[Wuxia] The Legend of Condor Heroes: The World's People [Complete] - Part 2

Chapter Fourteen: The Deception Successful, Ouyang Feng to Pass on Divine Skill;
On Peach Blossom Island, Studying Again for the Future.

Huh? I... I can't do this! I just memorized the incantation, how could I know any internal energy! I was utterly frustrated.

"What's wrong? Ke'er, why aren't you doing anything? Do you look down on your father's martial arts?"

"No. Father, I don't have internal energy!" Looking at Ouyang Feng's fierce gaze, I trembled and could only
continue making things up: "Years ago, I was struck by a palm from the Ouyang family, losing all my power, and my internal injuries haven't healed yet."

Ouyang Feng looked at me, his eyes glazed, his expression softening. Completely bewildered,
Ouyang Feng suddenly embraced me and wept bitterly, "My poor child, it's all your father's fault. If I hadn't left home back then,
how could the Ximen family have been bullied to this extent by Ouyang? But don't be afraid, your father has a way to give you unparalleled martial arts skills immediately."
As he spoke, Ouyang Feng gently pressed his palm against my crown, and a warm current flowed into my body through his palm, reaching every limb and bone, making my whole body
feel warm and comfortable. "Can you feel the flow of true energy? Use the mental cultivation method your father taught you; this is the method of circulating qi.
You must understand it well."

I dared not be negligent, knowing that Ouyang Feng was helping me refine my body, and immediately activated the Toad Stance mental cultivation method that Ouyang Feng had taught me, guiding
the true energy to circulate through the meridians. It seemed that powerful forces were surging throughout my body, making me feel warm and
full of energy.

I don't know how much time had passed before Ouyang Feng finally slowly withdrew his palm. Knowing I had succeeded, I stopped my practice and looked back at
Ouyang Feng . His forehead was covered in sweat, his face was pale, and his forehead wrinkles were much more pronounced, making him look
ten years older. Ouyang Feng stopped me from asking further questions: "Father, it's alright. I just expanded your meridians and cured
your chronic illness. Quickly try circulating your qi and see if it flows smoothly."

Seeing Ouyang Feng's eager expression, I couldn't bear to argue with him, so I sat cross-legged again and began circulating my qi. Originally, I just wanted to
pretend to rest, but when I truly entered a meditative state, I found my internal qi surging, originating from the Danzhong acupoint, flowing through the Hand Shaoyang, Hand
Taiyang, Foot Yangming, and Foot Shaoyang meridians, returning to the Dantian. This sensation was something my previous superficial qi cultivation could not achieve. I
knew my Ren meridian was now unblocked.

Ouyang Feng scratched his head and said, "Father first helped you familiarize yourself with the cultivation path and opened your meridians. I was worried your body couldn't handle it, so I
also transferred 20% of my internal energy to you. This method is very safe, and you don't need to worry about it affecting your future cultivation progress."

In my previous life, I was a soldier. Soldiers are all straightforward; if you're good to me, I'll be good to you. Besides, I know Ouyang Feng
is sincere towards Yang Guo, and now he's treating me wholeheartedly, always considering my interests. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty for teasing Ouyang Feng
earlier . I don't have any blood feud with Ouyang Feng. Seeing him go to such lengths
to transfer 20% of his internal energy to me... 20% of the internal energy of a seventy-year-old Ouyang Feng! What does that mean?! Now, even if I can't compare to Qiu Chuji, at
least I should be able to defeat two Zhao Zhijings, right? "Father!" I knelt down before Ouyang Feng, hugged his legs, and
squeezed out two tears. "For so many years, your son has been bullied. He's missed his father terribly!" There was no way around it; the act had to
go on. Although there was some sentimentality involved, I called him "father" willingly.

In the Song Dynasty, there was no television, and even opera troupes were rare. Ouyang Feng, of course, knew nothing of actors or the Oscars.
Although Feng was mad, he wasn't confused. He realized I was calling him "father" willingly, and he laughed and shouted with joy, as if he had found a treasure
. He said to me happily, "Good boy, good son, you are truly my good son." He hugged me and shouted,
his voice filling the night sky.

He had made many children call him "father" before, but the children's mothers always scolded him for being indecent and taking advantage of them. Over the years, only
I had ever called him "father." I remained silent, thinking, "Yang Kang died at your hands. Now you're being nice to me; it's just retribution."

"Dad, why is my little penis so swollen?" I've been worried about this all afternoon. Now my penis is
swollen like crazy. I'm thinking, if I can't pee, I don't want my nickname to be melamine. If I can't have
children in the future, I'll rather die than be your father.

"It's okay. Toxins are naturally expelled from the genitals. A boy's urine can cure all poisons. Go back and pee a few times, and the remaining toxins will be cleared.
There won't be any aftereffects." Ouyang Feng patted his chest and said, "Besides, if you practice Dad's techniques, your endowment will
become more and more robust." Ouyang Feng said lewdly.

(⊙o⊙)? Is there such a good thing? I already have a lot of endowment now. When I'm older, I can change my surname to Niu or Ma,
hahaha... Time passed quickly. According to the original script, Guo Jing's call came over. Ouyang Feng's expression shifted uncertainly
. He didn't want to see Guo Jing and Huang Rong, so he said, "My dear son, you're tired too. Go back and rest. I'll teach
you another day! Don't tell anyone about me teaching you martial arts. After some time, once you've digested this two-tenths of your inner strength, I'll find a way to find you and
teach you unparalleled martial arts! Then, father and son working together, we can go anywhere in the world!"

"Then you must be careful, Father." The old man and the young boy parted ways, and I followed the sound to meet up with Guo Jing and Huang Rong. Guo Jing
saw I was unharmed and hugged me tightly, saying, "Guo'er, did Ouyang Feng kidnap you? Are you injured? Let
Uncle Guo take a look."

"Uncle Guo!" I suddenly knelt down and burst into tears.

Guo Jing was completely bewildered and quickly helped me up, and together with Huang Rong, they brushed the dirt off my knees.
"Good child, don't be afraid, your uncle is here. The bad guys are gone." Guo Jing, thinking I was frightened by the bad guys,
quickly comforted me.

In my heart, I cried out: "You just finished having sex and haven't even showered before trying to hug me! Get lost..." I cried helplessly, "No...
I misunderstood Uncle Guo, I deserve to die..." Saying this, I slapped myself.

Guo Jing was stunned. Huang Rong was stunned too. Even the clever and quick-witted Huang Rong couldn't guess
what was wrong with this child.

I said slowly, "Aunt Guo said my father was killed by Ouyang Ke's relatives in
revenge him. I also vaguely heard Eunuch Ke say that he suspected the strange man who kidnapped me was my mortal enemy, Ouyang Feng. I never expected him to
bring me here. Seeing him acting crazy, I pretended to be possessed by Ouyang Ke, and he indeed recounted the events of that year. I now
understand everything..."

Guo Jing and Huang Rong felt a pang of sorrow; they never imagined that good and evil would ultimately be intertwined, and that fate had predetermined everything. Fifteen years later, they returned to this Iron Spear Temple.
Only then was the three-generation feud between the Guo and Yang families truly resolved. Guo Jing, his eyes brimming with tears, trembled as he supported me, saying, "Second brother, are you
watching us? Are you there? Come out and see your elder brother! I'm so sorry, I didn't take good care of you back then, and I let
Guo'er wander for so many years! Uncle Tiexin, Guo Jing promises you, I will raise Guo'er to adulthood and make him a
true man!" His promise was simple yet deeply moving. Even Huang Rong, who was present, felt as if she saw
divine protection, and that the ancestors of the Guo and Yang families were watching over us from heaven. She silently offered her prayers.

