[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (Tianlong Fengliu) (Complete) - 24

Part One: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 102: Ruan Xingzhu by Little Mirror Lake [Deluxe] 1.

Li Shishi slightly stretched her slender waist, displaying the beautiful and alluring lines of her body to Wu Long in a show of defiance. She glanced back with a charming smile, her cheeks suddenly flushed, her expression incomparably alluring. After giving him a sidelong glance, she gently moved her body and sat in Wu Long's lap, her fragrant lips pressing heavily against his. At this moment, he was still fully enjoying the intoxicating tenderness of this stunning beauty. He was completely immersed in this enchanting and blissful world.

Because both of them were completely relaxed at this moment, Li Shishi in Wu Long's eyes had a unique and captivating charm: the beauty was offering her fragrant lips, as if she had cast aside all worldly troubles and disputes, completely without any restraint or affectation.

Wu Long's tongue swiftly slipped into Li Shishi's mouth, gently parting her slightly closed teeth and drawing out her delicate tongue, sucking on it incessantly. At the same time, he sweetly touched and kissed her thin, fragrant lips, constantly drawing in her sweet nectar.

At this moment, Shishi's eyes were glazed over, oblivious to the world around her, only able to let out a few soft moans to fuel Wu Long's wickedness. Wu Long relentlessly attacked, his hands joining the assault, caressing and kneading her slender waist and abdomen. Lost in the moment, Li Shishi felt weak and powerless, the sensation like that of a young girl newly in love being caressed by her first love. She was instantly captivated, moaning softly, deeply intoxicated by Wu Long's passionate kisses and greedy caresses.

Seeing Shishi completely lost in the moment, letting his fiery tongue tease her mouth at will, her pink tongue responding beautifully in return, he felt even more triumphant and his desire surged.

He continuously sucked and swallowed the fragrant nectar that Shishi spat out, only making his own throat even thirstier, so he relentlessly demanded more from Shishi's lips until they were both breathless! At this moment, Wu Long's long breaths clearly came in handy. Finally, when Wu Long released his grip, he gazed triumphantly at Li Shishi, who was so close to him, within reach. Li Shishi, catching her breath after the long, passionate kiss, could only gasp softly.

Although they were separated, their lips remained inseparable, their fragrant saliva connecting them like a thread. The incomparably wonderful taste... this time, Li Shishi immediately took the initiative, pouring all her skills and her own experience into her lover. After a long while,

their lips parted.

Wu Long entered her body again, initially moving slowly and gently, but soon his pent-up energy surged, becoming as fluid and powerful as a fish in water, thrusting in and out, charging and penetrating, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, roaming freely within Li Shishi's already muddy and tender flower path.

Thanks to the lubrication of her aroused fluids and the earlier stimulation, Li Shishi now felt only wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure, a blissful ecstasy that almost completely engulfed her. As Wu Long's hot, firm male desire thrust deeply and powerfully into her sensitive and delicate flower core, it caused a tremor deep within her soul, her flower core contracting and expanding incessantly. As Wu Long began to ejaculate his primordial essence deep within Li Shishi's flower core, it sprayed into her uterus.

Wu Long pressed Li Shishi down beneath him, making love to her again, and couldn't resist running his fingers over her slightly upturned breasts.

Her breasts were incredibly alluring.

Standing erect, even as she lay on her side, they remained firm and unyielding, their beautiful curves extending all the way to her armpits, their contours exquisite, their undulating peaks like two snow-capped, pink-clad jade peaks.

Wu Long's fingers continued to trace the contours of

her breasts, finding the delicate, pointed nipple at the center of the pale pink areola. Her smooth, white skin felt like solidified cream, giving him a warm, moist sensation. Under his gentle touch, Li Shishi's soft skin rippled slightly with each fingertip.

He placed his entire palm on her breasts, lightly stroking and caressing their surface, feeling the slight trembling of her breasts, making the nipples appear even more alluring and vibrant.

Wu Long's breathing quickened. Facing Li Shishi's flawless, ivory-sculpted body, he felt his blood boiling. His hands caressed her smooth, jade-like breasts, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin, so delicate it rivaled that of a baby.

He pressed himself close to her, wanting to experience her perfect form.

He kissed her snow-white face, her beautiful neck, her smooth shoulders, sucking on the two rosy nipples of her firm breasts. His hands explored every inch of her body, the purity and softness of her beautiful, noble form plunging him into a vortex of desire.

With a painful moan from Li Shishi, Wu Long's erect and hard member once again plunged accurately and powerfully into the warm, narrow valley of this exquisite beauty.

The beauty still struggled to suppress the painful groans in her throat.

The swollen, thick thing was tightly surrounded and squeezed by the beautiful, constricted secret passage of the jade beauty, leaving no gap, making it difficult to move. Between Li Shishi's long, slender thighs, her pink and delicate jade gate was extremely dilated, the original tender pink now replaced by a deep, engorged red.

The stunning beauty writhed violently, her long, slender thighs trembling and bending, laboriously pushing against the bedsheets and blankets, her buttocks sinking deep into the covers; her slender, delicate hands desperately pressed against Wu Long's thick chest, pushing outwards with all her might. Her

long, black hair was disheveled, cascading over her breasts and beside the pillow, her starry eyes hazy, tears welling up, a delicate and pitiful beauty like a pear blossom in the rain.

A pleasure a hundred times stronger than before surged into Wu Long's mind, making him unable to restrain himself any longer. With a joyful cry, he ejaculated every last drop of his essence into Li Shishi's body. Li Shishi stretched her slender waist slightly, displaying the beautiful and alluring lines of her body to Wu Long in a show of defiance. She glanced back with a charming smile, her cheeks flushed, her expression incomparably alluring. After giving him a sidelong look, she gently moved her body and sat in Wu Long's lap, her fragrant lips pressing heavily against his. At this moment, he was still fully enjoying the intoxicating tenderness of this stunning beauty, completely immersed in this enchanting world.

Because both of them were completely relaxed, Li Shishi in Wu Long's eyes possessed a unique and captivating charm: she once again offered her fragrant lips, as if she had cast aside all worldly troubles and disputes, completely without any restraint or affectation.

Wu Long's tongue swiftly slipped into Li Shishi's mouth, gently parting her slightly closed teeth, drawing out her delicate tongue, sucking on it incessantly. At the same time, he sweetly touched and kissed her thin, fragrant lips, constantly drawing in her fragrant nectar.

Li Shishi suddenly broke free from Wu Long's embrace, and his penis slipped out of her honeypot. "Young Master Wu is so mighty, this servant begs for mercy."

Li Shishi smiled softly, trying to straddle Wu Long's straight, long legs, lowering her blushing head, and gently teasing Wu Long's masculine desire with her slender hands.

Li Shishi still used her trembling hands to grasp Wu Long's gradually growing, slightly erect penis, awkwardly stroking it up and down...

Then, biting her lip, she opened her cherry lips and took Wu Long's penis into her mouth, unconsciously using her tongue to gently lick and suck its tip. Stimulated so much, Wu Long was about to ejaculate.

