[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (The Romantic Swordsman) (Complete) - 29

The first part of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World, Chapter 123: The Passion of Parting, The Temptation of the Child Granny (5).

Wu Long inadvertently noticed the two women's dazed expressions, and a slight smile unconsciously curved his lips. When the song reached its most melodious and moving point, Wu Long casually brushed the three white strings with his fingers. His internal energy involuntarily followed a strange path, three subtle streams of energy flowing from his ten fingers into the three white strings. After swirling within the instrument case, as if amplified, wave after wave of green energy sound waves, even more powerful than the Six Meridians Divine Sword, surged forth. Like light, it continuously leaked from between the strings and fingers, shooting into the pond in the courtyard. Like a high-explosive silent bomb, a water wall over three meters high was blasted high into the air by Wu Long's true energy emanating from the zither. Before it even landed, another water wall was created, continuous and endless. Countless water droplets floated out from the water walls, the tiny droplets sparkling and translucent in the setting sun. A gentle breeze blew, and the fine drizzle lightly fell on the faces and clothes of the two women, startling them into screams.

Wu Long was shocked; he hadn't expected this strange zither to automatically trigger sixty percent of his inner strength, forming such terrifying sonic true energy. A'Zhu and A'Zi, soaked to the bone, cried out,

"Husband [Brother-in-law], you're so mean! You're playing a trick on us!"

Wu Long innocently replied,

"I didn't! I don't know how this happened. By the way, where did this zither come from?"

A'Zhu asked...

"Ah, this zither... That day you asked us to take care of that big man with the axe, one of my father's four bodyguards named Gu Ducheng. After you left, he woke up and only said a few words to us before the Xingxiu Sect broke in. Thankfully, he held them off for a while. After Azi was captured by the Xingxiu Sect, he went berserk, hacking wildly in and out of the room before chasing after them. He hasn't returned yet. Today, while cleaning, I found a hidden compartment in a crack in the wall he was looking at that day; this zither was in there."

Wu Long then remembered Gu Ducheng. He hadn't expected the zither to be so strange. It reminded him of a movie he'd seen before, "The Six-Fingered Demon Zither." Just then, Qiao Feng and his son entered. Qiao Feng said,

"I didn't expect my second brother to not only be so skilled in martial arts but also so proficient in music. It's truly surprising."

Xiao Yuanshan asked,

"What happened to the pool water just now? Do you possess that legendary sonic power?"

Wu Long replied...

“Uncle, what happened just now was an accident. By the way, Uncle’s hidden danger has been cured, but it is not a complete cure. Shaolin martial arts are all derived from the Yi Jin Jing, so I think if Uncle practices the Yi Jin Jing, he should be able to truly cure his stubborn illness.”

Wu Long told A Zhu and A Zi to take the zither and leave to prepare dinner for everyone.

Xiao Yuanshan exclaimed in surprise,

"The Yi Jin Jing? My master once said that the highest level of Buddhist martial arts consists of only two texts: the Yi Jin Jing and the Xi Sui Jing. The latter has never appeared in the martial arts world, and no one has mastered the Yi Jin Jing for a hundred years. I haven't found it in my thirty years at Shaolin Temple."

Wu Long's heart stirred, and he said ,

"A senior who could teach someone as skilled as Uncle Chu must not be an unknown person. May I ask what your master's name is?"

Xiao Yuanshan sighed and said,

"My master never told me his name, but he was definitely a Han Chinese. I was just an ordinary nobleman's son back then. He saw that I had some talent, so he took me as his disciple. There were no rules, except that I must not kill a Han Chinese innocently. I broke his vow, and I have no face to mention him again."

Seeing that Xiao Yuanshan was unwilling to talk about it, Wu Long did not press him, and said:

"I was fortunate enough to obtain the Yi Jin Jing and its secrets. Cultivating the Yi Jin Jing requires a strong focus; I'm afraid you won't be able to master it completely, Uncle. However, just practicing the first chapter, 'Transforming Qi,' will resolve the conflicts arising from different internal energies."

Wu Long explained and demonstrated to Xiao Yuanshan. Curious by Wu Long's strange movements, Xiao Yuanshan followed his instructions, placing his feet close to his chest, crossing them behind his neck, and pulling his toes back with his hands. He silently visualized the Qi circulation route shown in the diagram. Soon, a surge of heat generated in his limbs, entering his dantian, passing through his dantian, winding around several times, reaching his head from his shoulders, and ending at the Baihui acupoint. The Baihui acupoint is one of the thirty-six fatal acupoints on the body, belonging to the Du meridian. It is the meeting point of the three Yang meridians of the hands and feet and the Du meridian; being struck there can result in unconsciousness or even immediate death. The Yi Jin Jing, however, takes the opposite approach, targeting the most dangerous points in the body. Its thirty-six diagrams begin with the thirty-six weakest acupoints, suggesting a strategy of pushing the opponent to the brink of death and then bringing them back to life. When the Yi Jin Jing is practiced to a high level, even these thirty-six supposedly fatal acupoints become filled with internal energy. These fatal points are not dead; all the acupoints in the body pulsate with internal energy, like a vast, endless ocean.

With undivided attention, Xiao Yuanshan channeled thirty-six streams of true energy into the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head. He slowly finished his practice, feeling refreshed and clear-headed, his mind clearer than ever before. When he regained consciousness, the table was already laden with food. Xiao Yuanshan exclaimed in surprise,

"I actually entered a meditative state? How long?"

Qiao Feng replied,

"Father, you've been meditating for two hours."

Xiao Yuanshan felt as if two hours had passed in the blink of an eye, and exclaimed in astonishment,

"Is this the Yi Jin Jing? It's truly miraculous! No wonder it's the highest level of Buddhist martial arts. Wu Long, you've actually generously passed on such a profound skill to others. My son was right about you."

Wu Long said:

"Uncle, you flatter me. Actually, because I cultivate the Beiming Divine Art, I cannot cultivate the Yi Jin Jing. My Xiaoyao Sect's Beiming Divine Art is different from all other internal martial arts in the world because it can draw upon the internal energy of others, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea. To be honest, Ding Chunqiu of the Xingxiu Sect was a traitor of my sect. He used a treacherous scheme to murder my master uncle. However, he only learned the superficial aspects of my sect's martial arts. After betraying his sect, he practiced with poison and created the Huagong Dafa, which can transform the internal energy of others. He then roamed the martial world, committing all sorts of evil deeds. One of the things I did when I entered the martial world was to cleanse my sect of its evil."

Xiao Feng was greatly surprised to hear this and sighed, "Brother, your sect is indeed extraordinary." "Tongfanxiang, Ding Chunqiu, who has plagued the martial world for many years, is nothing more than a discarded disciple of your sect."

Seeing that he didn't show any disgust because he had practiced a martial art that absorbed other people's internal energy, Wu Long said, "Our sect's doctrine follows Zhuangzi's thought: 'Riding the righteousness of heaven and earth, and controlling the changes of the six qi, to roam the boundless, the divine man has no merit, the sage has no name.' We are inherently a sect that transcends the world, which is why no one in the martial world knows our name." Although he hadn't truly joined the Xiaoyao Sect, he could probably still recite its doctrines. The sentence above came from Zhuangzi's "Free and Easy Wandering," and the Northern Sea Divine Skill manual also originated from "Free and Easy Wandering," which contains such a sentence. He just deliberately omitted the phrase "the perfect man has no self."

Xiao Feng's martial arts were unparalleled, but he wasn't well-read and had never heard of Zhuangzi's words before. However, he understood their meaning and looked worried, saying, "Brother, you've made enemies with the heroes of the Central Plains and traveled everywhere because of my affairs. Isn't that going against your sect's teachings?"

Wu Long laughed and said, "Brother, you're overthinking it. Our sect is named 'Xiaoyao' (逍遥, meaning carefree and unrestrained). As long as we don't do anything against our conscience, betray our masters, or our ancestors, we can do anything according to our heart's desire."

Xiao Feng sighed, "Brother, you are so carefree and open-minded. I am not as good as you." He had felt somewhat ashamed when he practiced the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing before, but after hearing Wu Long's words, he felt relieved. Thinking of this, a surge of pride welled up in his heart, and he said loudly, "Thank you, brother, for clearing up my worries. Come, let's drink!" With his mental shackles lifted, his craving for wine began to rise.