I thought to myself, we've finally overcome this hurdle.

Seeing the three of us return safely, everyone was relieved. After I recounted what had happened, they all understood and believed that
Yang Kang's act of atonement was a miracle. I then solemnly apologized to Ke Zhen'e, begging for his forgiveness. Ke Zhen'e originally
only hated Yang Kang and Ouyang Feng. Seeing my sincere repentance on behalf of my father and liking my character, he choked up and helped me up,
thus resolving this feud with me.

Huang Rong, ever attentive, worried I might catch a cold, so she placed her right hand on my wrist: "Hmm? Strange! How come you have such a
strong energy?"

Guo Jing also came over to examine me. "That's right, this internal energy is deep and pure; it seems one couldn't cultivate
such ."

I already had a plan, so I said, "Uncle Guo, actually... he thought I was possessed by his son, so he insisted I
go with him. I wanted to run away but couldn't, and I couldn't beat him in a fight. He asked me who he was, and seeing that he was confused and couldn't remember his own
name , I made up a story that his surname was Ximen, but the Ximen family was destroyed by the Ouyang family, so he wanted to drag me along to find the Ouyang family. I
also said that I didn't know martial arts and would be a burden to him, so he passed on this internal energy to me." I finished speaking without blinking or blushing, and Guo Jing
was already nodding repeatedly.

Huang Rong whispered to Guo Jing, "Guo'er is probably telling the truth." She carefully observed my every move and noticed that
apart from some fear in my eyes, I showed no sign of guilt. On the contrary, I looked directly into her and Guo Jing's eyes as I spoke with righteous indignation.
Remembering what Ke Zhen'e had told them about my clever maneuvering to delay Li Mochou, she concluded that I possessed great courage and admired my
quick wit.

The next day, the group returned to Ke Zhen'e's old house to pay respects to the deceased Six Heroes of Jiangnan. Fearing that Ouyang Feng would come to harass them again, they
hired a boat early and set sail back to Peach Blossom Island.

Damn, I'm rich now! When I first set foot on Peach Blossom Island, I was greeted by endless
peach orchards, verdant mountains in the distance, and beautiful forests and valleys. I could almost hear the babbling of water. Wow! This kind of life is not something ordinary people
can enjoy. There are villas, orchards, mountains and water, and even yachts... Wahaha, here comes my happy life!

Early in the morning, I washed away my fatigue, bathed, tied my hair, and dressed. Looking at myself in the mirror, I
saw bright eyebrows and starry eyes, a face as beautiful as jade. With my tall hat and wide belt, and long sideburns hanging down, I looked incredibly dashing. I admired myself for a while, very satisfied with myself, before finally leaving my room.

"Brother Yang, are you up?" a clear voice called from behind, tinged with surprise.

"Sister Fu, what brings you here?" I hurried forward.

Miss Guo had already come briskly with small steps, carrying a bamboo basket filled with steaming food,
clearly bringing me lunch. Beside Miss Guo was little Cheng Ying; the two had obviously become good friends.

"Fu-mei, slow down. Brother Yang, Uncle Guo is waiting for you in the flower hall. He wants you to see him after you finish eating." Cheng Ying is the same age as me,
only a few months younger. However, since her cousin has become a disciple of the Eastern Heretic, her position on Peach Blossom Island has become quite awkward.
Guo Jing is very particular about etiquette, so he has no intention of taking her as a disciple.

"Fu-mei, Ying-mei, you are too kind." I smiled and welcomed the two sisters into the house. Da Wu and Xiao Wu are probably with
Third Sister , so they didn't come over. They originally used the name 'Fu-mei' as well, but I registered it first, so
Guo Fu wouldn't allow them to call her that.

"No, these are all pastries made by my mother. I thought they tasted very good, so I brought them for you to try." In the morning light,
Miss Guo's face was slightly red, making her look even more charming and lovely.

I ate with the two little girls, drooling as I ate. Sigh, what a feast for the eyes! It's just a pity my
body is too small, otherwise I really want to [
insert sexual act here] you right now. I want to grow up, boohoo... After finishing breakfast, I followed Guo Fu to the Bamboo Garden. Ke Zhen'e, Guo Jing, and Huang Rong were already sitting in the hall. I was about to reluctantly kneel and
pay my respects to my revered master when Huang Rong spoke : "Brother Jing, you've taken on so many disciples today, I'm quite envious. How about you let me have one?"

Guo Jing asked in surprise: "Rong'er is actually interested in taking on disciples today? Alright then, you can choose first."

I felt guilty, thinking, "You're not planning to play me again, are you? I've put on a good show, suffered enough, and even used my looks to my advantage. I've been
sexually harassed by Old Guo several times, and you still won't let me go."

Sure enough, Huang Rong said, "Guo'er, why don't you become my disciple?"

"This..." Guo Jing didn't expect his wife to be competing with him for his darling, and he hesitated for a moment before saying, "Then
what do you think, Guo'er?"

"Oh, shut up!" Of course, I cursed inwardly. I asked with a bitter face, "Aunt Guo, can I learn from Uncle Guo?"

Huang Rong laughed, "You clever little devil, I know what you're thinking. You're afraid my skills aren't as good as your Uncle Guo's, afraid I won't teach you the real
skills , right?" She made me kneel in front of her and said kindly, "Don't worry, I promised your mother at the Iron Spear Temple
that I would take good care of you and teach you to be a great hero, bringing glory to your Yang family. You can rest assured." Huang Rong was speaking from
the heart. After experiencing so many twists and turns, she saw that I was quick-witted, knowledgeable, and had a good memory, which matched her own personality.
So she really wanted to take me as a disciple and pass on all her skills to me. Moreover, her husband was rather dull-witted.
Although he possessed exceptional skills, he wasn't necessarily good at teaching apprentices, which was why he had snatched me away.

My eyes lit up; I understood Huang Rong's meaning and quickly kowtowed, "Greetings, Master! Greetings, Uncle Guo!"

Guo Jing, moved by his wife's words, smiled wryly and said, "Alright then, I'll accept Dunru, Xiuwen, and Fu'er as my disciples!"

"Father, I want to learn from Mother too!" Guo Fu, seeing me on her mother's side, immediately jumped ship.

"We'll learn from Aunt Guo too!" The two simpletons, Da Wu and Xiao Wu, chimed in.

Guo Jing's face darkened, and he scolded, "Stop fooling around! Do you think this is child's play? What kind of behavior is this!"
Fortunately, Wu San Niang wasn't there, or she might have fainted from anger.

Huang Rong smiled bitterly to herself. Da Wu and Xiao Wu were not only good-for-nothings but also had ulterior motives; they were definitely not suitable disciples. However, she had already agreed.
Wu Sanniang, unable to refuse any longer, could only say, "Your Uncle Guo is one of the top masters in the world. His martial arts are most
suitable for you to learn. You should quickly apologize to your master." She glared at her daughter as she spoke.

Guo Fu, seeing this, knew she had caused trouble, stuck out her tongue, apologized to her father, and then led Da Wu and Xiao Wu to pay respects to their master.

Then the three of them paid respects to their grandmaster, Ke Zhen'e. I joined in the fun, saying I respected Ke Zhen'e's character the most, and also
rushed to kowtow to him. Don't call me a scoundrel; flattery never fails, and taking a small loss is a big gain.
The difference in attitude between the passive and the active approach was immediately apparent. Ke Zhen'e, who had been listening intently and didn't particularly like Da Wu and Xiao Wu, personally got up and
helped Guo Fu and me up, leaving his two proper grand-disciples standing to the side.