Li Shishi spat out Wu Long's erect and throbbing male desire, which had swollen to fill her entire mouth and was about to penetrate her throat. She bent her legs, struggling to support her limp and weak body, and then used her hands to guide Wu Long's already throbbing male desire. With the saliva on it and her increasingly moist peach blossom stream, she aligned it and gently but firmly sat down... The peerless beauty was going to "sit on the lotus" for him, and Wu Long was extremely excited, even though everything was initiated by Li Shishi, and he felt as if he was being violated by Li Shishi.

"Ah—oh—" With a painful cry, Li Shishi fell heavily to the ground. Wu Long's erect penis had already partially entered Li Shishi's mysterious and sacred valley. Although the incredibly narrow valley was partially moistened by the mistress's passion, it was clearly far from being able to smoothly accommodate such a magnificent object.

Wu Long's burgeoning male desire was squeezed painfully. Wu

Long showed no mercy, straightening his body and directly reaching out to grab Li Shishi's delicate buttocks, pulling her forcefully into his arms. At the same time, his erect, hot, hard penis thrust directly into the depths of her flower stem... Wu Long held Li Shishi's shoulder with one hand and vigorously rubbed her sacred jade breasts with the other, creating shocking blue bruises on her snow-white breasts.

His erect penis in Li Shishi's beautiful, tight valley caused Li Shishi's body to throb rhythmically. This slight friction was enough to bring him intense pleasure.

He could lie comfortably on the bed, enjoying the narrow yet elastic valley of Li Shishi's flower path while playing with her pure and delicate breasts, occasionally teasing the erect, snow-capped cherry blossoms atop them. He

fully felt the smooth, tight, plump, and delicate touch.

Li Shishi indulged in the gentle, tender, and lingering emotions, feeling how intoxicating and soul-stirring that deep affection was… Gradually, Li Shishi's heart was once again filled with tenderness and desire.

At the same time, Wu Long's hands, which had been caressing and teasing the cherry-red grapes on her breasts, gradually lessened their pressure, perhaps out of instinctive tenderness, only gently stroking them up and down.

Waves of tingling sensations instantly spread throughout Li Shishi's body; her breathing became increasingly rapid, her limbs weak and powerless, and she moved helplessly and blindly.

Her cherry lips, which were gradually regaining their rosy color, were slightly parted, but she was now too stimulated to make a sound, only able to groan softly.

Li Shishi's long legs unconsciously came together, tightly clamping around Wu Long's waist. Her snow-white buttocks rose high, fully cooperating with Wu Long's movements. Meanwhile, the dried-up, stinging flower bud in her valley gradually began to stir again. The excruciating wounds were slowly healing, and she even felt a strange pleasure spreading.

She felt her lower valley becoming increasingly swollen and wet... while Wu Long's previously rapidly thrusting and raging erection had stopped.

It was now pressed directly against the delicate bud deep within her valley, its tip trembling and gently grinding against the depths of Li Shishi's soul.

While experiencing an indescribable pleasure and comfort, Li Shishi felt an intense itch and discomfort in the bud deep within her valley. At the same time, the sensitive flesh around her valley, though full and swollen, made her feel even more intensely hot and itchy.

Instinctively, she wanted to twist her body, consciously arching her lower body, subconsciously wanting to rub the itchy, uncomfortable part against the erect, throbbing tip of the man's desire, which was deeply inserted into her valley and radiating boundless heat. She tried to make a slight movement, but the more she did this, the weaker, more tingling sensation she felt from the depths of her heart and her entire body, along with waves of soul-stirring pleasure.

At first, Wu Long moved slowly, shallowly in and out, but soon, his pent-up energy and intense passion flowed freely, like a fish in water, thrusting in and out, charging and plunging, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, roaming freely within Li Shishi's already muddy valley.

Thanks to the lubrication of her burgeoning spring fluids and the earlier stimulation, Li Shishi felt only waves of pleasure, one after another, almost overwhelming her. The blissful, otherworldly sensation nearly engulfed her completely. As Wu Long's hot, firm male desire thrust deeply and powerfully into her sensitive, delicate flower core, it caused a tremor deep within her soul, her flower core contracting and expanding incessantly.

As Wu Long began to ejaculate his primordial essence deep within Li Shishi's flower core, it sprayed into her uterus.

Wu Long pressed Li Shishi down, making love to her again, and couldn't resist running his fingers to her slightly upturned breasts.

Her breasts were incredibly alluring.

Even lying on her side, they remained upright, showing no signs of sagging. The beautiful curves extended all the way to her armpits, their contours exquisite, their undulating peaks like two snow-capped, pink jade peaks.

Wu Long's fingers continued to trace the contours of her breasts, curving upwards.

He found the delicate, pointed nipple at the center of the pale pink areola, its smooth, white skin like solidified cream, giving him a warm, moist sensation. Under his gentle touch, Li Shishi's soft skin undulated slightly with each fingertip.

He placed his entire palm on her breasts, lightly stroking and caressing their surface, feeling the breasts tremble slightly, making the nipples appear even more alluring and vibrant.

Wu Long's breathing quickened. Facing Li Shishi's ivory-carved, flawless body, he felt his blood boiling. He caressed her pure, jade-like breasts, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin, so delicate it rivaled that of a baby.

He pressed himself closer to her, trying to experience this perfect body.

He kissed her snow-white face, her beautiful neck, her smooth shoulders, sucking on the two tender, rosy nipples of her breasts. His hands caressed every inch of her body, the whiteness and softness of her beautiful, noble form drawing him into a vortex of lust.

With a painful moan from Li Shishi, his erect and hard member once again plunged accurately and powerfully into the warm and narrow valley of the exquisite beauty.

The beauty still struggled to suppress the painful groans in her throat.

His swollen and thick member was tightly surrounded and squeezed by the beautiful, constricted secret passage, leaving no gap, making every movement difficult.

The pink and tender jade gate between Li Shishi's long and beautiful thighs was extremely dilated, the original delicate pink color replaced by a deep red of engorgement.

The stunningly beautiful woman writhed violently, her long, graceful legs trembling and bending as she struggled to climb the fine bedclothes, her upturned buttocks sinking deep into the covers. Her delicate hands desperately pressed against Wu Long's broad chest, pushing outwards with all her might.

Her long, black hair was disheveled, cascading over her breasts and beside the pillow. Her starry eyes were hazy, brimming with tears, exuding a delicate and pitiful charm, like a pear blossom in the rain.

Li Shishi's rosy face was filled with a contented smile, her tender eyes overflowing with unspoken desire, her longing lips slightly parted, uttering soft, seductive murmurs from deep within her throat. All this enchanting scene was a powerful invitation to him.

Li Shishi's rosy face was filled with a contented smile, her tender eyes brimming with unspoken longing, her pouting lips parted slightly, and a soft, seductive murmur escaped her throat. All this enchanting scene was a powerful invitation to him.

Her delicate, limp hands gripped her lover's body tightly, her hips trembling slightly, as if pleading for Wu Long to penetrate her further.