The three sat facing each other, drinking. "The dinner table is where people are most closely connected!" This was a classic saying. Over the course of the meal, Xiao Feng's relationship with his father, Xiao Yuanshan, was excellent. No matter what, Xiao Feng hadn't seen his biological father for thirty years. Now, even though he knew they were blood relatives, there was still a slight sense of estrangement. But over the meal, and with Shen Zui's deliberate and positive encouragement, this estrangement vanished completely. The two became unusually familiar, as if they had truly been father and son for thirty years.

Xiao Feng even told Shen Zui and Xiao Yuanshan about playing in the snow as a child. When he mentioned his adoptive parents, Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, and how they had both died at the hands of his biological father, he couldn't help but feel sorrow and sighed softly.

"Feng'er, do you resent your father for killing Qiao Sanhuai and his wife?" Xiao Yuanshan frowned and asked, hearing Xiao Feng sigh when he mentioned Qiao Sanhuai and his wife.

"Son…no, it was just a momentary feeling of sorrow!" Xiao Feng quickly replied, bowing. But when he said "no," he paused, clearly still harboring some resentment, though he didn't voice it for fear of affecting their father-son relationship. However, he was an honest man, not good at lying, so uttering this insincere statement made his expression somewhat unnatural.

Xiao Yuanshan, a shrewd and experienced man, could easily discern the tone in his son's words and understand the expression on his son's face. He knew that Xiao Feng deeply valued the kindness of Qiao Sanhuai and his wife in raising him, and that his killing of them had become a rift between father and son. But he didn't want to openly confront this rift, as that would inevitably damage their relationship. So, although he understood, he pretended not to understand and buried his head in his drink.

Seeing this, Wu Long couldn't help but say,

"Uncle, why are you doing this? So many years have passed, and you still can't let go of that matter?"

"Hahahaha~" Hearing Wu Long bring up the events at Yanmen Pass again, and recalling the scene of his clansmen and wife being slaughtered by the Han people, Xiao Yuanshan couldn't help but laugh bitterly, "Let go? Hahahaha! How can you expect me to let go? If your wife had been killed, could you let go?"

After a long silence, Qiao Feng said:

"Father, you spared Zhao Qiansun and the others back then, so why did you kill them in the end?"

Xiao Yuanshan still gritted his teeth and said, "Back then? Haha, good question. I was too merciful back then, which is why I spared their lives. But ever since I fell off the cliff and miraculously survived, I've realized that I want to live. I want to live and personally kill those who killed my wife and my family! All these years, I've gone through countless hardships to sneak into Shaolin Temple and steal martial arts skills. I haven't even dared to acknowledge my own son who lives so close to Shaoshi Mountain, all for..." "What is it all for? It's so that one day I can personally kill that great villain and those who participated in the murder of my wife and clansmen. My poor son, sent away for adoption at such a young age, not even allowed to acknowledge his own parents—how cruel is that? I have thought about secretly reuniting with Feng'er, but do I dare? Hmm! If they find out that Feng'er has reunited with me, my Feng'er will definitely be dead. There isn't a single good Han Chinese!"

After saying this, Xiao Yuanshan shouted hysterically. "You're wrong, Uncle!" Facing Xiao Yuanshan's somewhat crazed gaze, Wu Long fearlessly stepped forward and said, "Even if you can kill all those who murdered your wife, so what? You've always just been a pawn in their hands. Heh, how laughable!"

"What did you say! Say it again if you dare!" Hearing Wu Long describe his revenge as being a pawn, Xiao Yuanshan was furious and threatened him fiercely.

Ignoring the extremely threatening look in Xiao Yuanshan's eyes, which Zhao Qiansun perceived as deadly, Wu Long remained calm and said, "I'm telling you, from beginning to end, you've only ever been a pawn in someone else's game!" Seeing that Xiao Yuanshan seemed inclined to attack, Wu Long gestured for him to stop before continuing, "You may not believe me, but I can guarantee with my integrity that from beginning to end, you never knew that your hatred with the martial arts world of the Central Plains was just a show orchestrated by someone else."

Although he didn't understand what Wu Long meant by "director," Xiao Yuanshan understood the meaning of being played like a puppet. He looked at Wu Long with a questioning gaze, wanting to know what Wu Long was going to say next.

Seeing that Xiao Yuanshan had finally calmed down and wanted to hear the truth, Wu Long seemed very satisfied and continued,

"Uncle, you must have endured humiliation and lived a life of hiding all these years, and you must have found out some of the truth about the ambush of your Khitan warriors by Central Plains experts, right? In fact, that tragedy was actually orchestrated by a man named Murong Bo."

"The Murong Clan of Gusu? The Murong Family of Jiangnan?" Xiao Yuanshan clearly knew who Murong Bo was, and upon hearing Wu Long's words, he immediately exclaimed in a low voice.

“Indeed, it is this man! Uncle, do you know Murong Bo’s true identity?” Wu Long looked up at Xiao Yuanshan, but Xiao Yuanshan completely ignored him, coldly snorting, “Speak, don’t play games with me.”

Wu Long awkwardly touched his nose, not expecting Xiao Yuanshan to be such a difficult character, not even under his control. No problem, he’ll surprise you soon enough. He quickly composed himself and dropped a bombshell on Xiao Yuanshan: “This Murong Bo of Gusu’s ancestors were not actually Han Chinese, but descendants of the Xianbei people during the Five Barbarian Invasions. Back then, he deceived all the martial arts practitioners in the Central Plains, saying that you would lead a large number of Khitan warriors to raid Shaolin Temple, wanting to seize the martial arts secrets treasured in Shaolin Temple, and teach all the Liao soldiers to practice the ultimate martial arts of the Central Plains, so that you could eventually seize the Song Dynasty…”

"What?! Damn it!" Before Wu Long could finish his bombshell, Xiao Yuanshan, this man from Liaodong, couldn't take it anymore and burst out cursing. The emotions he had been trying to hide could no longer be concealed. In front of Wu Long, he cursed, "That damned old devil Murong, how dare he spew such filth and slander my Khitan warriors! I have martial arts taught by my master, why would I care about mere Central Plains martial arts!"

Wu Long was very surprised to see Xiao Yuanshan's violent reaction. He never expected that Xiao Yuanshan was such a bold and unrestrained man. He patted Xiao Yuanshan on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down. Xiao Yuanshan didn't react to Wu Long's actions. He just glared at Wu Long, panting heavily, wanting to hear what he had to say next. But in Wu Long's eyes, his expression had changed. It was as if Wu Long was his greatest enemy.

Wu Long coughed and said to Xiao Yuanshan, "The reason Murong Bo did this is simply for the mission passed down from their ancestors: to restore their Great Yan Kingdom. He deceived all the martial arts practitioners in the Central Plains, instigating them to intercept and kill your clansmen and your wife, all to anger the emperor of the Liao Kingdom and provoke Liao into war with the Song Dynasty. Once the two countries are at war, chaos will naturally ensue, and the Murong Xianbei people can then seize the opportunity to rise up and achieve their goal of restoring Great Yan and re-establishing their kingdom."

"So that's how it is! No wonder those martial arts practitioners in the Central Plains were so cruel back then, not even sparing the children among our hunting clansmen. They were truly ruthless! Murong Bo is really cunning! Hehe." At this point, Xiao Yuanshan couldn't help but laugh sadly.

"Uncle, now that the truth is clear, you should know that those people didn't deserve to die, right?"

Qiao Feng asked in surprise,

"Is what you say true, Second Brother?"

Wu Long replied,

"Brother, I would never lie to you."

Wu Long hadn't wanted to say it so soon, but now that the alcohol was taking effect and he thought of Qiao Feng's tragic ending in the original story, he couldn't help but finally speak up. He then said to Xiao Yuanshan, "Uncle, I'm saying all this just to make you understand one thing: if the Han people hadn't adopted my elder brother, he probably wouldn't even have a skeleton left by now. So where does this talk of the Han people not letting you acknowledge him come from? It's nothing more than your own desire for revenge. As for Murong Bo, I have to tell you some good news, Uncle: that old bastard isn't dead at all!"