This Huang Yaoshi, proficient in Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, and ingenious engineering, truly lived up to his reputation. The pavilions, terraces, and
waterside terraces on Peach Blossom Island are all exquisitely designed with ingenuity. The island is fragrant with flowers and plants, lush with greenery and clear water—truly a beautiful
place. But… what is this empty space in front of me? People say Guo Jing is like a cow chewing on a peony, ruining the scenery. He's filled a
perfectly good courtyard with all sorts of weapons, and there are even several large stone locks next to it. Further away, there's a haystack and a
stable. Why didn't he just build a yurt? What a country bumpkin! I despise Guo Jing's aesthetic sense. Damn it,
one day I'll free everything here from your clutches!

"Today, on behalf of your grandfather, Yang Tiexin, I will pass on the Yang family's ancestral spear technique to you! Watch carefully." Guo Jing
drew a bright silver spear from the weapon rack. "There are eight techniques for wielding the spear: chop, cover, intercept, block, flick, charge, guide, and lift! When making a move,
don't seek speed, but accuracy! Be steady! No move can deviate from these eight most basic movements!" Guo Jing and Huang Rong thought to themselves, how could a descendant
of the Yang family not know the Yang family spear technique? When Guo Jing was young, Ke Zhen'e had specially taught him the Yang family
spear technique to fulfill a bet with Qiu Chuji, so this set of spear techniques was taught by Uncle Guo, and therefore I am also considered his disciple.

"Immovable as a mountain, swift as thunder! The foundation lies in the feet, the body follows the feet, the arms follow the body, the wrists follow the arms, all united as one, the whole body a unified
force. Twenty-three forms for mounted combat, nineteen forms for foot combat, twenty years to master the Pear Blossom Spear, invincible throughout the world!" Guo Jing imparted
all me, and even this battlefield fanatic was completely absorbed in learning them… I deeply understood my limited time, so besides
practicing martial arts, I spent my days studying the classics, the works of various philosophers, astrology, medicine, and geography with Huang Rong. In my previous life, I was
a top student at a military academy, and with my photographic memory, I quickly mastered this knowledge. My master did not disappoint me,
and also showed me his two signature skills – the *Wumu Legacy* and the *Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian* from the *Nine Yin Manual*. For this, I was deeply
grateful; others may not know the value of these two treasures, but that doesn't mean I don't. Although the original *Wumu Legacy* has been
lost in later generations, its reputation remains legendary. Now that I have the privilege of reading Marshal Yue's military treatise, I
cherish . Every morning, I would voluntarily follow Guo Jing in morning practice to hone my strength.
Guo Jing and his wife saw all this and secretly nodded in praise of my thoughtfulness, feeling very gratified.

Chapter Fifteen: Three years passed in a flash, the top scholar in the imperial examination;
Ouyang's night visit, setting fire to White Camel Mountain.

Time flies, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"Master! Mistress! Eldest brother has passed! Eldest brother has passed!" The brothers Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen rushed into the room in a panic,
only to find familiar faces waiting for them. It was Guo Jing and his wife, Wu Sanniang, and Ke Zhen'e, who was leaning on a cane.

The older, beautiful woman had her hair styled in a coiled dragon bun, held up by a jade phoenix hairpin. She wore a silver and white dress, her expression was aloof and composed, her phoenix
eyes radiant. Her skin was like snow, yet radiant and inner, her beauty subtle and understated, truly captivating, like a bright pearl, pure and flawless. It was none other than Wu San Niang, the mother of
Da Wu and
Xiao Wu. For years, she had lived with the others on Peach Blossom Island, free from the pressures of life. Not only had the ailments from years of wandering been completely cured, but she now radiated beauty and charm, her captivating
allure rivaling even that of Huang Rong.

"What's the rush? Explain yourself!" Guo Jing also stepped forward with a smile.

Three years ago, Xiao Cheng Ying was sent to Mount Hua and became the first disciple of Shen Qingjun, the wife of Yue Kefeng, the head of the Mount Hua Sect. Yue Kefeng
was no ordinary man; he was the grandson of Yue Zhen, the youngest son of Prince Yue. He had given up the hereditary title of Duke of E, held by the imperial court, to become
the head of the Mount Hua Sect.

"Master, Mistress, our eldest brother is on the list! He's the top scorer in the provincial examination! He's the top scholar of Jiaxing Prefecture!" Wu Dunru
exclaimed with a smile. For the past three years, the four of them had lived together, and his skills had improved dramatically, making him the undisputed eldest brother. Da Wu and Xiao
Wu were completely under his thumb. Seriously, for a reconnaissance company commander, disciplining these two blockheads was a piece of cake.

"Da Wu and Xiao Wu, are you telling the truth?" A bright red figure flashed out from the back hall. It was a young girl in her prime,
with almond-shaped eyes and a radiant smile. Her figure was graceful and alluring—it was Miss Guo, the girl the brothers had secretly admired for three years.

Da Wu stared blankly at his dream girl, momentarily speechless. Xiao Wu, being the quick-witted one, continued, "Junior Sister,
didn't you see? That day at the inn, a huge entourage came to welcome Senior Brother with all the banging and banging. It was so lively! A whole bunch of people,
blowing trumpets , setting off firecrackers... Senior Brother was all dressed in red and colorful ribbons. I, Fu-mei, didn't even see that."

Guo Fu pouted and said, "It's all because Dad wouldn't let me go. He's blaming you. By the way, why didn't Big Brother come back
with ?"

"Senior Brother was invited by the Education Commissioner. He said he had some official business to attend to that evening and was afraid he wouldn't be able to get away. He told them to come back first to report the good news
so that Master and Mistress wouldn't worry," Xiao Wu said.

"Hehe, Guo'er really brought glory to the Yang family this time." Guo Jing chose to ignore his daughter's complaints.
He wasn't good at arguing, especially since his daughter had two powerful backers who he couldn't afford to offend.

"That lad, Guo'er, is indeed intelligent and hardworking. It's also thanks to Rong'er's excellent guidance; otherwise, he wouldn't have passed the imperial examination at such a young age,
even becoming the top scholar." The speaker was Old Man Ke, who had just arrived on the island. After all, his five brothers had died there,
so he never stayed long. This time, he had come all this way to wait for my examination results. Over the past few years,
I've managed to subdue the eccentric old blind man. Because old people always need something to rely on, Ke Zhen'e wasn't inherently
unpleasant just his strange temper that made Guo Jing afraid of him, always behaving respectfully in his presence. My master wasn't close to him either, and still
harbored some resentment. The younger generation didn't like to be near him, mainly because he looked frightening and wasn't friendly.
In the end, I was the only one left who would play with him. It was just me; we'd drink and boast together. Grandpa Ke came from
humble beginnings and loved this kind of life. Unfortunately, after the deaths of his siblings, he lived alone in
the world. Now, I've brought him back the joy he hadn't felt in years, and he's become much more cheerful. He comes to the island more often
, and his relationship with my master and the other children has become much closer. Guo Jing sees this and is quite pleased, growing even more fond of this
son of his old friend.

"Guo'er greets Master, Uncle Guo! Greetings to Grandpa Ke!" Three days later, I finally returned to the island.

"Guo'er, get up and speak. Did you really pass the imperial examination with flying colors?" My master's tone was filled with joy.

I looked up. Ah, it really is true that a day apart feels like three autumns. For the past three years, I've read every day, and almost every night I've
been by this beauty's side, discussing poetry, literature, astronomy, and geography with her. If it weren't for her constant company, I would
n't have been able to concentrate on studying the Four Books and Five Classics. And if it weren't for pleasing these two beauties, I wouldn't have bothered taking the imperial examinations.