If Wu Long failed to understand the desires of his beloved at this moment, he would truly be missing out. Wu Long, unwilling to remain a fool in this situation, smiled with surprise and delight on his handsome face. He quickly complied with the beauty's wishes and began to act accordingly. He bent down and lifted the stunningly beautiful woman, whose cheeks were already flushed and whose starry eyes were closed. He slowly parted her smooth, white legs, letting her straddle his lap. During this time, the engorged tip of his large penis remained deeply embedded in the beauty's secret passage, never leaving her. The friction and contact between them brought an intoxicating pleasure.

Naturally, Li Shishi also experienced some pleasure, but at the same time, a stronger yearning and intoxicating desire intensely impacted the originally pure and beautiful woman. At this moment, Li Shishi was completely overwhelmed by the vortex of lust, craving further intoxication and succumbing...

Li Shishi moaned softly, reaching peak after peak of pleasure with Wu Long, yet she suppressed the overwhelming pleasure, her primordial yin remaining hidden.

Wu Long was drenched in sweat, his entire body like a powered machine, thrusting back and forth between the jade-like body below like a tidal wave.

His mind was completely intoxicated by the excitement of the world of desire, losing all reason, letting the powerful stimulation sweep over him again and again.

Li Shishi's snow-white body also convulsed, her mind falling into an uncontrollable frenzy of passion. She gritted her teeth, her limbs wrapping around Wu Long's magnificent body like an octopus, and cried out wildly, "Wu Long! I love you!" (

The following is a separate, unrelated excerpt: Chapter 103 of the Fallen Heavenly Dragon World: Soft Star Bamboo by the Little Mirror Lake Chapter 2,

Chapter 102:

The round moon hung high in the night sky, its soft light spreading across the earth and filling the space beneath. The moat reflected the moon in the sky, the two reflecting each other. A small boat was moored alone.) On a boat in the moat under the moonlight, a man and a woman sat. The man was handsome and dashing, the woman gentle and beautiful. The man was playing the xiao (a type of vertical flute), while the woman was playing the qin (a seven-stringed zither). The xiao's sound was deep and melodious, the qin's sound enchanting. The two instruments played slowly, their melodies melodious and intertwined, perfectly complementing each other. The man wore a light blue robe, and the woman wore a jade-green dress. Not only did they play their instruments in harmony, but even their clothes were similar in color, making them appear as a match made in heaven, a perfect couple.

"Ah, time flies like water, years pass like a song, and in the blink of an eye, it's already here... Hahaha..."

After finishing the song, Wu Long looked up at the bright moon and sighed. Unexpectedly, he remembered a crosstalk performance he'd seen on television in modern times, and couldn't help but burst into laughter. The man and woman on the small boat were Wu Long and Li Shishi. On this Mid-Autumn Festival night, Wu Long suggested that the two of them take a boat trip on the moat as the moon rose to celebrate the festival together. The thought of the two of them sharing a boat on the lake under the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival was incredibly appealing. Li Shishi readily agreed.

Wu Long had made very thorough preparations . They arrived with not only fruits, pastries, and fine wine, but also musical instruments. As the bright moon rose into the sky, the two boarded the boat hand in hand, gently rowing the small boat slowly towards the moat. By the time they were far from the shore, the moon was high in the sky. After chatting and laughing for a while, they played a duet of "The Butterfly Lovers." This piece, however, they had already adapted into a duet for the qin and xiao, and practiced it many times. On this Mid-Autumn Festival night, in this setting, they were even more immersed in the music, playing it with tenderness and affection, as if they were whispering sweet nothings to each other. However, Wu Long's loud laughter afterward was a bit of a mood killer.

"What are you laughing at?" Li Shishi, sitting opposite him, asked with a strange expression when she saw him suddenly burst into laughter for no apparent reason. Moreover, his laughter had ruined the beautiful atmosphere, making her slightly resentful.

"Nothing!" "Wu Long couldn't help but laugh as he spoke. He felt that even if he explained, Li Shishi might not understand, so he simply covered it up with a 'nothing.' However, seeing Li Shishi's still strange expression, he tried his best to suppress his laughter. After chuckling for a while, he finally stopped laughing. Thinking of the lines

'Time flows like water, years pass like songs,' he couldn't help but sigh. Time really flies; in the blink of an eye, it's already Mid-Autumn Festival. Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunion, but unfortunately, he can't reunite with his parents who are still alive in the modern world. He wonders if they are thinking of their son as they look at the bright moon.

'Alone in a foreign land, I am a stranger; on every festive occasion, I miss my family even more.'" "From spring to autumn, he felt himself gradually integrating into this world and this era. He no longer thought about many things in modern times, except for his parents, but on this Mid-Autumn Festival, he couldn't suppress his longing. He looked up at the bright moon, his mind filled with the images of his parents, and

he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. 'What's wrong?' Li Shishi asked, puzzled by his sudden change from laughter to a sigh. Though she was even more confused, she still asked with concern.

'I miss my parents!' Wu Long sighed again, which stirred up Li Shishi's own memories. Her parents had also passed away early, and now she only vaguely remembered their faces. So, thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh as well.

'Alright, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival today, let's not talk about these sad things!'" Wu Long already knew her situation. Hearing her sigh, he knew he must have stirred up her longing, so he smiled and tried to comfort her. After speaking, he picked up the bamboo flute beside him and said, "How about we play 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer' together again?"

"Yes, okay!" Li Shishi raised her head, smiled gently at him, and placed her hands on the strings of her zither. She then looked at him, waiting for his flute playing.

This piece, "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer," was an adaptation of the modern song "A Laughter in the Vast Sea," a task naturally undertaken by the expert Li Shishi. Wu Long had only sung the song to her a few times. The piece had already been adapted, and the two had practiced it thoroughly. Therefore, Wu Long played with ease, bringing the flute's mouthpiece to his lips and playing softly. His flute skills were now highly refined; his playing was smooth and melodious, without a trace of awkwardness. The opening flute solo resonated in the tranquil night sky. After the flute, the zither began, followed by a duet.

When the piece ended, he gently took Li Shishi's hand, pulling her into a comfortable embrace, inhaling the fragrance of her hair. He felt her breath, her body temperature, and her heartbeat. Under the bright moon, in the moat, he felt a clear mind and a gentle warmth filling his body, making him feel incredibly comfortable. He gently embraced Li Shishi and told her a story, this time the tale of Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian from "The Legend of the White Snake." Li Shishi listened quietly, nestled in his warm embrace, feeling that nothing in the world could be happier. She even felt a little intoxicated. She listened quietly, then chatted with him about her impressions, about Bai Suzhen, Xu Xian, Xiaoqing, and other characters. As they talked, her eyelids grew heavy, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep in his arms.

Wu Long listened to her even, rhythmic breathing, looked at her sleeping face, and gently kissed her cheek. Then, with one arm around her, he slowly rowed the boat back.