A bolt from the blue! Absolutely a bolt from the blue! Xiao Yuanshan, who had been indifferent to Wu Long's words, was suddenly shocked and suspicious when he heard Wu Long say that the mastermind behind the deaths of his wife and clansmen was still alive. He grabbed Wu Long's shoulder, asking uncertainly, "What? You said Murong Bo isn't dead?!"

Wu Long impatiently pried Xiao Yuanshan's hand away. If it weren't for Xiao Yuanshan's status, Wu Long would have already made him lose his resistance, and wouldn't have let him hold his shoulder. Seeing Xiao Yuanshan's eager expression for an answer, Wu Long didn't want to keep him in suspense any longer, and said definitively, "Murong Bo isn't dead. The rumors of Murong Bo's death circulating in the martial arts world were all orchestrated by him. And perhaps you've even fought him, Uncle! Because he, like you, has become an invisible person, focusing on secretly learning the Shaolin Temple's secret techniques!"

"Him?!" Xiao Yuanshan immediately thought of the guy he often encountered back when he first secretly learned Shaolin martial arts—a fellow dressed in black with the same purpose. He never imagined that guy was actually Murong Bo, the culprit who caused his family's destruction! Thinking back to how he hadn't killed him then because they were both just sparring, Xiao Yuanshan was filled with regret. Since Murong Bo's martial arts skills had suddenly improved a few years ago, their sparring had gone from him dominating to being evenly matched. Now, killing him easily was probably no longer a realistic possibility. (

Chapter 124 of the first part of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World: The Passion of Parting, The Temptation of the Child Granny 6)

After Wu Long told Xiao Yuanshan and his son about the events at Yanmen Pass thirty years ago, both were furious. Impatiently, they bid farewell to Wu Long and the others, left the inn, and set off for Shaolin to investigate Murong Fu. But with Xiao Feng gone, the two brothers didn't know when they would meet again. However, "all good things must come to an end," and life is full of partings and reunions. "

Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead, for who in the world doesn't know you!" Wu Long, holding a bowl of wine, softly recited this line, smiling at Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan opposite him, "Brother, Uncle, take care!"

"Take care!" Xiao Feng and his son, each holding a bowl of wine, returned the toast. Then the three looked at each other, raised their heads, and drank. After finishing their bowls, they threw them to the ground, laughing heartily amidst the shattering sound. Amidst the laughter, the Xiao father and son bowed to Wu Long, then turned and mounted their horses.

"Until we meet again!" Xiao Feng and his son bowed again from their horses.

"Until we meet again!" Wu Long and the other two also bowed in farewell. With a shout of "Giddy up!", the horses galloped away. Wu Long watched the two figures and their horses disappear from sight before returning to the inn. A'Zhu and A'Zi asked curiously,

"Why did Master Qiao leave so late?"

Wu Long looked at A'Zhu, remembering her childhood in the Murong family and the emotional attachment she felt, and didn't want to tell her the truth, so he made up an excuse. While the three women ate, Wu Long, finding nothing to do, went to the top of the bamboo grove in the courtyard, standing on a slender bamboo branch to enjoy the feeling of soaring through the air, and also to practice his lightness skill.

He loved the feeling of standing on the soft, thin branches, swaying in the air, a feeling of walking on air and flying with the wind. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation; a gentle breeze blew, the bamboo branches swayed softly. He merged with heaven and earth, feeling all things. He was immersed in it, feeling his mind dissolve into the deep sky and the vast earth. He could hear every subtle sound, even the sound of the wind blowing snow from the treetops and falling to the ground. At the same time, a similar image would appear in his mind. It was so real, so clear.

It gave him a sense of loneliness, a yearning to ride the wind and return home. He didn't dislike this feeling; being alone, venturing into the world by himself, had always been a chivalrous dream in his heart. Although he had considered the idea of traveling the world with a partner, he still preferred the carefree freedom of being alone. Moreover, sometimes having someone else would bring a lot of trouble. Especially women; their needs in every aspect of life—food, clothing, shelter, and transportation—were more refined, meticulous, and comfortable than men's. He had to consider how to ensure they didn't suffer any grievances. And when danger arose, he would have to divide his attention to take care of them. Although he liked women, sometimes he also found them troublesome. In short, it wasn't as carefree and unrestrained as being alone.

This had little to do with whether or not they were in love. Someone once said that to love someone is to love everything about them, including their flaws. If two people truly love each other, they can tolerate each other. Even if you love this book from the very beginning, its flaws are still flaws. While you may be tolerant, it doesn't mean you'll like it. If you can travel alone simply and freely, why bring someone else along to create trouble? That's his logic. Having beautiful women by your side, embracing each other, chatting and laughing, is certainly joyful. But being alone, carefree and at ease, is also pleasant.

"When the Peng bird migrates to the Southern Ocean, it stirs up the water for three thousand miles, soars up ninety thousand miles on the whirlwind, and departs with the breath of six months."

Wu Long suddenly recalled this passage from Zhuangzi, and his internal energy began to circulate mysteriously. With a shake of his arms, he soared into the sky like a great bird, gliding upwards. He had already stopped breathing through his mouth and nose, immediately switching to internal breathing, his internal energy flowing continuously through his Ren and Du meridians. His body was as light as a feather, carried by the whistling wind and air currents. Wu Long felt as if his muscles were filled with countless tiny channels through which air circulated. He seemed to have truly become a roc! He truly felt as if he were riding the wind. Carefully controlling the air currents around him, he constantly adjusted his direction and flew upwards like an eagle. In the blink of an eye, he had flown more than ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) without needing to land to catch his breath. He remained floating in the air, just like a bird.

Night had fallen. Wu Long looked out the window and stepped away. Ruan Xingzhu approached and said,

"Wu Lang, you seem very sad?"

Wu Long replied,

"Nothing, just a little homesick."

The moonlight shone on Wu Long, giving him a melancholic air. Ruan Xingzhu was surprised that someone as domineering and strong as Wu Long could also have a vulnerable side. She gently embraced him, and Wu Long, snapping out of his reverie, returned her embrace. His body was warm and soft against hers, and Wu Long gently caressed her. Ruan Xingzhu was only wearing a tight-fitting nightgown, which clung tightly to her body, revealing her exceptionally alluring figure. Her breasts were firm, her waist slender, and her hips, accentuated by the tight-fitting robe, appeared high, round, and pert—already incredibly captivating. The nightgown was a seductive bright red, and Wu Long had felt a burning sensation in his body the moment he first saw her. Now, with her delicate body in his arms, her breasts and slender waist pressed against his, no man could remain unmoved.

"Don't move, you're so naughty, you're lying to me again."

Ruan Xingzhu was already stunningly beautiful, and with her coquettish charm, how could Wu Long resist? It was as if he were holding a furnace, hot and burning, as he lifted her small mouth and lowered his head to kiss her. His legs, like crab claws, tightly hooked around Ruan Xingzhu's lower body, his knees pressing against her beautiful buttocks, rubbing against her body. His erect penis was already high, occasionally touching between Ruan Xingzhu's legs, as if seeking a hole to enter, to have a passionate, tumultuous lovemaking.

Ruan Xingzhu was aroused by Wu Long, and she simply wrapped her arms around his neck, focusing on a tongue battle with him. Wu Long entered Ruan Xingzhu's mouth, their tongues intertwining, saliva flowing, their tender tongues chasing and playing like fish in a deep pool, entwining and twisting, enjoying the tenderness to the fullest.

Wu Long's large hands roamed freely over Ruan Xingzhu's back, then moved down to caress her round buttocks, causing her great discomfort. Her body writhed, her high, firm buttocks swaying as if in response to Wu Long's caresses. After his touch on Ruan Xingzhu's back and buttocks was complete, Wu Long's hands continued to caress her body's curves upwards, finally reaching her chest. He grasped her breasts, his fingers digging in and gently rotating them.

Their lips parted, but their eyes remained locked, burning with passion no less intense than their previous lingering kiss. Especially under Wu Long's caresses, Ruan Xingzhu felt a surge of heat throughout her body, as if a fire were burning within her. Her breasts, firm and full, seemed brimming with milk, painfully swollen, as if a mere squeeze would release fluid. Her heavy breasts desperately needed gentle comfort.

Wu Long's grasp of Ruan Xingzhu's breasts was perfectly timed, offering some relief from their swelling. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her cherry lips exhaling a fragrant breath that brushed against Wu Long's face, further arousing him. He lifted her robe and began to knead her ample breasts with his hands. While Wu Long was removing her robe, her hands were not idle either. In terms of skill and speed in undressing alone, Wu Long was no match for her. So, the instant her robe and underwear were stripped away, Wu Long was already completely naked.