Guo Jing patted my shoulder with a smile, "Guo'er, Uncle Guo really didn't expect you to become the top scholar in the prefecture.
Hehe, our Guo and Yang families have produced quite a few military generals in our ancestors, but a scholar with an official title like you is a first.
You, you're very good!"

I knew that this blockhead Uncle Guo would only say "You're very good" when he was happy, so I was already used to it. "It's all
thanks to Master supervising Guo'er's studies; otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have gotten the lowest score." I remained humble, kept a low profile, and kept a low
profile . I wouldn't be complacent about being a top scholar; I had bigger goals.

I saw Guo Fu standing to the side, gazing at me with tender affection, and continued, "Of course, I also want to thank Sister Fu for
adding incense and grinding ink for me every night..."

Guo Fu was delighted and lowered her head shyly.

I then saw Wu Sanniang looking at me with satisfaction and forced herself to say, "And Sanniang often makes me midnight snacks...
" "Uh... Uncle Guo's daily advice is also very important!" "And Grandfather's supervision over the years!"
"My two junior brothers have also helped me a lot." Damn it, I might as well praise them all; everyone should carry a sedan chair.

"Guo'er knows how to be humble and cautious; he has indeed grown up. However, he still needs to continue to work hard and see if he can pass the
imperial examination in three years. It would be best if he could win a top scholar's wife for our little Fu'er." Ke Zhen'e laughed loudly from the side, leaning on his cane.

"Grandfather, if you laugh at Fu'er again, Fu'er will not make your favorite snacks to go with wine anymore." Guo Fu was extremely shy and
coquettishly hid behind her mother.

"Hehe, well, in three years, Guo'er will be nineteen. How about this, regardless of whether you pass the imperial examinations or not, Uncle Guo will
arrange for Fu'er to marry you." Three years passed in a flash. No matter how hard Guo Jing worked, his master's belly wouldn't grow big, and he
gradually gave up the idea of having a son. The couple focused all their attention on teaching me, and had long since considered me their future son-in-law.

Chapter Sixteen: Guo Jing's Proposal, Only the Newlyweds Smile;
Remembering Old Kindness, Third Sister, Don't Cry for Me.

What could I say? I could only shout in my heart: Old Guo, I've actually been waiting for you to say this for a long time. Finally, I haven't wasted
three years being your little rabbit; you're just too adorable. "Thank you, Uncle Guo, for your kindness. Guo'er will definitely take good care of Fu'er."

Miss Guo was both shy and happy when her father suddenly betrothed her to me. She was shy because she hadn't expected her father to bring it up at this time
. She was happy because she and I were mutually attracted, and their daily interactions had already won her heart. Now that her parents had given their approval,
how could not be happy? Meeting my flirtatious gaze, she couldn't help but blush, lowering her head and becoming even more charming.

I stared intently, my gaze growing even more intense. Three years had passed, and Guo Fu's body had fully blossomed. She still wore
a yellow satin floral dress and light red ankle boots, exuding a wild and willful air. Although still a teenager,
her breasts were high and firm, her hips round and shapely, her legs long and slender—well-developed, with everything in the right places—truly a
beauty among beauties.

Guo Fu couldn't resist my strange gaze, feeling both delighted and shy. She stamped her little foot in protest, turned, and ran into
the house , leaving behind the family laughing and joking.

Of course, some were happy while others were sad; a hint of disappointment flashed in the eyes of Wu San Niang and the two brothers, Da Wu and Xiao Wu.

"Guo'er, come with me," Guo Jing and Huang Rong called me over, leaving only the two brothers, Da Wu and Xiao Wu, behind.

"Ugh!" Wu Dunru felt stifled and frantically practiced martial arts in the courtyard! Wu Xiuwen wasn't having an easy time either,
sparring with his brother, and before they knew it, they were both using their full strength.

"Big brother, we can't compete with our senior brother, let's accept our fate. Fu-mei's thoughts are written all over her face. Master is already planning to pass on
the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to our eldest brother." Exhausted, Wu Xiuwen lay on the ground, panting and sighing.

"How come his life is so good? Just because he's fair-skinned, Master and Mistress favor him. Otherwise
, how could we be worse than him? Now, even though we are his direct disciples, we're passing on the best martial arts to outsiders." Wu Dunru
cursed resentfully.

Wu Sanniang didn't call out to her two dull-witted sons, but walked dejectedly towards her room. You two stupid fools, even
combined can't match half of his effort, yet you want to compete with him. She silently saw all my efforts
and was pleased in her heart.

But thinking of me, a smile appeared on her lips again. For three years, I've held San Niang's heart firmly in my grasp.
Sometimes we even sneak off to a small cave for intimate moments. Although we've
never actually done anything passionate or intense, I've kissed and touched her countless times. Knowing my tenderness will ultimately belong to Guo Fu, she's
somewhat infatuated… "The dragon regrets its ascent!" Guo Jing said, slightly bending his left leg, his right arm inward, his right palm drawing a circle, and with a whoosh, pushing
outward. Powerful! I felt as if the air around me had been sucked away, making it difficult to move even an inch. The palm strike assaulted my body, and I
could only raise my spear and nod, using defense as a form of attack. Guo Jing avoided the attack, his palm changing to a horizontal slash to grab my spear shaft. I countered with a move like "Erlang Carries the Mountain," my spear
rising and striking in a flurry of parries and strikes, following up with a series of spear flourishes, trying to cut off his energy. Uncle Guo met my attack with a Dragon Tail Swing,
our energies clashing. I somersaulted in mid-air to dissipate the force, bracing myself with my spear, and respectfully said, "Uncle Guo, your martial arts are superb . I, Guo'er,
am convinced."

Guo Jing suddenly decided to test my skills. In the past, he had always countered me with Quan Jinfa's Balance Pole Spear Technique or Han Xiaoying's Yue Maiden Sword Technique
; this was the first time he had used his palm against my spear. He had just brought up marriage, and my master hadn't objected, so it seemed...
It was all pre-arranged. A son-in-law is practically a son! Could it be? Could it be that he's going to teach me the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?! Wow, I'm going to
be rich ! The more I thought about it, the more excited I became.

Sure enough, Guo Jing said, "You've practiced spear techniques for three years, and your combat skills are quite impressive. Uncle Guo has decided that from today onwards,
I will pass on to you the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, which I've dedicated my life to studying." Seeing me easily dodge his final move, which was at five levels of power, Guo Jing
was very pleased. In just three years, I had mastered the Yang family spear techniques to such an extent,
far surpassing his own skills when he was practicing martial arts in the desert. Over the past three years, under the foundation-building training of the *Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian*, I had
fully integrated , and based on this, my internal energy had grown remarkably rapidly. According to Guo Jing and his wife, if it were a one-on-one contest of internal energy, I should be able
to defeat the likes of Hao Datong and Sun Bu'er, and not far behind Li Mochou. Of course, this only refers to internal strength; in terms of technique, I'm
far inferior. You see, the Yang Family Spear Technique is a mounted martial art for killing enemies on the battlefield. In terms of martial arts level alone, it's even inferior to
Guo Jing 's Yue Maiden Swordplay. However, in my previous life, I was a soldier, and I especially loved this kind of spear technique used in battle, so I
studied the Yang Family Spear Technique quite thoroughly. Moreover, this is a "spear technique," damn it, I wonder if I'm some kind of genius, able to
adapt it to my lower-handed spear, I thought lewdly.

