old women hoarsely said:

"Alright, so it's a Shaolin master here. You little wretch, you've got lucky!"

Clearly, Wu Long's short hair and his earlier roar had led them to mistake him for a Shaolin monk. As they were about to leave, Mu Wanqing snorted coldly, her right hand rising. Wu Long, familiar with history books, knew she was about to use a hidden weapon. He instantly moved, using the ground as a bowstring, his body transforming into a black arrow, shooting towards a certain angle to the side and upwards. He grabbed Mu Wanqing's hand, saying,

"Miss, you mustn't!"

Mu Wanqing's hand was firmly grasped by Wu Long, who, having removed his gloves, held it tightly. She felt the warmth of his large palm, her pretty face flushing red, but she felt annoyed. She thought to herself that this strange man who looked like a monk was so audacious. She remembered slapping him, but knowing his martial arts were so high, she probably couldn't have hit him anyway. She glared angrily at Wu Long. Seeing Wu Long's resolute face, not exactly handsome but possessing a masculine aura, and his unusual way of cutting hair adding to his mystique, Mu Wanqing's heart trembled. The words of rebuke that reached her throat remained unspoken.

Wu Long felt the smooth, delicate hand in his, and his heart stirred. He unconsciously tightened his grip. Mu Wanqing, as if electrocuted, blushed and annoyed, saying,

"You scoundrel!"

*Swish swish—*

Two sharp sounds rang out, and two black, broken arrows shot towards Wu Long. Wu Long's body swayed, and the two arrows flashed past him, instantly embedding themselves deeply in the ground, their fletchings trembling. If he had hesitated even slightly, he would have been hit immediately. Even with Wu Long's "invulnerable" body, he would probably have died a gruesome death, because these kinds of arrows fired by crossbows are more terrifyingly lethal than some guns at close range; moreover, they were also coated with a deadly poison.

Wu Long broke out in a cold sweat, thinking to himself,

"She really is a beauty with thorns."

Zhong Ling was also surprised and exclaimed,

"Sister Mu, how could you stab Brother Wu?"

Mu Wanqing coldly replied,

"None of those men are good! Humph!"

Wu Long was somewhat embarrassed but did not refute, saying,

"I was indeed reckless just now, please don't take offense, Miss Mu."

Mu Wanqing was stunned for a moment, not expecting Wu Long to admit it so readily, something she wouldn't see with other men, but she remained silent. At this time, all of Madam Wang's men had already... Wu Long knew that Mu Wanqing rarely developed deep feelings for men. In Jin Yong's description, her feelings for Duan Yu were based on a "husband and wife" relationship and a slight attraction to him. It was only after seven days of waiting and longing for Duan Yu that these feelings deepened, and she finally fell in love with him.

To win her heart wasn't as simple as dealing with an innocent girl like Zhong Ling. Wu Long, however, thoroughly enjoyed the process and quickly changed the subject:

"Aunt Mu, Mother, who are these people? Why are they chasing you?"

Mu Wanqing didn't hide anything from him, since Wu Long had helped her earlier. He said,

"My master is called Yougu Ke. He received a letter from his junior sister saying that two women had caused us sisters a lifetime of suffering, and this great grudge must be avenged. One of these women is surnamed Wang and lives in Suzhou; the other is named Dao Baifeng and lives in Dali. My master and I traveled to Suzhou to kill the woman surnamed Wang, but she had many servants, and her place of residence was strange. We didn't even see her, and instead, her servants kept chasing us. I got separated from my master, so as agreed, I came south to Dali to meet my junior sister..."

Zhong Ling's eyes widened.

"I see. Did you encounter Duan Yu?"

"Duan Yu? Who is he?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Long immediately realized that history had deviated somewhat, but this was exactly what he wanted. He now possessed superb martial arts skills, and even without the advantage of knowing the plot, he feared nothing. Wu Long then smiled and said, "Dao Baifeng, the surname Dao. That's a very strange surname. It must be a surname from the Yi ethnic group."

Wu Long knew the answer in his heart, but still pretended to be deep in thought.

"Yes, that's right, it's that Yi woman, and she's also the princess of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion,"

Wu Long said. "Oh, then you can't go. The Prince's Mansion is heavily guarded. Not to mention the Duan family's One-Finger Divine Skill, even the four guards of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion—the Scholar, the Farmer, the Fisherman, and the Woodcutter—are all experts. You'd better not go."

"Hmph, I naturally can't beat her in a fair fight, but I don't believe she can dodge my hidden weapons," Mu Wanqing seemed very confident.

"How about this, we also have things to do in Dali, why don't we travel together?"