Ruan Xingzhu gasped softly, her arms involuntarily tightening around her, immediately causing Wu Long to roll over and press his entire body against her delicate, voluptuous form. Her eyes were alluring, radiating waves of electricity towards Wu Long, her entire being like a warm, powerful magnet, drawing him in and preventing him from leaving.

He was completely absorbed in the exquisite process of possessing Ruan Xingzhu, hoping to etch every second deeply into his memory. Combing through Ruan Xingzhu's smooth, long hair, Wu Long began to caress her smooth, fair face. His lips moved slowly down her forehead, cheeks, and neck, kissing almost every corner of her snow-white body. His hands roamed over her pristine body, her satin-like skin so soft and delicate it seemed to melt between his fingers. He even pressed his body against her soft, beautiful form, carefully savoring the soft, moist, and cool sensations of her body.

In this quiet room, two bodies, completely free of clothing, were pressed tightly together, as if they were inseparable, like water and milk blending together. With both hands, he gently kneaded Ruan Xingzhu's full, tender breasts. Her snow-white, delicate, and flawless skin seemed to belong only to a celestial goddess. Atop those firm, full, and pure snow-capped peaks, two delicate, rosy nipples stood proudly like red plum blossoms braving the snow in the crisp wind.

He took these jade-like treasures into his mouth and suckled them gently. The crystal-clear, white breasts were not only smooth and elastic but also emitted a sweet and intoxicating fragrance, making him feel as if he could fly with pleasure. Moving past her towering breasts and across her flat abdomen, Wu Long explored Ruan Xingzhu's round and full mons pubis. The fine, dark pubic hair was so soft, forming a black forest that tightly guarded the woman's most precious and mysterious entrance.

Wu Long lifted Ruan Xingzhu's jade-like body and placed it on the edge of the table, letting her long, white, beautiful legs hang down naturally, creating a beautiful curve in her smooth, soft body. He knelt before her, trembling as he held her fair, warm legs in his arms, continuing to lick and suckle them. Her crystal-clear, beautiful legs were so delicate and soft that he couldn't help but bury his head in them, hoping that her tender and beautiful body could quell the burning desire within him.

Wu Long cupped Ruan Xingzhu's exquisite white feet in his hands, bringing them to his lips to savor them: the delicate skin on the soles of her feet was so white it was almost transparent, inspiring an urge to kiss them; the smooth, polished arches of her feet traced a beautiful arc, like a crescent moon in the night sky; her long, elegant toes were adorned with small, neat toenails, the transparent nail polish reflecting a soft, beautiful sheen under the light.

Holding her smooth, translucent ankles, Wu Long slowly parted them, revealing Ruan Xingzhu's private parts shyly. He placed Ruan Xingzhu's feet on his shoulders, then straightened up, leaving her lower body bent and fixed in place. Looking down along the inside of her smooth, translucent thighs, where the snow-white skin met, beneath the dense, soft black pubic hair, a pink, mysterious garden had already unveiled its veil. Ruan Xingzhu's completely naked body was presented to him

, her face as beautiful as a fairy, her curves exquisite and shapely, her skin as smooth as jade, her waist so slender it could be grasped in one hand, her long, white thighs, her breasts rising opposite each other, and between her thighs a lush mound of pubic hair, topped with two tightly closed labia, the upper part of the opening revealing a clitoris the size of a soybean—all of this constituted a breathtakingly beautiful primal picture.

Seeing Ruan Xingzhu's shy and alluring demeanor, Wu Long's manhood surged again, becoming hot and hard. He pressed his body against Ruan Xingzhu, lying on the bed with her. Without any hesitation, he forcefully pushed Ruan Xingzhu down, thrusting his entire body into her. The moonlight streaming through the window was gradually fading, as if dark clouds had once again obscured the full moon. It seemed as if the moon was too shy to peek at the heart-pounding scene on the lawn, letting the darkness veil its vision. The cool breeze continued to blow, and the sounds drifting from the room gradually changed from soft, languid whispers to moans that sounded like weeping, finally turning into a long, desperate cry, accompanied by the sounds of intense flesh colliding.

Ruan Xingzhu, amidst Wu Long's fierce assault, did not only cry out softly; her full, rounded legs were tightly wrapped around Wu Long's waist, her slender waist twisting wildly up and down. The frenzied thrusting, coupled with her sweet, seductive moans, made her already stunningly beautiful face, etched with an expression of ecstasy, appear even more alluring. Her already captivating beauty, enhanced by fiery desire, became even more alluring and seductive.

Suddenly, Ruan Xingzhu's upper body jerked upwards, letting out a long hiss. Her beautiful eyes widened, and an alluring rose-red hue instantly covered her entire jade-like body. Then, a long, shuddering sensation followed, as her voluptuous body was slammed down heavily by Wu Long. Her eyes glazed over, her nostrils flared, and her exquisitely red lips trembled for a moment before she began to pant. Her alluring nature meant her orgasm was naturally more intense and powerful than most.

But Wu Long had not yet quelled his lust, launching an even more ferocious attack on the beauty beneath him. Moments later, the lawn was filled with the sounds of lewd moans. Then, the captivating moans stopped and started again, stopped and started again; even Ruan Xingzhu herself lost count of how many times she had died.

Each time that bone-deep pleasure surged, her vagina felt like a lava eruption, as if her soul had been scattered. Then, the frenzied energy she had just felt receded like the tide as the ecstasy of orgasm spread, leaving her body like a puddle of mud, utterly powerless. She doubted she could muster even the slightest strength.

After several climaxes, Ruan Xingzhu had lost track of time; she truly felt utterly exhausted. Looking up, Wu Long's handsome face was still flushed, his eyes still burning with desire. With a surge of tenderness, she clamped her legs around her lover's waist and thrust upwards with all her might, forcefully pulling his head down. She pressed her lips to his, kissing his face passionately, sometimes even biting his facial muscles with her pearly teeth, leaving no spot untouched—his nose, eyes, and ears.

"My lord, my dear lord, I'll give you... Xingzhu will give you everything!"

Ruan Xingzhu suddenly opened her eyes, her watery pupils still bearing traces of passion, her charm tinged with surprise. Her small face still showed some weariness, but having been nourished, it radiated a captivating beauty. A blush, imbued with the scent of spring, seemed to possess a magical power on her delicate features, a languid beauty that was almost

blinding, a mature and alluring charm enhanced by a touch of youthful tenderness.

Seeing this, Wu Long sighed, "So the best medicine for making a woman beautiful is still the love between men and women. Meifeng is even more radiant now than before, reaching the pinnacle of beauty!"

"Are you clearly insulting me?" Ruan Xingzhu, seeing Wu Long's intimate words, felt both surprised and confused, and seized the opportunity to act coquettishly. She stretched out her slender, lotus-root-like arms, wrapping them around Wu Long's neck like a snake.

Wu Long said smugly, "Come on, give me a kiss." He then hugged her tightly and gave her soft waist a good squeeze.

Ruan Xingzhu obediently leaned in and kissed Wu Long's cheek, gently resting her head against his neck. For a moment, his warm breath filled her nostrils, the delicate fragrance of his hair wafting through the air. Ruan Xingzhu gazed at Wu Long with a slightly strange expression, as if looking at a beloved possession, her eyes tender and full of affection. She had seen many handsome men, but Wu Long's appearance still surprised and puzzled her greatly. His face seemed to possess a beauty that could steal the world, yet also a magical charm. Ruan Xingzhu had never imagined that physical appearance could be so breathtaking. These were the most beautiful and captivating eyes she had ever seen, their deep, intelligent light shining through their enchanting autumn-like depths. Her heart pounded like a tidal wave, yet she couldn't calm herself.

Wu Long was truly a natural, deadly poison for women. Ruan Xingzhu didn't refuse Wu Long's request; she tilted her head back and gently kissed his forehead with her soft lips. Wu Long tilted his head, his face pressed against one of Ruan Xingzhu's full breasts through her thin nightgown, his nose brushing against the other. His head moved restlessly, trying to feel the two soft mounds.