The Mid-Autumn Festival, the fifteenth of August, was approaching autumn. Only half a month remained of the final month. During this time, Wu Long spent time with A'Zhu, A'Zi, and Li Shishi, nurturing their relationship. A'Zi's injuries had fully healed, and Wu Long had decided to set off for Xinyang in the last month of autumn to find Qiao Feng and reveal the true identity of the leader. Therefore, Wu Long spent the entire day with Li Shishi, cherishing their brief time together. Although he had considered taking Li Shishi with him, he ultimately rejected the idea.

Unlike A'Zhu and A'Zi, Li Shishi possessed no martial arts skills whatsoever. Although her recent dual cultivation had given her some internal energy, she was still fundamentally a weak woman, unsuitable for the affairs of the martial world. She might encounter unknown dangers on this journey, and having Li Shishi along would only increase his worries. Therefore, considering all of the above... He ultimately rejected the idea of taking Li Shishi with him. Wu Long had already redeemed Li Shishi from her servitude. The madam had initially been unwilling, but when Wu Long offered her 100,000 taels of silver, she couldn't resist. However, she made a condition: Li Shishi could only leave after the courtesan competition a few months later. Before that, she would still need to stay at the Zaifang Tower, but she would be free to entertain any guests. Wu Long initially refused, but Li Shishi, considering their past relationship—after all, the madam had taken her in and raised her since childhood, albeit with the intention of turning her into a cash cow—couldn't forget the debt of gratitude she owed. Helpless, Wu Long had no choice but to agree.

When someone is engrossed in something, time seems to fly by. Love is no exception. While Wu Long was immersed in his tender moments with Li Shishi, the day had already passed quickly. "No wonder they say the land of gentle pleasures is the hero's grave!" "Upon learning that it was time to set off, he couldn't help but sigh to himself. It seems that the tenderness and affection of a woman can indeed erode a man's ambition."

Standing before the carriage, Wu Long saw Li Shishi with a face full of reluctance. He sighed softly and said "Goodbye!" With a heavy heart, he turned and mounted the saddle.

"Take care!" Li Shishi said gently.

The carriage slowly drove away, and only when it was completely out of sight did Li Shishi turn back.

"Brother-in-law, are you reluctant to part with her? If you are, take her with you."

Azi said with a hint of jealousy when she saw Wu Long turning back every now and then. Wu Long smiled and said,

"Azi, are you jealous?"

"Hmph, I am jealous!"

Azi said coquettishly, then turned to Azhu and said,

"Sister, this womanizer, why don't you say anything to him?"

Azhu smiled and said,

"Sister, it's very common for men to have multiple wives and concubines. It's normal for a man like my husband to have many confidantes and wives and concubines."

Then she turned to her and said,

"Husband, where are you going this time? Aren't you going to Kunlun to catch ice silkworms? Why are you going towards Xinyang?"

Wu Long casually replied,

"My injuries have healed by 70%. I'm going to Xinyang because I heard that Brother Qiao Feng is there. I have some things to discuss with him. Also, I learned from Madam Wang that there seems to be a clue about your biological mother there, so I'll go and see."

Azhu had been sold to the Wang family since she was a child, so she naturally longed to know about her biological parents. Hearing Wu Long say this, she said excitedly,

"Really? Husband?"

Wu Long said:

"Of course it's true, when have I ever lied to you? Hmm, by the way, how's your Yi Jin Jing cultivation going?"

Azi said,

"Hmm, the method of cultivating this Yi Jin Jing is too strange. Is it really the highest level of martial arts in the world? It's too slow. These days, my injuries are healing quickly, but my internal energy is increasing very slowly. Brother-in-law, you said you've only been practicing Wu Long for a few months and you're already a top master. In comparison, the Bei Ming Divine Art is much stronger than the Yi Jin Jing, isn't it?"

Wu Long didn't speak, but Azhu said,

"You're too ungrateful. Back then, when Master Murong and Young Master were discussing martial arts, I was standing by pouring tea and overheard a few words. Master Murong said, 'The Shaolin School has seventy-two unique skills, each with its own exquisite aspects, but to defeat an enemy, one unique skill is enough, there's no need for seventy-two.' At that time, Young Master Murong said, 'Yes, Aunt Wang and my cousin love to boast about their knowledge of martial arts, but what's the use of being knowledgeable but not proficient?'" Master Murong said, "This word 'mastery' is not so easy to achieve. In fact, the true secret of the Shaolin School is the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic). Once you master this classic, even the most mediocre martial arts can be transformed into something extraordinary. The Shaolin School's great reputation comes from this Yi Jin Jing. The seventy-two unique skills are not without their power, but to say that they alone make one the leader of all martial arts and the best in the world is insufficient. With a solid foundation and strong internal energy, even mediocre moves can unleash tremendous power."

That day at Juxian Manor, Qiao Feng used the well-known Taizu Changquan (Emperor Taizu's Long Fist) to fight against heroes from all over the world, and even the most skilled masters were forced to submit. Wu Long nodded and said,

"Murong Bo is right. A solid foundation is very important. Both the [Northern Darkness Divine Art] and the [Yi Jin Jing] have their merits. A Zi, you are still young. For you, the [Yi Jin Jing] is far more suitable than the Northern Darkness Divine Art. Although you feel that your progress is slow now, the most difficult part of the [Yi

Jin Jing] is the beginning. As long as the foundation is good, it will come naturally later. There is no need to take any risks, and the speed is much faster than ordinary martial arts."

The three of them arrived at the inn in Xinyang City. After arranging the carriage, they ate at the inn. Wu Long ordered ten catties of wine and started drinking. Thinking of the drinking contest with Qiao Feng in Wuxi, Wu Long couldn't help but sigh that there are too few true drinking buddies. Drinking alone is not very interesting. A Zhu said gently,

"Husband, your injuries have not healed. Don't drink too much wine. It's not good for your health."

Wu Long smiled and said,

"Don't worry, I know my limits."

A Zi smiled and said:

“Brother-in-law, if you want to drink, just let him drink. I’ve never had wine before, I’ve never had any. Hmm, I want to try it today. Shopkeeper, shopkeeper, bring me some wine. I want to try it too!” The

bartender came over and smiled,

“Young lady, you drink too?”

A-Zi scolded,

“A young lady is a young lady, why add ‘young’? Why wouldn’t I drink? Give me ten catties of baijiu first, and another five catties, and serve me. Two catties of beef, a fat chicken, quick, quick! Who says I’m a little person?” "Aren't you blind? Are you afraid I won't have money to pay the bill?"

Saying this, she took out a silver ingot from her pocket, slammed it on the table with a clang, and said, "If I can't eat or drink, can't I feed it to the dog? What are you worried about?"

Having silver was easy, so the bartender immediately ran into the kitchen. A moment later, the wine and meat were brought out. The bartender placed a large bowl in front of her and smiled, "Miss, I'll give you some wine now."

Azi nodded and said, "Okay."

The bartender filled the bowl to the brim with wine, thinking to himself, "If you drink this..." "A bowl of wine, it's no wonder you'll be rolling around on the ground drunk."