The moon rises above the willow branches, a rendezvous after dusk. After practicing slapping trees all afternoon, having dinner, taking a bath, and secretly flirting
with a pretty girl, I obediently returned to my room to read. To be honest, these Four Books and Five Classics aren't as interesting as the erotic books published by Baiwei Bookstore.
However, my future bright future and beautiful companions lie within these Four Books and Five Classics; "In books, there are houses
of gold ; in books, there are beauties like jade." The ancients were right.

I studied until midnight, and seeing the courtyard was quiet, I quietly took a scroll from my robes. It was titled "The Yellow Emperor's Classic of the Plain Girl
."

The story of how this book came about is quite amusing. The night before last, I was resting alone at the inn when I heard
someone knocking on my window. I opened the window and saw that it was none other than Ouyang Feng, whom I hadn't seen for many years. He still looked as dashing as
ever , but his appearance had changed slightly. His hair and beard had clearly been styled, obviously a
new pompadour hairstyle designed for his son.

"Father, what brings you here?" I hadn't expected to run into Ouyang Feng on my first trip outside Peach Blossom Island in three years.

Ouyang Feng glared at me and said, "Isn't it because I'm looking for you, kid? I've been waiting for you in Jiangnan for the past three years. The day before yesterday, I heard that my
good son had actually become an official, so I came to find you."

I said apologetically, "Father, please don't be angry with me. I was taken to an isolated island overseas and couldn't contact you, so...
Besides, I passed the imperial examination, not become an official."

"That's about right. Our Ximen family should be a martial arts family. Whether we study or not isn't important. But if we got some kind of official
position, I wonder if that would be fun?" Ouyang Feng waved his hand and continued, "
After I separated from you three years ago, I inquired everywhere. People in the martial arts world said that the most famous Ouyang family in the martial arts world is in White Camel Mountain in the Western Regions, but they've never heard of
our Ximen family, nor do they know about me, Ximen Qing..."

My heart skipped a beat. Oh no, am I about to be exposed? I secretly gathered my strength, ready to run away at any moment, and said to
Ouyang Feng , "I was too young back then to remember which Ouyang family it was. But perhaps our family has been gone from the martial arts world
for too long, so people in the martial arts world have forgotten about us." Damn it, no wonder people say that if you tell one lie,
you have to tell a hundred more to cover it up. I will definitely be an honest person from now on.

Ouyang Feng nodded and said, "My son is right. I went to the Western Regions three years ago, returning every year.
I didn't expect the locals to say that the Ouyang family had been in ruins for ten years. I went in and looked around, and it seemed quite familiar. It must be
the home of our great enemy. I looted all the good things they had hidden, and then burned the Ouyang family home to the ground. It was truly satisfying.
Hahaha..."

I was extremely annoyed. Burning down his own home and still laughing so heartily—only my old man could do that. Damn it, I
ca , and I mustn't let him regain his memory, otherwise he'll probably tear me to shreds and
use the skin to make a human skin belt for his precious venomous snake. "Uh, congratulations, Father, for finally avenging the Ximen family."

"Haha, good son, now you can go and roam the martial world with your father. With your current martial arts foundation, and with your father's
support , we can go anywhere in the world." Ouyang Feng said with a loud laugh.

"This... Father, I can't leave yet," I said hesitantly, desperately trying to come up with a reason.

"Hmm? Why is that?" Ouyang Feng glared at me, clearly dissatisfied with my answer.

"Well, you said I'm about to become an official, right? Once I'm an official, I can't travel around anymore, and there are many things in the government office that
I need to handle every day."

"Then there's no point in being this damn official. Just come with me, Father."

"Father, now that our enemies are gone, we can finally go home, right? I was too young when I left home, and I only remember that
our house was called 'Wanmei Manor,' but I don't know where it was. I suppose you don't remember either. How about this, you go and find out
where our house is, and we can go back and rebuild it." I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said to Ouyang Feng.

"That's true. Once we find a home, I'll find you a few wives and concubines. You should give me some grandchildren as soon as possible, so
the Ximen family can have many descendants. That would be wonderful. Hurry up and pack your things, let's leave this place." Ouyang Feng said, trying to pull me
over the wall .

"Father, this is absolutely not possible! Think about it, if I run away, the court will punish me and arrest me. No matter
where we go, the soldiers will follow. Although my father and I aren't afraid of the soldiers, being followed by a swarm of flies every day is so annoying, and we
won't be able to find our home. Why don't you do the work and look for it yourself? I'll use my official power to mobilize people to investigate. Then
we can rebuild our home. Isn't that a win-win situation?" I pleaded earnestly. My dear father, your son has
several beauties waiting to be taken care of, so I don't have time to play with you right now. Please forgive me.

Ouyang Feng nodded repeatedly, saying, "Exactly! My son's method is the best. Guo'er, once your father finds our Wanmei Manor,
you tell that emperor we'll become officials near our home. If he dares to object, your father will tear his head off!"

I suppressed a laugh and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you, Father. Once I become an official, I'll spread messages throughout the martial world, making it easier for you
to find me. We can contact each other anytime."

"That's for the best. Son, do you have any wine or food? I've traveled over three hundred li to see you and haven't had a proper meal all day."
"Here's the food," Ouyang Feng said, patting his stomach.

I was touched and immediately went to get five taels of silver to have the inn prepare a top-notch feast. Soon, the food and wine
were served in a continuous stream. The wine was the finest Zhuangyuanhong, and the dishes included braised chicken, preserved duck, lake delicacies, and mountain specialties—everything imaginable. I even specially ordered an extra jar of strong liquor for
Ouyang Feng . The two of them sat down, eating and chatting.

"Come, son, have a drink with your father," Ouyang Feng said, raising his wine jar.

My alcohol tolerance is average, but I could only switch to a larger cup, fill it with Zhuangyuanhong, and clink glasses with Ouyang Feng: "Father,
I haven't drunk in a long time, my tolerance is low, so I'll just have a little."

"A real man shouldn't be so hesitant! Come on, bottoms up!" "

After a few drinks, I felt a bit dizzy, and I figured I'd really get drunk if I drank any more. Ouyang Feng, however, didn't press me anymore.
He happily drinking and eating from his wine jar, but he became quite talkative after drinking, recounting his experiences over the past ten years and then
asking me a lot of incoherent questions about the Ximen family. I kept saying I was too young to remember, afraid I'd slip up while I was a bit tipsy
. I only remembered that when I watched 'The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng,' Wanmei Manor seemed to be in Jiangxi, so I made up a lie, saying..." As far as I remember,
home was in Jiujiang. I told Ouyang Feng to find it himself. Anyway, it wasn't in the north, so he didn't need to go looking for it there. I didn't want
Ouyang Feng to go to Mount Hua and die together with Hong Qigong.

The next morning, I got up from the table and found Ouyang Feng was gone. I thought to myself, this father of mine is really a mess. He comes and
goes without a trace, and seeing me drunk, he didn't even bother to throw me in bed and let me sleep on the table all night. But seeing
this big shot gone finally gave me a sigh of relief. "Huh? What's this?" "I noticed a rather large bundle piled on the table and
curiously opened it. Holy crap, what's this? Cistanche deserticola? Judging by its size, it's over a hundred years old. What's this? 'Spring Breeze One-Night Powder'?
And what else? 'Wushan Cloud and Rain Pill'? Holy crap, could this be Ouyang Ke's treasured possession? After all these years, it must be past its expiration
date! Later, I actually had a stray dog test it, and the effects were surprisingly good… I'll
throw these things aside for now. Hey? What's this? 'Corpse Dissolving Powder'! Good stuff, this thing is too famous, I'll quickly put it away. The bundle also contained
a lot of jewelry and valuables. Taking a closer look, wow… a cat's eye stone and sapphire the thickness of a thumb, a luminous
pearl , a piece of Hetian mutton fat jade the size of a child's fist
, a Kucha dagger inlaid with dazzling gems, a heart-shaped ruby pendant, pearl earrings, and… a jade cup! Damn, I'm rich now! This bundle alone contains at least…"
It could fetch ten thousand taels of gold. Wait, there are two more books? The Serpent Fist and the Yellow Emperor's Classic of the Plain Girl? Looks like they really were copied from Ouyang Ke
. Dad said that if we burned down White Camel Manor, it would be a real pity if some good things weren't salvaged. I
happily fiddled with a few bottles of aphrodisiacs and flipped through the Classic of the Plain Girl. It meticulously described various scenes of male-female intercourse: dragon
wrestling, tiger leaping, leopard pouncing, cicada clinging—dozens of different positions and postures evolved from the basics, truly
ever-changing . Moreover, the characters' expressions were lifelike, the movements clear, and the expressions of male and female climax leaped off the page.