Wu Long finally couldn't resist and pushed Ruan Xingzhu down onto the bed again. As Ruan Xingzhu's moans grew louder and more excited, her orgasms came earlier and earlier, her body gradually became more sensitive, and she completely lost control. After

five rounds of passion, the climax finally subsided, and she fell into a deep, exhausted sleep. She felt light and airy. "Ahhh!" she cried out, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in her lower body. She gripped Wu Long's shoulders and back, then embraced him. They made love

passionately, their love intense and lingering.

Part 1: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 126: The Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm Mistakenly Enters the Divine Condor Heroes 1

"Boom!"

Standing ten meters away, Wu Long unleashed a palm strike, cleaving a tree as thick as a man's waist in two with a perfectly smooth break. Satisfied, Wu Long suddenly transformed his palm into a claw, instantly drawing the fallen branches and leaves into his hand, forming a large ball. With a deafening roar, Wu Long's inner force exploded, burning the ball to ashes. Wu Long muttered to himself,

"My inner force is becoming increasingly powerful. The temperature of my true energy reaching several hundred degrees Celsius is unleashed, but due to internal injuries, I can't fully utilize it. It seems I need to find the Ice Silkworm. But I've been in Kunlun for a month and haven't found anything."

Kunlun Mountain, also known as Kunlun Xu, Kunlun Qiu, or Jade Mountain, is characterized by its undulating peaks, deep and ancient forests, and beautiful scenery. Every spring and summer, the mountains are ablaze with verdant trees and vibrant flowers, adding to its charm. After parting ways with the three women a month ago, Wu Long finally arrived at Kunlun Mountain after a long journey. He was captivated by the scenery before him. After several days of sightseeing, he finally remembered that his purpose was to find the Ice Silkworm. However, the Ice Silkworm was not so easy to find. Despite having the Divine Wood King Cauldron and knowing that the Ice Silkworm preferred poisonous creatures, finding such a small Ice Silkworm in the vast Kunlun Mountains was like finding a needle in a haystack!

Wu Long was not in a hurry. During the day, he led the group to explore the scenery of Kunlun while searching for the Ice Silkworm. At night, he practiced his internal energy cultivation. In any case, the Kunlun Mountains were rich in resources, so he didn't have to worry about going hungry. Wu Long reached into his robes and took out a small, dark yellow wooden cauldron, which he had borrowed from A Zi. He then took out a small cloth bag from his robes, opened it, and found several pieces of yellow, black, and purple spices inside. He pinched a small amount from each piece of incense, placed it in the cauldron, and lit it with a flint and steel. He then closed the lid and burned the incense inside. After waiting for over an hour, he heard rustling sounds from the grass, indicating the approach of some snake or insect.

The sounds were loud and unusual. A foul stench, nauseating to most, accompanied the unusual noise. You Tanzhi held his breath and watched as the tall grass parted, revealing a large python with a white body and black markings, its head triangular with a prominent, raised growth on its head. Snakes and insects were rare in the north, and this python was particularly unusual. The python circled the cauldron, its body two zhang long and thicker than an arm; how could it possibly fit inside? But smelling the incense and the cauldron's aroma, it used its large head to ram the cauldron.

Wu Long, somewhat disappointed, stood up and strode towards the python. Hearing the sound, the snake immediately coiled up, raised its head, and extended its blood-red tongue, hissing as it prepared to pounce. Just then, a sudden gust of cold wind swept over him, and he saw a line of fire burning from the western corner, instantly reaching him. Upon closer inspection, he realized it wasn't fire, but something crawling through the grass. The grass withered and scorched upon contact, and the cold intensified. He stepped back a few paces and saw the yellow line of scorched grass moving towards the wooden cauldron—it was a silkworm.

This silkworm was pure white, like jade, with a slight bluish tinge. More than twice the size of an ordinary silkworm, it resembled an earthworm, its body transparent like crystal. The python, which had been menacing, now seemed terrified, desperately trying to hide its large, triangular head beneath its body. The crystal silkworm swiftly and rapidly crawled up the python's body, its ascent like a blazing ember, burning a scorch line along the python's spine. Reaching the snake's head, the python's long body split in two. The silkworm burrowed into the venom sac beside the python's head, sucking up the venom. In an instant, its body swelled considerably, appearing from a distance like a crystal bottle filled with bluish-purple liquid.

Wu Long was both surprised and delighted, whispering, "The thousand-year-old ice silkworm has finally arrived!!" Knowing the millennium -

old ice silkworm was extremely alert, he refrained from rash action and waited for an opportunity. The silkworm circled the wooden cauldron once, then crawled onto it, leaving a scorch mark on the cauldron where it passed. As if possessed, the silkworm, after crawling around the cauldron, seemed to know that entering it would mean certain death. Unlike other poisonous creatures, it didn't enter the cauldron,

but instead climbed down and headed northwest.

Wu Long quickly took out a brocade and covered the cauldron, picked it up, and chased after the silkworm. Although the silkworm was a small insect, it moved with incredible speed, covering several meters in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, the scorch mark left in its wake prevented it from disappearing completely.

To Wu Long's surprise, he encountered a group of martial arts practitioners halfway through their journey—five people, four men and one woman. They were all young men, the oldest appearing to be no more than thirty. The youngest was a woman among them, who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen, and was exceptionally beautiful. She possessed a gentle demeanor, with a delicate and beautiful face, soft and smooth black hair, and gentle eyes. Even her walk was incredibly graceful, making her seem as if she were made of water.

Each of the five carried a sheathed longsword, and judging from the identical style and design of their swords, they were likely from the same sect. However, the colors of the tassels on their swords differed: blue, red, yellow, white, and black. The gentle woman's tassel was black, while the oldest-looking one's tassel was... The color was cyan.

Wu Long didn't want to cause any trouble, so he didn't let the five people notice him. They walked and talked, not deliberately lowering their voices, just slightly softer. Even without consciously listening, Wu Long could hear them clearly. Just from their accents, he knew none of them were from the Central Plains. From their conversation, he learned that they were indeed from the same sect, addressing each other as fellow disciples. The oldest was the senior brother, and the youngest woman was the junior sister. This junior sister rarely spoke, mostly listening. Although she spoke little, she did say a few words. Wu Long felt that her voice matched her personality—gentle and refined.

Normally, Wu Long might have been curious… He was currently chasing the Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm, so he quickly left. His lightness skill was too high, and the five youths didn't notice him at all. After chasing for several more miles, Wu Long discovered that the Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm had actually drawn a large circle and turned back. Wu Long was a little puzzled and quickly followed.

Suddenly, he saw a short, fat monk surrounded by the five men, each wielding a five-colored sword tassel, on the main road about forty or fifty steps ahead. The fat monk now had a monk's knife in his hand and was cautiously guarding against the five men around him. The five men had also drawn their longswords. The second junior brother, holding a longsword with a red tassel, pointed his sword at the fat monk and shouted, "You stinking bald thief, where do you think you're going to run this time?" The eldest senior brother, holding a longsword with a blue tassel, said to the fat monk, "Elder monk, I advise you to obediently surrender and hand over the Ice Silkworm." Otherwise, if we start fighting later and things get out of control, it could cost you your life, which would be disastrous.

Upon hearing the words "Ice Silkworm" in his words, Wu Long's expression changed. Looking at the short, stout monk surrounded by them, who resembled a large ball of flesh, he thought, "So this fat monk is the monk Huijing who captured the Ice Silkworm from Kunlun Mountain. What a coincidence!" Actually, this wasn't entirely his fault. Huijing only appeared a few times in the original book. Although he knew Huijing was a short, stout monk who drank and ate meat, he couldn't possibly recognize him at first glance. But when the eldest brother of the five mentioned "Ice Silkworm," he suddenly realized. It

turned out that the thousand-year-old Ice Silkworm had already been taken by Huijing. Thinking of this, Wu Long wasn't in a hurry to immediately seize it. He planned to observe the situation and decide what to do next, and also to see who these five people were. At this moment, the monk Huijing turned halfway around, facing the eldest brother who held a longsword with a blue tassel, and said:

"I painstakingly searched for this treasure all the way from the summit of Kunlun Mountain, how can I hand it over to you with just a word? Hmph, you even managed to kill me in a moment of weakness? If you have the ability, come and try it. Although I am a monk, I am not someone to be trifled with!"