Azi picked up the wine bowl with both hands, licked it, and frowned, saying, "So spicy, so spicy. This wine is awful."

Wu Long laughed, "Hehe, Azi, stop fooling around. Women and children shouldn't drink wine."

Azi, in a fit of laughter, gulped down a mouthful, choking and coughing, tears welling in her eyes. Everyone burst into laughter, including Azhu, who couldn't help but chuckle. The bartender, finding it amusing, immediately became very angry and said:

"You bastard, how dare you laugh at me! I'll cut your tongue out!"

A'Zhu frowned.

"A'Zi."

A'Zhu only had this inexplicable awe for her older sister. Hearing her scolding, she immediately stopped talking. The bartender muttered under his breath,

"Another spoiled brat, huh? She actually dared to cut my tongue out. I'm afraid she doesn't have the ability to do that."

Although he spoke softly, Wu Long and the other two heard him. A'Zi, furious, tore off a chicken leg, took a bite, and said, "Pah, stinky!" The bartender protested.

"This plump, fragrant chicken was clucking all morning. Fresh and hot, how could it smell bad?"

Azi said, "Hmm, maybe it's you who smells bad, or maybe one of your customers smells bad."

The bartender said somewhat angrily, "It's me who smells bad, of course it's me! Miss, watch your words, lest you accidentally offend some gentlemen."

Azi said, "What's wrong? If I offend someone, will they kill me with one blow?" Saying this, she picked up a piece of beef with her chopsticks, took a bite, and before even chewing, spat it out, exclaiming, "Ouch, this beef is sour!" "This isn't beef, it's human flesh! You sell

human flesh, you shady establishment, you shady establishment!"

The bartender panicked and hurriedly said, "Oh dear, young lady, please have mercy, don't cause trouble. This is fresh yellow beef, how can you say it's human flesh? Human flesh doesn't have such coarse muscle texture, nor such a bright red color!"

Azi said, "Fine, you know the texture and color of human flesh. Let me ask you, how many people have you killed in your shop?" The bartender laughed, "You're just joking, young lady. We're from a large town, we've been a shop for over sixty years, how could we kill people and sell human flesh?"

Azi said, "Alright, even if it's not human flesh, it's still stinky stuff. Only a fool would eat it. Oh dear, my boots are so dirty from working in the fields." Saying this, she grabbed a large piece of fragrant braised beef from the plate and wiped it on her left leather boot. The boot was covered in dust, but with this wipe, half the mud was gone, and the beef fat made it shine like a mirror.

The bartender, seeing her use the beef that the chef had carefully prepared to clean her boots, felt a pang of heartache and stood aside, sighing repeatedly.

Azi asked, "Why are you sighing?"

The bartender said, "Our braised beef is considered a specialty of Changtai Town. Within a hundred miles, everyone who mentions it gives it a thumbs up, their mouths watering. But you're using it to clean your boots... this... this..." Azi glared at him and said, "This what?" The bartender said, "It seems a bit too much of a waste." Azi said:

"You say my boots are being treated unfairly? Beef comes from cows, and leather boots come from cows too, it's not a bad thing. Hey, what other specialties do you have? Tell me about them." The bartender said, "We do have some specialties, but they're not this cheap." Azi took out a silver ingot from her bosom and threw it on the table with a clang, asking, "Is this enough?"

Seeing that the silver ingot weighed a full five taels, enough for two whole tables of food and drinks, the bartender quickly smiled and said, "It's enough, no need, how could it not be enough? Our specialty dishes include braised carp in fermented rice wine, boiled lamb, braised pork..." Azi said, "Very good, cook three bowls of each." The bartender said, "Miss, you want to try them? I think one bowl of each is enough..." Azi said with a stern face, "I said I want three bowls, that's three bowls, is it any of your business?"

Wu Long spoke up;

"Alright, Zi, stop fooling around."

Zi originally had plenty of ways to deal with the bartender, planning to use a trick to poison his tongue and then make him beg her to cut it off. But hearing Wu Long's somewhat angry words, although she was a little unwilling, she both loved and feared her brother-in-law, so she decided to put aside her thoughts. The bartender, unaware that Wu Long had saved his life, only had the silver Zi had thrown at him, and hurriedly ran back to the kitchen.

Having experienced the minor incident with Nangong Bo, Wu Long's attention was drawn to two people near the inn's window. He noticed they both possessed considerable martial arts skills and wore luxurious clothes, clearly from wealthy families. They discussed matters of the martial world, mostly about Qiao Feng and the ugly man who suddenly appeared at Juxian Manor, leaving the assembled heroes helpless. They debated his identity, sometimes claiming he was a disciple of a reclusive underworld figure, sometimes a strange being from beyond the realms. However, they all described Wu Long as incredibly tall, immensely strong, and with a tiger's head and a leopard's brain—definitely not a normal person. Wu Long found their discussions increasingly absurd and somewhat amusing. Azi,

having greatly improved her internal strength through the Yi Jin Jing, had excellent hearing and overheard their conversation. She couldn't help but whisper to Wu Long with a smile,

"Brother-in-law, what would they do if they knew this 'ugly man' was right in front of them?"

Wu Long laughed,

"Alright, don't worry about it. Let's eat and rest a bit."

Azi nodded obediently; she was indeed quite hungry.

Wu Long took another sip of wine. By this time, he roughly understood the identities of the two men. One was named Nangong Yu, and the other Tang Cai. They were disciples of the Nangong family of the martial arts world and the Tang Clan of Sichuan. Although these two families had not appeared in the stories of the Tianlong world, it did not mean they did not exist. Both families were extremely powerful, no less so than the so-called Murong family. They also had a long history and could be seen in many novels, wielding considerable influence.

Tang Cai, dressed in white, asked,

"I haven't asked Brother Nangong yet. How did you get to Xinyang?"

Nangong Yu gave a strange smile, thought for a moment, and then explained the whole story. Tang Cai chuckled when he heard that he'd been chased all the way to Xinyang by his fiancée, Gongsun Hongyi, simply for peeping at a woman bathing. He said, "Brother Nangong, did you get a good look at what that woman looked like? She's even prettier than your wife!"

Nangong Yu's interest was piqued, and he exclaimed, "Of course! How could that woman Gongsun Hongyi compare to her!"

"Oh, brother, I'm one of you! Tell me about it!"

"Ahem, it's obvious we're kindred spirits, brother. Come, let me tell you. That day, after we lodged in Yingtian Prefecture, I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and, bored, decided to go for a walk. As I went out, I suddenly smelled a faint fragrance in the air, a similar scent to the one Gongsun Hongyi always smelled when she bathed. So I paid attention, thinking: Could it be some woman taking a bath? I quietly climbed onto the roof and followed the scent to a nearby courtyard. I saw a light on in a room nearby and thought, 'This must be it.' So I quietly went over, climbed onto the roof, and lifted a tile to take a look.