My eyes lit up. Back in the army, I'd hide in the office watching porn and worry about the bastards coming in and shouting "Report!" Now
, I cherished this book so much that I couldn't put it down; the Serpent Fist manual had to take a backseat. Ridiculous! If I learned this,
my master would cripple my hands when I got back.

Chapter Seventeen: The Charming Guo Fu, Visiting Under the Moonlight to Confess Her Feelings
Mother and son worked together, and Sister Fu's massage skills were truly remarkable. Speaking

of Peach Blossom Island, I secretly flirted with Third Sister. Having not seen her for so long, I was so excited I almost lost control. Third Sister,
through my crotch, said my "treasure" had grown bigger again. I secretly measured it; it was now a full eight inches long, making me incredibly
smug . That night, in my bedroom… Damn it, I've watched a lot of Japanese AV and Western films, but before, I only watched with a
superficial understanding. Now I can truly see the difference. No wonder it felt so familiar; it turns out our ancestors had already thoroughly
studied "The path to the mountain of books is the root of lust, the sea of desire is boundless, and women are the boats." I, Young Master Yang, was carefully examining the rare erotic paintings and the *Su Nu Jing* from the Hundred Flavors
Bookstore , and couldn't help but sigh… Suddenly, I thought, the Japanese devils aren't as powerful as we are now.
If I have the chance, I should go and bully them, cross the ocean and see what female body sushi and bondage are all about. When I returned, I
confessed… When they met Old Man Ouyang, and talked about how Ouyang Feng had inexplicably burned down White Camel Manor, and how I had tricked him into searching the entire world
for the fictitious Wanmei Manor, Old Monster Ke laughed heartily, making Guo Jing chuckle as well. Huang Rong and
Guo Fu already doubled over with laughter. Looking at this mother and daughter duo, as beautiful as twin lotus blossoms, I could only
swallow my saliva. The rest was about dividing the spoils. I gave Guo Fu a luminous pearl the size of a pigeon egg to please her, and left a
heart-shaped ruby pendant for Third Sister. Then I handed over all the treasures except for the aphrodisiac, books, and a few top-quality gems.
When Huang Rong received the package, she was startled. Even the Eastern Heretic, who loved collecting, might not have been able to produce so many jewels.
This was because the Western Regions were rich in gems and were close to the Silk Road. It seemed that many years ago, the Western Poison often staked out and robbed passing
merchants at night. I never expected that in the end, it would all benefit me.

"Big brother, are you asleep?" It was Miss Guo's voice from outside the door. What was she doing in the bedroom so late?
Could it be... that she hid erotic paintings under her pillow? I opened the door and forced a harmless smile. "Fu-mei, it's so late, is there
something you need?"

The girl outside looked up. Her eyebrows were arched, her eyes were like deep pools of autumn water, her nose was delicate, her lips were red, her breasts and buttocks
were beginning to develop her waist was slender and graceful, and her long skirt trailed on the ground. Her eyes were full of affection. The little girl from back then had grown into
a beautiful young woman. I almost turned into a wolf in sheep's clothing and swallowed her whole.

"Big brother, I saw that your light was still on in your room. I was afraid you were tired from studying, so I made some dishes and warmed a pot of wine to help you relax
." Miss Guo's voice was soft and shy.

"Fu-er, you're so good to me. It's getting chilly, come in quickly." "I saw an opportunity. Fu Mei had become Fu Er. Waiting for
Miss Guo, blushing, to enter with her vegetable basket, I stared from behind at the girl's slender waist and plump hips swaying beneath her skirt. My eyes blazed, my
lips were dry, and I quietly closed and locked the door… Dark clouds obscured the moon outside the window; it was pitch black without a lamp—
the perfect time to do something naughty.

I walked step by step toward Miss Guo, who was tidying up the food and drinks, my eyes fixed on her back, finally settling on her increasingly
pert and rounded buttocks… 'Big brother, these dishes were taught to me by Mother herself. I've been working very hard to learn!'"
" Try it, if it doesn't taste good, don't laugh at me..." The girl was completely unaware of the change in the man behind her, still immersed in
her own sweet dream, thinking that perhaps soon she would become the rightful Mrs. Yang... "Big brother,
come here..." In the dark bamboo house, Guo Fu said shyly with a flushed face.

"Hehe, it's so dark at night, where should I call you, big brother?" I asked with a lewd smile as I approached the bed.

"You're bad... I want you to come here." Miss Guo said coquettishly. "Come to bed quickly, or I'm
leaving."

"Oh, wow, it's so dark... um... ah, so beautiful." There was a soft rustling sound in the room, and the two of them covered
their heads and faces and crawled into the quilt, and then I heard a gasp.

"Um... so beautiful... big brother, don't you want to touch it?" "Guo Fu asked with a coquettish laugh.

"Why don't you hold it in your hand? Look how big it is, you can't even hold it with one hand..." In the darkness, only my
lewd . If Guo Jing and Huang Rong were passing by, they might have already rushed in to punish this little lecher.

"Yes, this luminous pearl really does glow!" o (╯□╰)o At this point, the two of them finally lifted the quilt and
got off the bed.

"How is it, Fu-mei? Isn't this pearl fun?" I turned around and asked, holding the lamp, but in my heart I sighed: Alas,
I really want to take advantage of this opportunity to push the little beauty down, but looking at her innocent smile, I can't bear to. Let her be innocent for another two years.

"Yes, Fu-er likes it so much. This luminous pearl really does glow in the night. When you hold it in your palm, the light can
be reflected . It's so beautiful!" Miss Guo turned around and found me standing behind her. Unexpectedly, she met my burning
gaze, which was too intense to look directly at: "Big brother, what are you looking at?" "

Fu'er... I, I, hehe, you're so beautiful." My long-cultivated military bearing made me
tongue-tied when I had something to hide. I desperately wanted to do *that*, but at the crucial moment, I always lacked that final spark.

Miss Guo's face flushed with delight when she saw me foolishly praising her looks. "Good brother, sit down and eat,
I'll pour you some wine."

I grabbed Miss Guo's delicate hand; her hand was smooth as cream, warm and soft as jade, so comfortable to touch.
I couldn't resist gently squeezing her palm twice, teasing her a little.

"Fu'er, it's been over a month since we last met, I've really missed you." "I've seen plenty of shameless people, but none are
as thick-skinned as this one. Yet, Miss Guo doesn't dislike this martial arts fanatic at all; on the contrary, she adores him. She lets me grasp and squeeze her little hands,
feeling the warmth from my palms seep into her heart. Her cheeks flush, her heart pounding wildly.
She whispers, 'Brother, Fu'er misses you so much. These past few days, Fu'er hasn't been able to sleep at night, always worrying about whether you're eating
well outside, or whether you've caught a cold at night.'