Mu Wanqing thought that Wu Long was highly skilled in martial arts, and with his help, there should be a great chance of killing that woman surnamed Bai, so she nodded in agreement.

The first part, Fallen Dragon World, Chapter Seventeen: The Hotel.

"Wife, there's a small restaurant here. Let's see what they have to eat."

A woman's voice laughed.

"Look at you, always looking like you're hungry."

A man and a woman walked into the small shop in town. These two were Gan Guanghao and Ge Guangpei of the Wuliang Sword Sect. They had secretly left the Wuliang Sword Sect and eloped. Passing by the town's inn, they wanted to eat something. Gan Guanghao laughed,

"Newlyweds, how can you eat your fill?"

Ge Guangpei spat and whispered with a laugh, "How heartless! If we were an old married couple, would we be full?"

Her voice was full of lewdness. The double entendre was quite suggestive. The two entered the restaurant and sat down. Gan Guanghao loudly called out,

"Waiter, bring the food and wine! Cut a bowl of beef first!"

The two were deeply engrossed in their passionate affair, their flirtatious banter oblivious to their surroundings. Just then, a woman entered, catching Gan Guanghao's attention. She wore a bamboo hat, a black veil obscuring her face, and was dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit. Her figure appeared somewhat slender. Based on his years of experience judging people, Gan Guanghao immediately determined that this was a woman, and a young girl at that. He wondered what her face looked like beneath the veil. The woman was entirely shrouded in black, with black silk gloves on her hands, and a black headscarf covering her face, making it impossible to see clearly.

Then his gaze fell upon the horse the woman was riding. The horse was black, slender, but with long, majestic legs. Its eyes gleamed, and its gaze was already exceptionally spirited. With two soft claps, it drew closer to their restaurant. Clearly, the hooves were very blue, indicating it was a fine horse.

Behind the woman sat a young girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a blue robe, with a radiant smile, extremely beautiful and charming. Gan Guanghao immediately recognized her; wasn't she the girl who had caused trouble for the scholar on Wuliang Mountain a few days ago? Her martial arts skills weren't great, but that strange weasel was truly terrifying. Ge Guangpei also noticed this, thinking to himself with a puzzled expression,

"I didn't expect her to be here too."

The waiter, seeing a customer arrive, hurriedly went to greet him. Having worked as a waiter for many years, he had a good eye and naturally recognized the horse's extraordinary qualities, exclaiming involuntarily, "What a fine horse!"

The woman coldly replied, "Whether the horse is good or not is none of your business."

Her voice was indeed melodious, but unfortunately, it was icy cold, devoid of warmth. The waiter shrank his neck, feeling very cold, and dared not say anything more. Zhong Ling, however, said,

"Brother waiter, could you please prepare some black beans, hay, and water for Black Rose?" The waiter nodded hurriedly. Mu

Wanqing and Zhong Ling dismounted and had the waiter bring the Black Rose. The two women entered. Zhong Ling had willow-leaf eyebrows, starry eyes, a delicate nose, cherry lips, and skin as smooth as jade. Her breasts trembled slightly beneath her light blue dress. Despite her young age, she possessed an enviable figure. Her skin was snow-white, and she was delicate and charming, looking exactly like a fairy! Many people stared at her. Mu Wanqing, however, snorted coldly and with a flick of her hand, a black short arrow was embedded in a table. Everyone felt a chill and dared not look any further. Gan Guanghao thought to himself,

"This hidden weapon technique is truly superb."

Zhong Ling chuckled softly,

"Sister Mu is so impressive, hehe. By the way, Sister, is it alright if we leave Brother Wulong behind like this? Black Rose is so fast. It's not right for me to send him to follow us."

Mu Wanqing said coldly,

"Let him lose him. I didn't force him to come." "

The words had barely left his lips when a hearty laugh rang out:

'How could that be? Where Ling'er and Miss Mu are, no matter how difficult it is, I'll catch up with you!'

A man dressed in black, with short hair, walked in. He was about 1.8 meters tall, and although not particularly handsome, he exuded a powerful and masculine aura that was truly striking. Zhong Ling saw him and immediately exclaimed happily,

'Brother Wu, you've come!'

Wu Long smiled slightly and said,

'Of course, Black Rose may be fast, but she can't keep up with me. Hmm, I'm hungry too, let's order something to eat.'

After saying that, he glanced at Yu Guanghao and the other man, and smiled slightly. "

"Brother Gan, Sister-in-law Gan, congratulations on your marriage! May you grow old together in harmony, and may the Eastern and Western branches of the Boundless Sword Sect

merge into one."