Tsk tsk tsk, that woman's face was like something out of a painting. You wouldn't believe it, her breasts were so big, firm, and white..." I really wanted to touch her, that ass, so big, perky, and white. I was so aroused, I wanted to pin her down and fuck her hard. Just as I was thinking of a way to leave, the woman spoke.

She seemed to be talking to herself, saying something like, "Senior brother, forty years have passed, and Canghai is coming back. Do you miss me? Senior brother, how is my sister? Have you wronged her? Senior brother, do you know, Canghai thinks of you every day!" I was almost scared to death when I heard that. This woman was already fifty or sixty years old. Damn, she looks so young and beautiful, is she a monster? I immediately lost interest in her and turned to leave, but… damn, what an old hag! She made me get chased all the way by that woman Gongsun Hongyi, what bad luck!"

"Haha, since that's the case, how about I treat you, Brother Nangong, to a famous brothel to get rid of the bad luck?"

"Then I'll gladly accept."

The two paid the bill and went out.

Wu Long felt the name Canghai sounded familiar, but couldn't quite place it. Just then, A Zi nudged him. Wu Long looked in the direction she pointed and saw a man walking in. This man was dressed in a single layer of yellow linen clothing. He

quickly approached, and it was clear he was around forty years old, with a large, bright yellow

earring hanging from each ear. He had a lion's nose and a wide mouth, and his appearance was quite fierce and strange, clearly not from the Central Plains.

The man arrived at the inn's entrance, lifted the curtain, and entered. Upon seeing A Zi, he was slightly taken aback, but then his face lit up with joy. He wanted to speak, but then held back and sat down at a table. Wu Long suddenly realized that this must be one of the disciples sent by Ding Chunqiu to find A Zi. A Zi whispered,

"He's my second senior brother, what should I do, brother-in-law?"

Wu Long calmly replied,

"Don't worry, with me here, even if Old Monster Ding comes, he'll just be throwing his life away. You can have a good time playing tricks on them."

A Zi was overjoyed and had the waiter place the dishes on another table, saying,

"Second senior brother, you've worked hard. This is my little sister's gift. There's wine and meat, why don't you eat?"

The man saw a table full of food and wine on an empty seat and said,

"Is this for me? Thank you, junior sister."

He walked over and sat down, took out a small golden-handled knife from his pocket, cut the beef, and started eating with his hands. He ate a few pieces of meat and drank a bowl of wine; his alcohol tolerance was quite good.

The first part of the Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 106: Duan Zhengchun's Death and Ruan Xingzhu's Collection 1.

After

Wu Long finished speaking, he asked A Zi:

"A Zi, does this person still have wine?"

Although Wu Long's martial arts were high, he knew nothing about poison. A Zi looked at him and said:

"He was hit by the Marrow Extraction Palm and is completely dead."

Wu Long was helpless; no matter how high his martial arts skills were, he couldn't save the dead. Wu Long then grabbed a dozen shadows, scaring the shopkeeper who was hiding behind the counter. The shopkeeper, who seemed to know a lot about the fighting and killing among people in the martial arts world, didn't report it to the authorities. He knew that ordinary constables couldn't catch these high-ranking martial arts figures. He had originally thought he was unlucky, but seeing that Wu Long was willing to pay for the funeral, he was naturally very happy. After finishing the bartender's funeral arrangements, Wu Long said,

"This isn't a good place to drink, brother. Let's go to another inn and have a good drink. Have you been searching for news of the leader from back then?"

Qiao Feng replied,

"That's right. What's strange is that wherever I go, someone always kills those who know the truth first, leaving me with a bad reputation. How vicious that villain is! Last time I went to Juxian Manor, I wanted to explain, but I ended up killing people instead. Later, I was saved by a benefactor. After recovering for a few days, I went to Yanmen Pass to look for the rubbings left by my father, only to find that all the writing had been erased. I came back, inquired along the way, and stayed in Xinyang for a few days. I never expected to run into you, brother."

Wu Long smiled and introduced the A'Zhu sisters to Qiao Feng, saying:

"Brother, this is A'Zhu, whom you've met before. This is A'Zi; they are both my wives. A'Zi, this is Qiao Feng, the great hero, and also my sworn brother. You must call him 'Brother,' understand?"

Qiao Feng wasn't overly surprised when Wu Long introduced the two women as his wives. In the Song Dynasty, having multiple wives and concubines was common. If he hadn't focused on martial arts and managing the Beggars' Sect, he probably would have taken several wives as well. After all, even some of the Beggars' Sect elders had two or three wives. Qiao Feng smiled and said,

"Greetings, my two sisters-in-law."

A'Zhu bowed gently to Qiao Feng and said,

"Greetings, Master Qiao."

A'Zi, however, rolled her eyes and said,

"Are you Qiao Feng of the North? I heard your martial arts are very high, even higher than my brother-in-law's?"

Qiao Feng replied...

"These are just empty titles. There are many true masters in the martial world, and my second brother's martial arts are far superior to mine. He is the true number one young master."

Hearing Qiao Feng admit that he was inferior to Wu Long, A Zi's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, as if she were being praised by Qiao Feng. Just then, footsteps were heard outside the door, and someone shouted loudly. Qiao Feng was slightly surprised and rushed outside. He saw a burly man covered in blood on the street, wielding two broadswords, wildly swinging them up and down.

The man had a full beard and a fierce appearance, but his eyes were unfocused, and he acted like a madman. Qiao Feng noticed that the two broadswords in his hands were made of pure steel and were very heavy. When he wielded them, his opening and closing attacks were quite disciplined and precise, showing the style of a master. Qiao Feng knew many figures in the Central Plains martial arts world, but he didn't recognize this big man. He thought to himself, "This big man's axe skills are quite remarkable. How come I've never heard of him before?"

The man wielded his axe faster and faster, shouting, "Quick, quick, go and report to Lord Qian! The enemy has come looking for us!"

He stood on the main road, his two gleaming axes slashing and hacking. Pedestrians naturally kept their distance. Who would dare to approach him? Seeing the man's anxious expression, Qiao Feng realized that his strength was waning as he used his axe techniques, but he struggled to keep going, shouting, "Brother Fu, step back quickly! Don't worry about me, reporting to our lord is the most important thing!"

Qiao Feng thought, "This man is loyal and righteous, a true hero. Such exhaustion must mean he's suffering severe internal injuries." He walked up to the burly man and said, "Brother, how about I offer you a drink?"

The man glared at him angrily, then suddenly shouted, "You wicked villain, how dare you harm my master!" With that, he raised his axe and brought it down on Qiao Feng's head. The onlookers, seeing the perilous situation, all cried out in alarm.

Hearing the words "wicked villain," Qiao Feng was startled: "I was just looking for a wicked villain to avenge myself. This man's enemy is the wicked villain. Although the wicked villain he speaks of may not be my enemy, I should at least save him first."

He immediately lunged forward and reached out to press the acupoints on the man's ribs. Unexpectedly, although the man was delirious, his martial arts skills remained intact. He flipped the axe handle in his right hand, aiming straight for Qiao Feng's abdomen. This move was incredibly skillful and agile; if Qiao Feng hadn't been far more skilled, he would have been struck. He immediately reached out with his left hand, grabbing the axe handle and snatching it away. The burly man was already exhausted; how could he withstand such an attack? His whole body jolted, and he immediately lunged at Qiao Feng. He was reckless, determined to fight his enemy to the death.