Before the eldest brother could reply, the second brother interrupted: "You thieving bald man, how dare you say that? Since this Ice Silkworm was produced on the summit of Kunlun Mountain, it belongs to my Kunlun Sect. Knowing that it belongs to someone, you still came to steal it and even killed my Kunlun Sect disciples. Do you think my Kunlun Sect has no one to rely on? Eldest brother, please let me teach this thieving bald man a lesson and let him experience the power of the Shaolin skills that have shaken the Central Plains!" This last sentence was addressed to his eldest brother.

"These five are actually from the Kunlun Sect." Upon hearing his second junior brother's words, Wu Long pondered for a moment, thinking to himself, "These five are chasing after Monk Huijing to retrieve lost items, but there are some changes from the original story. The original text doesn't mention this part, but just because it's not mentioned doesn't mean it didn't happen. Huijing stole from the Kunlun Sect and injured their disciples; how could they not pursue him? In the original story, the Kunlun Sect never actually appears; only Kumārajīva fights with the high monks of Tianlong Temple in Dali." During the sword-wielding era, none of the high monks could master the Six Meridians Divine Sword, so they devised a method where each monk practiced one meridian, creating the Six Meridians Sword Formation. Kumārajīva once sarcastically remarked that while its power was immense, it was at best comparable to the Shaolin School's Bodhidharma Sword Formation and the Kunlun School's Chaos Sword Formation. The Kunlun School was only mentioned briefly in Kumārajīva's statement and never again. Unexpectedly, today he encountered a disciple of the Kunlun School.

What puzzled Wu Long was that the Kunlun School was founded by He Zudao in the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber world, so why did it also exist in the Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils world? Yes, the name Emei School existed since the Spring and Autumn Period, but it later declined drastically, and Guo Xiang merely rebuilt it. Since Kumārajīva compared the Kunlun School's Chaos Sword Formation to the Shaolin School's Bodhidharma Sword Formation, its power must be immense. Presumably, their sword techniques must also possess some brilliance, and today, by chance, he could take this opportunity to witness it. Thinking this, he

fixed his gaze on the scene. Although his thoughts had been swirling for a long time, they were but a fleeting moment in the blink of an eye. At this moment, the eldest disciple of the Kunlun Sect responded to his second junior brother's request, adding a word of caution: "Second junior brother, be careful!" Then he winked at the other three, who understood and retreated with him to a distance of about two zhang. They each stood on one side, guarding the four sides to prevent Huijing from escaping. Since Wu Long chased them here, they had all noticed him, assuming he was in a hurry and would probably go around them if they blocked the road. However, he stopped after approaching a short distance and watched quietly. The five couldn't figure out his intentions, but since he didn't provoke them and this wasn't their territory, they couldn't just drive him away without reason. They just kept a close eye on him. Huijing,

the monk in the middle, brandished his dagger in front of him, stared at the second junior brother of Kunlun, and snorted, "Things produced in Kunlun Mountain are your Kunlun Sect's? Bah! Does that mean the entire Kunlun Mountain area for thousands of miles belongs to your Kunlun Sect? This ice silkworm is produced at the top of Kunlun, naturally grown and raised by nature. It wasn't raised by your Kunlun Sect, so why should it belong to your Kunlun Sect?" "I caught this Heavenly Silkworm first, so it's mine."

The second junior brother said, "Although this Ice Silkworm wasn't raised by our Kunlun Sect, my master sent people to guard it for three years. We were just about to catch it when you, you stinking bald thief, beat us to it." With that, he brandished his longsword, adopted a starting stance, and shouted, "You stinking bald thief, stop twisting the truth here! Let's settle this with our swords! Take this!" As soon as he finished speaking, his longsword trembled and thrust out swiftly. Midway through its trajectory, the tip of the sword twitched, delivering a double strike, attacking Huijing's left and right shoulders.

Seeing this, Wu Long thought to himself,

"Regardless of whether this Kunlun Sect is the one from the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber world, their members' personalities are the same. These so-called righteous sects..."

"I'll also see what kind of skills your Kunlun Five Elements Sword has!" "Huijing shouted, flipping her monk's knife upwards to parry the sword of the second junior brother of the Kunlun Sect.

Upon hearing the words "Kunlun Five Elements Sword" in Huijing's words, Wulong suddenly understood the meaning of the five colored sword tassels worn by the five disciples of the Kunlun Sect. The Kunlun Five Elements Sword was the collective name of these five people, each representing an element, distinguished by the color of their sword tassels. Metal, wood, water, fire, earth; white, blue, black, red, and yellow. The eldest brother's sword tassel was blue, so he must be a wood sword; the second junior brother, who was fighting Huijing, had a red sword tassel, so he was a fire sword; the third junior brother's sword tassel was yellow, so he was an earth sword; the fourth junior brother's sword tassel was white, so he was a metal sword; and the youngest junior sister's sword tassel was black, so she was undoubtedly a water sword. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but look at the youngest junior sister and thought to himself, "Truly, the person is like the sword. Only someone as seemingly made of water as her is worthy of the word 'water'."

After observing the Water Sword Junior Sister, Wu Long turned to watch Hui Jing and Fire Sword's duel. The two had already exchanged five or six blows. Wu Long glanced at them and recognized Hui Jing's technique as the "Burning Wood Saber Technique," one of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts. This technique, named "Burning Wood," was naturally fierce and powerful, like a raging fire burning wood, its aura intensely hot. Once mastered, one could quickly slash eighty-one times at a dry log without damaging the wood in the slightest, yet the heat emanating from the blade would ignite the wood. Xiao Feng's master, Xuan Ku, was skilled in this technique, and since his death, no one in Shaolin Temple had been able to learn it. Although Hui Jing was using the Burning Wood Saber Technique … However, he was far from reaching that level and could not compare to Xuan Ku. Nevertheless, he wielded his monk's knife with unparalleled ferocity, like wind and fire. Despite his short and stout stature, his movements were remarkably agile.

He leaped and bounded without the slightest hesitation. The second junior brother of the Kunlun Sect, known as the Fire Sword of the Five Elements, was not entirely without reason. Not only was his nature fiery and his temper volatile, but his swordsmanship was also like that. When unleashed, it was like a raging fire. These two were fighting fire against fire, attack against attack, speed against speed, each using fierce moves, making their battle extremely fierce and dangerous. For a time, they were evenly matched, neither giving an inch.

But in Wu Long's view, it was... The Kunlun Sect's Fire Sword would prevail. While his swordplay was fierce, it lacked staying power. In contrast, Hui Jing was already nearing the end of his strength. Originally, their cultivation levels were roughly equal, but Hui Jing, surrounded and agitated, couldn't maintain composure and his performance was diminished. Fire Sword, on the other hand, capitalized on the favorable situation, brimming with confidence and gaining a clear mental advantage. The other four Kunlun Sect members watching showed no concern, clearly trusting their fellow disciple. Sure enough, after forty or fifty moves, Fire Sword's offensive momentum... Gradually, they gained the upper hand and suppressed Huijing's offensive.

The eldest disciple, Mu Jian, glanced sideways at Wu Long, noticing that he hadn't left but was instead watching the fight while drinking from a gourd. Seeing his utterly amused demeanor, Mu Jian felt a surge of displeasure, thinking that his second junior brother's fight with the fat monk seemed to be solely for Mu Jian's amusement. Seeing that his second junior brother had gained the upper hand, he gave the other three a wink, signaling them to hold their positions, while he sheathed his sword and walked towards Wu Long. Mu Jian, the eldest disciple of the Kunlun Sect, stopped about ten feet in front of Wu Long, raised his sword, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and looked up at Wu Long, saying, "Greetings, friend! I am Liu Zhu of the Kunlun Sect. May I ask your esteemed name?"

Wu Long returned the fist salute and smiled, "I dare not accept such praise! My humble name is best left unmentioned!" Seeing that he refused to reveal his name, Liu

Zhu was even more displeased. However, she did not show it, and only said, "Since you are unwilling to tell me your name, then I will not ask. May I ask what brings you here?"

Wu Long laughed, "I have no business here, just passing by. Seeing you fighting and blocking my way, I stopped to wait for you to finish so I could continue on my way."