The two men exchanged glances. They didn't recognize Wu Long, but Wu Long knew them; he had witnessed their intimate moment somewhere. Wu Long's gaze fell on Ge Guangpei, noting her oval face, a few white freckles on her left cheek, and rather attractive appearance. Her figure was also quite good. Wu Long thought to himself, seeing him staring at Ge Guangpei, Zhong Ling pouted, and Mu Wanqing also snorted coldly, saying,

"Men are all the same."

Wu Long deliberately put on a serious expression and said,

"I think I saw four senior brothers from the Dao Gui Sect, carrying long swords, hurrying past the gate and heading east, as if they were chasing someone."

Gan Guanghao's face changed drastically, and without time to distinguish truth from falsehood, he hurriedly said to Ge Guangpei,

"Junior sister, let's go!"

Both of them showed some fear, and without even eating, they picked up their weapons and ran out. Wu Long found it amusing and said to the two women,

"Ling'er, Miss Mu, sit here, this seat is perfect."

Zhong Ling then realized his intention and giggled.

"Brother Wu, you're so naughty."

Wu Long was tickled by her laughter, and he gently squeezed her hand. Zhong Ling blushed slightly and glared at him. Mu Wanqing, seeing this, remembered that Wu Long had squeezed her hand earlier, and the strange warmth seemed to linger in her palm, making her feel inexplicably irritated.

"Shopkeeper, bring up your best wine."

Seeing Wu Long sit down opposite her, Mu Wanqing said coldly,

"I never drink!"

Wu Long laughed,

"Life without wine is like a colorless life. Wine reveals one's personality. The poet Li Bai raised his cup to invite the bright moon, to dispel eternal sorrows with you..." Wu Long used the words that had always worked for him when picking up girls in bars, coupled with his melancholy, deep, and masculine voice, and sure enough, Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing couldn't help but stare at him. Wu Long was feeling smug and was about to continue when a commotion arose. A man pleaded, "Uncle Wu, please beg your master! It's not that I don't want to pay the rent, I just can't afford it!"

Another man chuckled, "Cai Si, stop pretending. No money? We can pay with this grain! Someone, take the grain back!"

"No! Uncle Wu, please! My family of five relies on selling this to survive. If you leave, how will we live?" Wu Long squeezed through the crowd and saw a thin, honest middle-aged man clutching a basket of rice, pleading with a more well-dressed, narrow-eyed middle-aged man. He looked utterly pitiful.

But Old Master Wu, perhaps having encountered similar situations many times before, or perhaps truly heartless, changed his expression, his eyes hardening, and shouted, "Cai Si, I see you're refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a penalty shot! I'm giving you face, but you don't want it! Men, give him a good beating!"

Three or four servants rushed forward, and immediately, fists and kicks flew, as if the money Cai Si owed was theirs alone. Every punch and kick landed on his body, producing loud "bang bang" sounds, demonstrating the men's brutality.

Even though his body was in great pain from the beatings, Cai Si still clung tightly to his vegetable basket, as if each grain of rice inside was a pearl, his precious treasure. Indeed, for a peasant under feudal landlord rule, grain was perhaps their only treasure, the most precious thing they had obtained after a lifetime of toil, just as the poem says, "Who knows the hardship behind every grain of rice on the plate?" But how many people of later generations truly understand this? Wu Long couldn't help but sigh.

Despite this, Wu Long wasn't planning on playing the hero and saving Cai Si. Paying back debts is a matter of principle, and besides, this wasn't modern times. Even if he saved Cai Si this time, what about next time? And the time after that? Was Wu Long supposed to stay by his side forever? Wu Long disliked responsibility and didn't like bearing it. If he couldn't see things through to the end,

he might as well not help at all. As the old saying goes, "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime." Wu Long saved him this time, but next time he'd only be beaten more severely. Was it possible to teach him to fight back? Unless it was truly a matter of life and death. Whether in ancient or modern times, when faced with such situations, the ingrained mentality of most Chinese people is to endure and bide their time. To borrow Lü Xiucai's words, "A moment of forbearance brings calm, a step back opens up a vast sky." This saying has long been ingrained in the Chinese psyche like poison. But does enduring for a moment truly bring calm, and does taking a step back truly open up a vast sky? Wu Long didn't think so. Enduring for a moment doesn't guarantee peace, and taking a step back doesn't necessarily lead to a brighter future. There are those who are eager to cause trouble, and those who want to avoid it. But things don't always go as you wish. Your weakness will only make them bully you more. The idea that enduring for a moment guarantees peace and taking a step back leads to a brighter future is not actually true. It will only embolden them and won't protect you from being bullied.

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