Qiao Feng wrapped his right arm around the man, embracing him and, with a slight exertion, rendering him immobile. The onlookers in the street cheered when they saw Qiao Feng subdue the madman. Qiao Feng half-carried, half-dragged the burly man into the inn's lobby, pressed him down to a seat, and said, "Brother, have a drink first!" He ordered the waiter to bring him some wine.

He pressed Qiao Feng down to sit, saying, "Brother, have a drink first!"

He ordered the waiter to bring him wine. The burly man stared at him intently for a long time before asking, "Are you... are you a good person or a bad person?"

Qiao Feng was taken aback, unsure how to answer. A Zi, finding it amusing, said, "He's naturally a good person, I'm a good person, and you're a good person too. We're friends, let's go fight the great villain together."

The burly man stared at her for a while, then at Qiao Feng and Wu Long, seemingly believing him yet not quite. After a moment, he asked, "Then... where is the great villain?" A Zi giggled, "We're friends, let's go fight the great villain together!"

The burly man suddenly stood up, shouting, "No, no! The great villain is extremely powerful! Quick, quick, go inform Lord Qian and ask him to find a way to escape immediately. I'll hold off the great villain, you go and report." With that, he stood up and snatched the axe.

Qiao Feng reached out and pressed his shoulder, saying, "Brother, the villain hasn't arrived yet. Who is your lord? Where is he?"

The burly man shouted, "Villain! Come on, come on! I'll fight you three hundred rounds! Don't you dare hurt my lord!"

A'Zi suddenly cried out, "Oh no! We have to hurry and report to our lord! Where has he gone? Where did he go? We hope the villain doesn't find him!"

The burly man said, "Yes, yes, hurry and report! Our lord went to the Bamboo Grove at Little Mirror Lake! You...you hurry and go to the Bamboo Grove at Little Mirror Lake to report to our lord! Go, go!" He urged him repeatedly, extremely anxious. Wu Long pressed his pressure points, and the burly man immediately fell into a deep sleep. Wu Long said:

"He's gone mad from overexertion and lost his mind. But I recognize him; he's one of the four bodyguards of the Prince of Zhennan in Dali. It seems his master is Duan Zhengchun. Only the Four Evils could be called great villains and dare to attack the Duan family. I know a bit about their feud. Let's go to Xiaojing Lake today."

Suddenly, the innkeeper said, "Going to Xiaojing Lake? It's not a short distance." Qiao Feng, hearing that there was indeed a place called 'Xiaojing Lake,' hurriedly asked, "Where is it? How far is it from here?" The innkeeper said, "If you ask someone else, they might not know. You've come to the right person. I'm from near Xiaojing Lake. Things in this world are truly full of coincidences; that's what you call a story without coincidences! Xiaojing Lake is to the northwest of here..." First, head west for seven and a half li (approximately 3.5 kilometers). You'll see about ten large willow trees, four in a row, four rows in total. One times four equals four, two times four equals eight, three times four equals two, four times four equals sixteen, so there are sixteen large willow trees in total. Then quickly head north. After another nine and a half li, you'll see a large bluestone bridge. Do not cross this bridge, or you'll make a mistake. But you must cross it, not the large bluestone bridge on the left, but the small wooden plank bridge on the right. After crossing the small bridge, sometimes head west, sometimes north, sometimes west again. Just follow the path, and you won't go wrong. After walking twenty-one and a half li, you'll see a large lake like a mirror; that's Little Mirror Lake. From here, it's roughly forty li (approximately 20 kilometers), but actually it's thirty-eight and a half li (approximately 4.5 kilometers), less than forty li.

Having decided to go, Wu Long left A Zi and A Zhu at the inn to look after Lao Gu, while he and Qiao Feng headed west along the main road after leaving the city. After walking seven or eight li, they saw four large willow trees in a row, sixteen in total, along the roadside. This was a landmark; turning north from here and walking another nine li or so, crossing a stone bridge, and continuing along the road would lead to Xiaojing Lake. However, the three didn't rush north here, because they saw an injured farmer leaning against a willow tree, his feet immersed in the muddy water of a ditch beside it. Half of the farmer's face was covered in blood, and he carried a gleaming bronze staff on his shoulder, which looked quite heavy. Wu Long immediately recognized him as Fu Sigui, the third-ranked of the Four Guards of Dali; this scene was also mentioned in the book, and he remembered it, so he wasn't too surprised.

But the farmer's bloodied face and the gleaming bronze staff on his shoulder were indeed quite heavy. Qiao Feng approached the farmer and heard his heavy breathing, clearly indicating he had suffered severe internal injuries. Qiao Feng cut to the chase, saying, "Brother, we've been asked by a friend who wields a broad axe to deliver a message to Little Mirror Lake. Is this the way to Little Mirror Lake?" The farmer looked up and asked, "Is the friend with the broad axe alive or dead?" Qiao Feng replied, "He only suffered some exhaustion; he's fine." The farmer sighed and said, "Thank goodness. Please head north; we will never forget your kindness in delivering the message." Qiao Feng, sensing from his manner of speaking that he was no ordinary country farmer, asked, "Brother..." "What is your surname? Are you friends with that axe-wielder?" The farmer replied, "My humble surname is Fu. Please hurry to Little Mirror Lake, sir. That villain has already overtaken us. To my shame, I couldn't stop him."

Qiao Feng, seeing his honest and simple appearance, felt a sense of pity and said, "Brother Fu, your injury is quite serious. What weapon did that villain use to injure you?" The man replied, "An iron rod."

Qiao Feng saw blood seeping from his chest. He lifted his clothes and saw a deep hole in his chest, no bigger than a finger. Qiao Feng pressed several acupoints around the wound to stop the bleeding and reduce the pain. A'Zhu tore off a piece of his clothing and bandaged his wound.

The man surnamed Fu said, "I dare not thank you both for your great kindness. I only hope you can go to Little Mirror Lake as soon as possible and give me a

message." Qiao Feng asked, "What is your name, and what do you look like?"

The man said, "When you arrive at the shore of Little Mirror Lake, you will see a bamboo grove on the west side of the lake. The bamboo stalks are all square. There are several bamboo houses in the grove. Please go outside and shout loudly a few times: 'The greatest villain in the world is coming! Quickly hide!' That will do. It would be best if you didn't go inside. I will inform you of my name in the future." Qiao Feng

said, "Alright, I will follow your instructions." The big man struggled to his feet, knelt down, and thanked him.

Qiao Feng said, "We feel like old friends at first sight. Brother Fu, there's no need for such formalities." He helped the man up with his right hand, wiped his face with his left hand, and said, "I am Qiao Feng, a Khitan. Until we meet again." Without waiting for the man to speak, he and Wu Long walked quickly away.