Liu Zhu said, "This road is quite wide; we haven't taken up the whole area. You can easily pass by." The five members of the Kunlun Sect and Monk Huijing were already positioned to the side of the road. The other four members of the Kunlun Sect had spread out to make way for the fight, and two had already stepped off the road. They only occupied most of the road, leaving the other half wide enough for a person to pass through. Even if they had taken up the whole road, they could easily have gone around it through the overgrown wasteland on both sides. But Wu Long simply stopped.

Wu Long laughed, "I'm not in a hurry to continue. I just stopped to watch this spectacle. Brother Liu, would you mind if I watched from the sidelines?"

Liu Zhu was speechless for a moment. He couldn't see through Wu Long and was afraid that Wu Long would interfere and try to drive him away. But faced with Wu Long's counter-question, he was momentarily at a loss for words. He paused, about to forcefully shoo Wu Long away, when he suddenly noticed Wu Long's gaze passing over him, past the battle behind him, and fixed on the distant horizon. Curious, he turned to look, following Wu Long's gaze. At that moment, Wu Long made his move. (

Chapter 125 of the first part of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World: The Passion of Parting, The Temptation of the Child Granny 6)

"They say novels are based on life, but in reality, real life is far more fantastical than fiction."

One late night in 2000, Wu Long, lying in bed reading a novel, suddenly uttered these words. Of course, he didn't know that his words had been overheard by a god.

"Really?"

"Of course it's true." Wu Long felt a voice echoing in his mind and subconsciously replied.

"Good." Wu

Long felt a faint electric current flash through his brain. He blinked involuntarily. Then he opened his eyes, rubbed them, and looked at the unfamiliar scene before him, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart: Had he transmigrated? Just now, while lying in bed, Wu Long had been reading a transmigration novel.

"More or less." The voice echoed in Wu Long's mind again.

"Who are you?"

"I am a god."

"Damn, you're a god, then I'm the god's father."

Fifteen-year-old Wu Long had practiced martial arts since childhood and possessed astonishing courage, showing no fear whatsoever.

"You... I won't argue with you. Anyway, you're here now. Let's put it this way, you've arrived in a world that's not quite YY (fantasy/wish-fulfillment), namely the world of Tian Long Ba Bu (Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils). The reason I say it's not quite YY is because you said real life is more YY than the novel. Okay, now, prove it to me."

"You hypnotized me?"

The god smiled slightly: "You little rascal, you have quite the imagination. Just consider it hypnosis. Anyway, you have to prove it to me." Otherwise, you can just wait to die in this world. To be precise, you've transmigrated, but not in the true sense. Because in the original real world, there was another you, lying in bed reading a novel. I just copied you and sent you to the world of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils."

Wu Long pinched himself hard; it hurt, unlike a dream. Was he really being targeted by a god? Wu Long shuddered and asked in a trembling voice, "Prove what?"

The god said, "Prove that you're stronger than the protagonist."

"Damn it, even if you're a god, you can't be unreasonable. I didn't say I'm stronger than the protagonist."

"Oh?" The god smiled. "Then let me put it another way. Since you come from that more fantastical world, you can perform for me in a less fantastical world. That should be easy, right?"

Wu Long felt he had encountered something absurd, but he was helpless. He could only say, "Okay, I can't beat you. What should I do next?"

"Naturally, make a name for yourself in the world of 'Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils' and satisfy me."

"That won't do. It's too vague. How will you be satisfied?" "

God began to find this kid a bit troublesome, so he said, 'I can't really explain it, you'll have to try your best. Let me explain the rules to you first. Now I'll construct a very strange world for you, a world composed of Jin Yong's martial arts worlds, but not mixed together. It's like a Rubik's Cube, with each cube representing a martial arts world, and you can freely teleport between different martial arts worlds. Of course, you have to pay attention to the time and place of teleportation. If you teleport in front of others, they'll definitely think they've seen a ghost. You also have to be careful with the timing. For example, if you disappear for too long in the world of Tianlong, your brothers might lead a group of people looking for you everywhere, or your beloved woman might have died in the world of Tianlong, or eloped with someone else... In short, anything is possible.'

Wu Long understood; adapting to certain rules was the first problem to solve. This seemed very interesting and quite exciting.

God continued, 'You're already wearing a ring, let's call it the teleportation ring. When you satisfy me, or when I'm in a good mood, I'll contact you, and then you can apply for a teleportation ring for someone else.'" "You should be careful about this. I don't need to explain why."

Wu Long noticed a jade ring on his hand. He now fully understood the rules. This was a game, and he was the only player. If he applied for a ring for someone else, it would be equivalent to adding another player... But Wu Long immediately remembered a crucial question and asked, "What if I endlessly live in your virtual world, and one day I finally satisfy you completely?"

The god pondered for a moment and said, "To be honest, I'm not very satisfied with myself. If you finally satisfy me completely, then you can become the god. Actually, being a god is quite boring; you should be prepared. Of course, this is only a temporary decision. Maybe I can arrange a better future for you. You have to believe me; after all, I am an omnipotent god. Alright, that's all. Go now. I need to finish reading the remaining two books of Tian Long Ba Bu. I'll also read Gu Long in the future; who knows, maybe one day I'll find someone and join another Gu Long flying knife world."

Wu Long was filled with mixed feelings of joy and worry. After taking a few steps, he suddenly realized something and said, "

God, so the martial arts world is like a virtual world, just like those virtual online games?"

God replied,

"Of course not. Let me tell you a secret. Do you know about string theory?"

Wu Long said,

"Yes, string theory is a theory in theoretical physics. A basic idea of string theory is that the fundamental units of nature are not particles like electrons, photons, neutrinos, and quarks. These things that look like particles are actually very small closed loops of strings (called closed strings). Different vibrations and motions of closed strings produce various different fundamental particles. Although the scale of strings in string theory is very small, the basic principles that control their properties predict the existence of several larger-scale thin-film objects, which are simply called membranes. Intuitively speaking, the universe we live in may be a three-dimensional membrane in nine-dimensional space. String theory is currently the most promising theory to unify the fundamental particles of nature and the four fundamental forces." "

God said with some surprise,

'I didn't expect someone like you who only likes martial arts, novels, and games to know such profound things, even if it's just the basics.'

Wu Long replied,

'Don't flatter me, I also learned it from a game.'

God asked with great interest,

'What game?'

Wu Long said,

'Clannad. Although I dislike the Japanese, they make games and animations, which is my favorite thing.'

God said,

'Oh, I'd like to play it sometime.'"

Wu Long asked in surprise,

"Gods play games too?"

The god replied,

"Of course, gods get bored too. Immortality is boring. Anyway, let me tell you first. String theory is a theory of theoretical physics. The physical model in this theory posits that the most basic unit composing all matter is a small segment of 'energy string.' From interstellar galaxies to fundamental particles like electrons, protons, and quarks, all are composed of these two-dimensional 'energy strings.' In Chinese, it's generally translated as 'string.'

Earlier particle physics, which posits that all matter is composed of 'point' particles occupying only one dimension, is the currently widely accepted physical model and has successfully explained and predicted many physical phenomena and problems. However, the 'particle model' upon which this theory is based has encountered some inexplicable problems. In comparison, 'string theory' is based on the 'wave model,' thus avoiding the problems encountered by the former theory. Deeper string theory not only describes 'string' objects but also includes point-like and thin-film objects." Higher-dimensional spaces, even parallel universes, so the world in Jin Yong's martial arts world is another parallel world. Of course, it doesn't exist in itself, but I created it. I placed three supreme treasures in Jin Yong's dozen or so worlds. If you obtain them, then you can possess that parallel world. They are the He Shi Bi, the Xuanyuan Sword, and the Donghuang Bell. These three treasures each possess unique powers, which you will know after you fully integrate them.”

Wu Long was about to ask when he suddenly heard the god say, “Boy, one last reminder: cherish your life. If you die in this world, then you are truly dead. Oh, by the way, I haven't created that world yet, but I'll give you the ring first. It might take some time, a short time for me, but eleven years for you. Don't die so early, that would be too boring.”

In the lingering fragrance of a dream, Wu Long woke up to find the stains of lovemaking covering the bedding. His beloved was gone, leaving only the lingering fragrance of the room, evoking feelings of melancholy.

"This dream...this dream from ten years ago..."

Wu Long felt a sticky, greasy feeling all over his body, which made him very uncomfortable. So he got up to wash up. Just then, Ruan Xingzhu also got up to wash up. The two met in the small bathroom. Ruan Xingzhu, recalling the intimate moment, blushed.