I chuckle inwardly, thinking that this little girl is starting to understand romance. I can't help but smile nervously, 'Fu'er, you're
so good to me. Brother really wants to take the imperial examination tomorrow and become the top scholar, then marry you, okay?'

'Actually… Fu'er… also wants to be by Brother's side as soon as possible. '" "After Miss Guo finished speaking, she felt
a strange sensation, like a cat scratching at her heart. Her body grew hot, and her long legs involuntarily closed, her body gently swaying
.

I was stunned for a moment, then felt a surge of exhilaration, as if I had drunk strong liquor. Reluctantly, I released her small hands,
mustered my courage , and hugged Miss Guo in my arms.

Two warm, soft mounds gently pressed against my chest. The expected struggle and scolding from the girl didn't occur, nor did the anticipated
slap land on my face. I boldly placed my hand on the girl's round, pert buttocks.

"Ah!" Miss Guo exclaimed in surprise. Clearly, my sudden attack had crossed her line. I quickly
removed my hand from her buttocks; the shape and elasticity were excellent. With another six months of rest, they should be even better.

Without even blushing, I said, "Sister Fu, what brings you so much kindness today? Did you come all this way to bring me a midnight snack?" "My methods of diverting
attention are always superb; Miss Guo is no match for me.

Seeing that I stopped my harassment, the blush on Miss Guo's face faded a little, but she was secretly disappointed. Silly boy,
why did you let go as soon as I called out? Didn't you hear me shouting so softly? Who could hear me?

" "Well, big brother, try my cooking. The food is getting cold." Miss Guo hurriedly filled my cup and considerately put some
food on my plate.

I took a small bite and found it crisp and refreshing, with a fragrant taste. I couldn't help but praise it, saying, "Fu'er, Yangzhou's
Jade Toad Pastry, Beijing's Dragon Roll Pastry, and Sichuan's Eyebrow Pastry are all excellent. I didn't expect you to know how to make them too. Your skills are almost as good as your master's.
I never thought I would have such good fortune!"

Miss Guo's pretty face flushed slightly, and she smiled, "My skills are nowhere near as good as Mother's." "

That alluring demeanor sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but down the entire glass of wine in one gulp. Afterwards, I felt a burning sensation in my lower abdomen. 'Girl,
what kind of wine is this?'

Miss Guo was taken aback. 'Sichuan Laobaigan, oh, I heard from Third Aunt that ginseng can invigorate the mind and nourish the body, so I added
some . Could

I have added too much?' 'How much? What? You stuffed the whole 500-year-old ginseng king that Commander Shen gave you in? What nourishment? This is just
kidney tonic! Ginseng tonic wine! Drinking too much can be deadly. This stuff is probably even more potent than my 100-year-old Cistanche King.'"

"Big brother, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Guo Fu got up and came to my side, her jade-like hand touching my forehead.
"You're a little hot, big brother. You haven't caught a cold, have you?"

After drinking a cup of highly concentrated ginseng tonic wine, the girl's fragrance wafted into my nostrils, which was quite a test for me.
"No, it's not a cold. I... I just drank this wine, and my whole body feels very hot."

"Big brother, you're hot. How about Fu'er takes off your shirt for you?" Miss Guo went behind me and gently
touched my shoulders twice. Her fingers were soft and slightly cool, making me feel comfortable all over. I couldn't help but let out a soft hum.
"Big brother, your shoulders are really broad and strong, almost as broad as my father's." Miss Guo chuckled and took off my
long robe . My skin was a healthy wheat color, and I practiced martial arts every day to strengthen my body, so I was quite robust, which was very
appealing to girls.

"Big brother, are you still hot?" Miss Guo looked at my strong arms and muscular chest, her face flushed, her
heart pounding. Seeing the scar on my back, she felt even more that I was a reliable and dependable man.

"No... I'm not hot anymore." Actually, I was still very hot; the medicinal effects of the ginseng tonic wine had just begun to take hold in my body, making me even hotter than before.
It's still hot, but I dare not say so. If I do, Miss Guo might just help me take my pants off. Sigh, I really don't know
how much this girl knows about matters between men and women.

"Brother, how did you get this injury?" Miss Guo asked, her voice filled with concern. She stretched out her slender fingers and gently stroked
the scar, softly asking, "Brother, does it hurt?"

"It's from when I was little. I was chased by a wild dog and fell while climbing over a wall. It hurt a lot then, but it doesn't hurt now." Who knows how
I got hurt? I made up an excuse. It didn't hurt, just hot, and getting hotter. "Fu'er?"

"Hmm?" Hearing me call her, Guo Fu looked up and responded, her eyes asking a question.

"Won't you look down on your brother for begging before?" I changed the subject to tease Guo Fu, trying to distract her. Actually,
I hadn't begged for food for more than a few days, and of course, I didn't feel particularly ashamed of myself.

"Don't be angry, big brother, what Fu'er said?"

"Big brother won't be angry, big brother will never be angry with Fu'er." I thought to myself, back then you chopped off my arm and
chased . Compared to you, I'm like heaven and earth to you.

Miss Guo said happily to herself, "When I first saw you, you were all dirty. Later, you were poisoned, and your body
was swollen with patches of clear and black. Fu'er was even more afraid of you. For those few days, I was afraid you would come near me, hehe..."

I already had the answer in my heart, so I wasn't angry. Thinking about it, I've been in this world for three years, and the trajectory of my life
has undergone earth-shattering changes. Now, not only have I not been sent to Chongyang Palace and escaped into the Tomb of the Living Dead, but I've also passed the imperial examination
and the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are beckoning me again. Overall, the future is bright. I just need to figure out how to sneak into the Ancient Tomb
... Right, the secret passage! When I have time, I'll try to learn the incantation of the Turtle Breathing Technique, and then we can go diving and have some fun. Over the past three years, I
've honed my swimming skills on Peach Blossom Island to a considerable degree. Even without the Turtle Breathing Technique, I'm confident I can sneak into the ancient tomb, but having it would be
even safer.

Guo Fu, seeing me suddenly lost in thought, gently pinched me and scolded, "What are you thinking about? Just standing there daydreaming without saying anything."

I took a couple of sips of tea and chuckled awkwardly, "I suddenly remembered the old days, and I thought back to that time in the broken kiln. I
wonder how Sister Cheng Ying and Wu Shuang are doing now?"

"Yes, I wonder how Ying'er is doing at Mount Hua now?" she said, her face also showing a look of reminiscence. Her small hand inadvertently
grasped my large hand, and for a moment the atmosphere in the room became exceptionally warm. Guo Fu glanced sideways at her fiancé
's handsome profile. "My father is capable, but not as handsome as him," she thought to herself, her eyes growing more
misty , her voice softening as she said, "Brother, you must be tired from your journey
. Why don't you lie down and I'll give you a massage? Mother only recently taught me this skill."

Why would Huang Rong teach her massage? Could it be that she taught my little Fu'er to serve her father after marriage?
My heart pounded uncontrollably, my mind filled with the erotic
image … "Brother, why don't you lie down and I'll give you a massage? Mother only recently taught me this skill." Guo
Fu's words fueled my imagination. Why would Huang Rong teach Guo Fu massage? Was she worried that Guo Fu wouldn't be able to serve her husband in the future,
fearing her daughter would fall out of favor?

I was secretly delighted. My dear Rong'er, my good master and good mother-in-law, I'm so grateful to you! Teach me more, and ideally,
pass on all the skills you used to serve Guo Jing to my future wife. That way, I'll be truly blessed. Hehehe… I lay on
the bed, clutching the sheets tightly, anticipating that moment. A few drops of hot water fell on my back. I turned around and saw Fu
Mei crying. I quickly got up to wipe away her tears.