"Alright, we'll take our leave now. You can rest here a little longer!" Wu Long said, clasping his hands in a fist salute before following Qiao Feng northward. The two of them walked nine and a half miles in one breath, and in the distance, they saw a towering blue stone bridge. Approaching the bridge, they saw a scholar lying on the bridge. This person had spread a large sheet of white paper on the bridge and used the blue stone on the bridge as an inkstone to grind a large amount of ink. The scholar held a brush in his hand and was writing on the white paper. Before Wu Long even got close, he recognized the man's figure and attire as Zhu Danchen, who was ranked fourth among the Four Guards.

"Sir, you have quite the refined taste!" As the three of them approached, Wu Long smiled as he looked at the reverse painting that Zhu Danchen was drawing.

"Eh, it's Young Master Wu!" Zhu Danchen turned his head upon hearing this and recognized Wu Long at a glance. However, he had not expected to meet him here, so his tone was full of surprise. Wu Long was also surprised and asked,

"Sir, do you know me?"

Zhu Danchen replied,

"Of course I do. After you returned to Dali, we learned that it was thanks to you that the young master was able to escape the demon of Kumārajīva. After returning, based on your description, I painted a picture of you."

After saying this, he used his brush to sketch a few lines on the ground, and Wu Long appeared on the paper. Wu Long was very impressed. If this were modern society, Zhu Danchen would be the nemesis of all crimes. Just based on a description, he could paint himself with an 80% resemblance. It was terrifying. However, there was no time to think too much at this moment. Wu Long told him about meeting Gu Ducheng in the city and Fu Sigui on the road. He then quickly threw away the painting and led the three of them forward. On the way, Wu Long introduced Qiao Feng and A'Zhu to him. When introducing Qiao Feng, he also mentioned his former name, "Northern Qiao Feng."

Upon hearing the name of Qiao Feng, Zhu Danchen was filled with astonishment. Qiao Feng's fame was well-known, and Wu Long's reputation in the martial arts world was also considerable. Although they had been following Duan Zhengchun, they had heard about the affairs of the martial arts world. Zhu Danchen quickly led the three across the bridge, and after traveling for about half an hour, Wu Long, Qiao Feng, and A'Zhu spotted a lake called Mingjian Lake in the distance. Arriving at the lake, they saw the jade-like blue water, its surface as smooth as a mirror, and knew it was undoubtedly "Little Mirror Lake."

A fisherman wearing a straw hat was fishing. Wu Long recognized him as Chu Wanli, the leader of the Four Guards, who had just caught a bluefish. Suddenly, a long roar was heard from afar, followed by a metallic, grating voice: "You son of a bitch surnamed Duan, you can't escape! Quickly surrender and await your fate. I might spare your life for your son's sake!" Wu Long recognized the voice immediately as that of Yue Laosan, that simpleton, and smiled as he looked back. Chu Wanli and Zhu Danchen, the two guards still capable of fighting, along with Ba Tianshi, Fan Hua, and Hua Hegen, the three dukes, upon hearing Yue Laosan's shout, each rushed forward to protect Duan Zhengchun before looking back. The others also looked towards the path they had come from.

About seven or eight zhang away, six people were approaching. The one in the lead had a stiff face, his legs dangling in the air, using two thin iron staffs as stepping stones to slowly make his way across the ground. Each strike of the staff carried an ordinary person two or three steps, demonstrating his incredible speed. Wu Long could see clearly that this man was none other than Duan Yanqing, the leader of the Four Evils, known as the most wicked man under heaven. Beside him followed a tall, thin man dressed as a Taoist priest, wearing a gray Taoist robe. His sleeves fluttered, and he followed Duan Yanqing perfectly, demonstrating exceptional lightness skill. His movements were graceful, his robes billowing in the wind, his figure extremely free and easy. About two steps behind them followed a tall, burly man, dressed strangely, not of Central Plains origin, and his appearance also differed somewhat from that of people from the Central Plains. Walking alongside him was Yue Laosan, the Crocodile God of the South Sea. Two more people followed behind him, but their faces were obscured by the figures of those in front.

Watching these six people approach quickly, Wu Long thought to himself that with Ye Erniang and Yun Zhonghe gone, Duan Yanqing had invited other helpers this time. Judging from the strange attire and appearance of the man in the second row, who was different from the people of the Central Plains, he was undoubtedly a foreigner. Since the Four Evils worked for the First-Rank Hall of the Western Xia Kingdom, it seemed the other four were skilled fighters Duan Yanqing had recruited from the First-Rank Hall, but he wondered about their skill levels. Just as he finished thinking this, the six men had already rushed to within two zhang of him. Soon, they were close enough to stand facing him at a distance of one zhang.

Turning around, about to reply, he suddenly heard a long roar from afar, followed by a metallic, grating voice: "You son of a bitch surnamed Duan, you can't escape! Quickly surrender and await your fate. I might spare your life for your son's sake!" Upon hearing the voice, Wu Long recognized it as that simpleton Yue Laosan, and a smile appeared on his lips as he looked back the way they had come. Upon hearing Yue Laosan's cry, Chu Wanli and Zhu Danchen, the two guards still capable of fighting, along with Ba Tianshi, Fan Hua, and Hua Hegen, the three dukes, each rushed forward to protect Duan Zhengchun before looking back the way they had come. The rest of the group also looked back.

About seven or eight zhang away, six people came running. The first one, with a stiff face, dangled his legs in the air, using two thin iron staffs to walk, inching forward. Each strike of the staff carried an ordinary person two or three steps, his movements incredibly fast. Wu Long clearly saw that this man was none other than Duan Yanqing, the leader of the Four Evils, known as the most wicked man under heaven. Beside him closely followed a tall, thin man dressed as a Taoist priest, wearing a gray Taoist robe. His sleeves fluttered, and he followed Duan Yanqing perfectly, never missing a step, clearly possessing exceptional lightness skill. His posture was graceful, his robes billowing in the wind, his figure extremely free and unrestrained. About two steps behind, a tall, burly man followed, dressed strangely, not of Central Plains origin, and his appearance also differed somewhat from that of people from the Central Plains. The person walking closely beside him was none other than Yue Laosan, the Crocodile God of the South Sea. Two others followed behind him, but their faces were obscured by the figures of those in front.

Wu Long watched the six approaching quickly and thought to himself that with Ye Erniang and Yun Zhonghe gone, Duan Yanqing had invited more helpers this time. Judging from the strange attire and appearance of the person in the second row, who was different from the people of the Central Plains, he was undoubtedly a foreigner. And since the Four Evils served in the First-Rank Hall of the Western Xia Kingdom, it seemed that the other four were skilled fighters Duan Yanqing had invited from the First-Rank Hall. He wondered about their skill levels. Just as he finished thinking this, the six had already reached within two zhang of them. A short while later, they were close enough to stand facing them at a distance of one zhang.

[Next chapter, let Duan Zhengchun die! Sigh, he's getting in the way. The sooner he dies, the sooner he ascends to heaven. Amitabha! Isn't this too evil?]

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