Wu Long felt that Ruan Xingzhu's rosy cheeks and fair neck, moistened by the raindrops, exuded an alluring charm. Seeing Wu Long staring intently at her, Ruan Xingzhu blushed even more, giving him a shy glare and gently scolding, "You rascal, haven't you had enough of looking?"

Wu Long gazed at Ruan Xingzhu, who was only wearing a white gauze dress, revealing her slender and graceful figure, her soft, snow-white arms, her beautifully rounded, long legs, her slender, smooth calves, and her youthful, alluring, mature, fragrant, full, and high breasts, paired with her delicate, smooth, and tender skin—truly captivating and alluring. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Xingzhu, you're even more beautiful than before!"

Ruan Xingzhu felt a sweet warmth in her heart, but her cherry-red lips quipped, "Sweet talk, hmph, go say that to Azi! I'm not an innocent little girl..." Before she could finish speaking, Wu Long grinned and pulled her close, kissing her cherry lips, followed by her cheek.

Ruan Xingzhu was held tightly in Wu Long's arms, her delicate body unable to resist the teasing, a tingling sensation running through her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting out intermittent moans, her eyes tightly closed, lost in Wu Long's tenderness. Wu Long's body began to ignite with desire, his heart burning with it. Driven by that instinctive, frenzied impulse, Wu Long's hands gradually invaded Ruan Xingzhu's most sensitive areas…

Wu Long pulled her into his embrace, inhaling the alluring fragrance emanating from her body. Ruan Xingzhu, simultaneously holding Wu Long with a sense of pleasure, imagined their future sweet married life. She fantasized about leaving the martial world and living in a beautiful, secluded place with mountains and water. The place she wanted would be very quiet, surrounded by lush green meadows and filled with all kinds of flowers. Ruan Xingzhu felt that the life of "picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence, leisurely gazing at the southern mountains" was what she pursued. She even imagined Wu Long tilling the fields, and of course, she wanted to bear many children for Wu Long.

It was a peaceful and serene happiness. In her imagination, Ruan Xingzhu tilted her head slightly, gazed at Wu Long with deep affection, smiled charmingly, and said, "Wu Lang, will we be happy together?" As she spoke, her rosy face radiated happiness.

Wu Long nodded firmly and said, "Of course we'll be happy, but it won't just be the two of us, you have many sisters too..."

Ruan Xingzhu deliberately pouted and said sourly, "I knew it, you big bad guy, you'd have many women!"

Wu Long smiled wryly, "You really are a complete jealous pot..."

Ruan Xingzhu suddenly smiled and said, "I am a jealous pot, I'll make you jealous to death..."

Wu Long said smugly, "I'm afraid before you die of jealousy, I'll have already burned you out!" After saying that, Xingzhu turned around and hugged her slender waist from behind, saying with a wicked look, "Baby, I'm telling you the truth. How about we try again..." As he spoke, he grabbed Ruan Xingzhu's full and firm breasts with both hands and started thrusting, brazenly pressing against Ruan Xingzhu's round buttocks.

"You bad guy, don't even think about doing it again..." Ruan Xingzhu scolded coquettishly.

“Since you’ve become the bad guy’s wife, you have to satisfy his needs. That’s the duty of a bad guy’s wife!” Wu Long grinned smugly, pressing his thick member against Ruan Xingzhu’s buttocks, his hands gripping and kneading her full breasts.

“You’re so annoying, you’re almost killing me,” Ruan Xingzhu continued coquettishly.

“Tell me when you’re dead!” Wu Long said, his attack already penetrating deep into Ruan Xingzhu’s heart, almost reaching her core.

“Ah… you bad guy, ah… I can’t take it…” Ruan Xingzhu cried out, further arousing their lust. Ruan Xingzhu had no choice but to spread her legs as wide as possible, waiting for Wu Long’s dominance.

“I’m coming!” Wu Long looked at the alluring Ruan Xingzhu, his lust surging, and said domineeringly.

“Husband, let’s go back to bed…” Ruan Xingzhu was already weak all over and naturally couldn’t walk back by herself.

Wu Long pressed his lips tightly against hers, then lifted her entire body, spun her around, grinned, and gently kissed her lips. Wu Long gazed at this jade-white beauty, like a plum blossom blooming in the snow, so vibrant, so fragrant. A thousand graceful curves, ten thousand enchanting forms, concealing allure and boundless charm.

Wu Long gently lifted this almost naked beauty, rushed to the bedside, and placed her delicate body on it. Wu Long bent down, licking her entire body with his tongue, and began to gently caress her flawless white skin. Ruan Xingzhu endured it, waves of tingling pleasure washing over her, her brain relentlessly assaulting her senses. Her trembling eyelashes blinked, opening and closing intermittently; she was completely limp, sprawled on the bed, at Wu Long's mercy.

Her waist twisted, and moans escaped her throat.

Wu Long's hands began to roam over her mysterious triangle again, and Ruan Xingzhu started to moan loudly, her breathing rapid, her waist arching to match Wu Long's movements, whispering sweetly, "Wu Long, give it to me, I'm going crazy."

Ruan Xingzhu's desire began to burn inch by inch, every cell in her body surging and pulsating.

Wu Long climbed on top of Ruan Xingzhu, thrusting his thick body forward, and gently slid into her incredibly lubricated and thirsty world. Ruan Xingzhu let out a soft "Oh," then closed her beautiful eyes slightly, immediately beginning to moan softly, her waist twisting.

With Wu Long's joyful rhythm, she showed a very happy expression, her slender body swaying from side to side under Wu Long's thrusts. She stretched out her arms, tightly hugging Wu Long, as if afraid that Wu Long would escape, repeatedly calling out, "Wu Lang, I love you!"

Ruan Xingzhu's skin was so soft and smooth, her breasts pressed tightly against Wu Long's chest; even when Wu Long was deeply inside her, her breasts remained the sensual center. Wu Long gently caressed this beautiful woman, gazing tenderly at her face, her captivating smile, her smooth skin—all of it was intoxicating the moment she met his gaze. The

more alluring and beautiful she seemed, the more forceful Wu Long became, completely in a state of indescribable excitement. Wu Long kissed her red lips, their lips meeting, pressed tightly together, as if their bodies were overlapping, their whole being connected. Her tongue licked Wu Long's lips, exploring, lingering.

Ruan Xingzhu was drenched in sweat, her beautiful hair damp, her head shaking incessantly. She felt wave after wave of raging desire washing over her, one wave barely subsiding before another surged in, immersing her completely in a sea of passion. She felt like a small boat adrift in a raging storm, sometimes white waves soaring skyward, lifting her into the air as if she could reach out and pluck the clouds; other times, swirling waves appeared, pulling her into the depths of the sea of desire, completely filling and engulfing her, pressing and squeezing her.

Suddenly, Wu Long felt her arms gripping his shoulders tightly, her legs raised high, wrapped around his waist. Finally, the climax arrived, and she let out a breathtaking scream.

High and low, rising and falling, her heart soared and sank with her, experiencing unparalleled pleasure. She wanted to scream, but no sound came out, as if she had reached the pinnacle of ecstasy.

After this passionate encounter, Ruan Xingzhu was almost too exhausted to speak. Her panting was clearly audible, her chest heaving, clearly showing her complete exhaustion. A flood of fluids flowed beneath her, and her breathless breathing hadn't subsided; the captivating blush on her face hadn't faded.

Her body remained soft and warm, her delicate skin still glistening with fragrant sweat. Wu Long, leaning against her chest, could clearly hear her rapid heartbeat, and, still not satisfied, began to touch her again. One hand caressed her breasts, while the other slipped between her legs. Ruan Xingzhu gently pushed Wu Long away. She was panting softly, covered in fragrant sweat, her beautiful face flushed red, her snow-white, soft body trembling and collapsing. Wu Long stroked Ruan Xingzhu's bare shoulders and back, finding them smooth and delicate to the touch, and couldn't bear to let go. His nose was filled with the exquisite fragrance of the beautiful woman's hair and body, as delicate as orchids and as sweet as musk. He couldn't help but feel a surge of tenderness and affection, and his heart was filled with boundless tenderness and love for the beautiful woman in his arms!

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