“Fu'er, why are you crying?” Although I'm a bit lecherous, I'm not heartless. My heart was filled with tenderness, and
I asked softly.

“Brother Yang, I want to know what kind of suffering you endured all those years. Could you tell Fu’er more about it?” Miss Guo
turned to me shyly and said, “I’m usually so willful and capricious, but you never get angry with me. Fu’er now feels like
the bad guy who bullied you when you were young.” She saw the many scars on my back and shoulders and knew that I must have had a very difficult childhood.
Feeling the pain of sharing my experience, she couldn’t help but shed tears.

I sat up, ignoring my thin clothes, and pulled Guo Fu's delicate body into my arms, saying, "My silly little
sister, it's only natural for a brother to give in to his sister. I only hate those bad people who bully me; but I'd do
anything willingly, and those are two completely different things. I'm telling the truth, and I know that you
think of me and care about me. Girls should be a little lively, so if you feel bad about it, you
can let me tease you a little more every night after you become my wife."

Miss Guo's tearful face broke into a smile, and she blushed shyly, saying, "Bad brother, if you dare to bully me, I'll go tell
Mother." Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, like pear blossoms in the rain, making her indescribably charming.

I stared at her blankly and said, "Fu'er, am I dreaming? Why is my vision blurred and intoxicated, yet I only see you?
Tell me, brother, I'm not dreaming."

Guo Fu, with her girlish nature, bit her red lips and shyly lowered her head. The joy and shyness on her face were obvious even to a blind man.
I held her close, feeling the heat of her skin; I suspected her heart was also intoxicated.

I felt an urge to embrace this charming girl and kiss her deeply. You know,
girls were more mature, both physically and mentally, than girls in later generations; they were already ready to marry. And my Fu-mei was even more curvaceous and shapely
, truly worthy of being the daughter of Huang Rong, the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains. With

a good lineage, she could have grown up properly. Just as I was about to make a move, I felt a warm sensation on my back. The girl's delicate hand was teasing my chest muscles, and with the added
effect of the ginseng tonic, if I didn't get a reaction, then there was something wrong with my parts. Fortunately, Miss Guo was still shyly keeping her head down, otherwise
she would definitely have noticed the large tent in Brother Yang's crotch. I quickly pulled the blanket over her to cover it.

It was almost midnight. The two had been betrothed by Guo Jing, but they weren't married yet. It wasn't appropriate for a lone man and woman to be alone in a room. Just
as Miss Guo was about to get out of bed, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of two snow-white, well-developed breasts peeking out from under her jacket,
swaying brightly before my eyes. My desire was completely ignited, and my leg instinctively stretched out... Guo Fu was about to retrieve
the food box when I tripped her. She slipped, cried out in surprise, and fell onto the bed. Her youthful body
pressed against me, her pair of snow-white breasts pressing tightly against my chest, trembling with unease.

"Ah~!" Miss Guo panicked a little, while I felt a surge of pleasure. It would be foolish not to take advantage of such a good deal. Compared to the alluring embrace,
what was the worry of being discovered?

Caught off guard, Miss Guo suddenly pressed herself against me, our two hot bodies pressed tightly
together . Especially since I was only wearing a close-fitting undershirt, a strong masculine scent emanated from me. Miss Guo's heart
pounded like a deer's. She tried to struggle to get up, but she had no strength. A pair of strong arms tightly encircled her slender waist,
rendering her immobile. She could only slump softly into my arms, her burning face pressed tightly against my hot chest.

I shifted to one side, my thigh pressing down on the girl's long legs beneath her skirt, making it impossible for her to muster the strength to stand up from the man's bed. My
thick thigh gripped her slender leg, the friction growing increasingly intense. I held the soft, boneless girl in my arms, inhaling her faint fragrance.
My breathing grew heavier, and I held her even tighter, as if trying to melt her completely into my body.

Miss Guo clung to me, barely daring to breathe. Although her lower body felt uncomfortable from my touch, she couldn't bear to break free from
her lover's embrace, so she half-heartedly wrapped her arms around my back. My hands gently caressed her back, slowly moving downwards,
brushing her waist, and continuing to move, finally touching her rounded buttocks.

Miss Guo jumped up as if struck by lightning, her cheeks flushed, a mixture of shyness and joy, her expression incredibly captivating. My heart surged, and I slowly
pulled her back into my arms.

"Big brother~" Miss Guo murmured softly, her eyes misty with tears, her face flushed. The feeling of my large hands holding her buttocks
was hot and stimulating.

Just add a little more fire, just a little more fire and I'll have Miss Guo tonight!

Overjoyed, I lowered my head and kissed Miss Guo's rose-petal-like red lips. The young Guo Fu responded shyly, her soft body
gently swaying, her warm, full belly and thighs brushing against mine almost imperceptibly.

I, the soldier, felt a surge of heat rise from my lower abdomen, my yang energy surging uncontrollably. Ah, this girl
is truly the best of the best, still a virgin, so alluring to the bone. In a few years, after I've educated her into
a wanton slut, she'll squeeze every last drop out of me.

I gently pinched the tender flesh of Guo Fu's buttocks, then slowly moved downwards, while my penis thrust forward, penetrating between her
legs , touching her pubic hair.

Even through her clothes, Miss Guo, a pure and innocent girl, had never experienced anything like this before. She felt
something against her private parts, intimately connected only by two layers of fabric; she could clearly feel my heat. She
gasped , her face flushed with shyness, her legs instinctively clamping together, her body feeling utterly weak as she collapsed into my arms.

Chapter Eighteen: Image Ruined, All for These Few Erotic Paintings;
Re-entering Quanzhen? The Mother-in-Law Still Loves Her Son-in-Law.

"Brother, brother, don't...don't bully Fu'er anymore. Mother said, only...only after the wedding ceremony, I...I
can give you my body." Miss Guo gasped weakly, clutching the last piece of cloth covering her face without any threat.

"Fu'er, are you in your brother Yang's room? Get some rest, you have to practice tomorrow morning." My goodness, why did
a mother-in-law have to appear at this time?

Miss Guo suddenly woke up, her cheeks flushed: "Brother, it's all your fault, now Mother will definitely make fun of me."
At this point, how could I not let you go?

Miss Guo blushed and ran away, but accidentally bumped into a picture book I had hidden under my pillow.
Looking down , her delicate face flushed crimson, like the evening glow. She picked up the book and threw it at me, saying shyly, "Big brother, you
're so naughty!" Then she dashed out the door.

Seeing Guo Fu throw the book, I quickly caught it. Without even looking, I knew it was the erotic picture book my father had left me.
I quickly covered it with the blanket. "Ugh, I didn't get the lamb, and instead got myself into trouble. My image is completely ruined," I lamented inwardly.
This was incredibly embarrassing. At the most crucial moment of trying to woo a girl, Miss Guo saw something she shouldn't have seen. My carefully constructed
image completely destroyed. Now, Miss Guo must be convinced I'm a pure-blooded pervert. But heaven has proven that, counting my past life and
the three years since I transmigrated, the only things I've actually had sexual relations with are the five fingers of my left hand and the five fingers of my right hand.

If it were just Miss Guo, that would be fine; she'd be my wife sooner or later, easy to handle. But then my mother-in-law spoke up outside the window,
asking if I'd been eavesdropping the whole time. I've never done anything
so despicable as to molest a young girl in my entire life. I just drank some ginseng tonic, and after holding back for so long, coupled with Guo Fu's series of provocations, I couldn't control myself for a moment. Sigh,
I've tried to steal a chicken instead. I'll deal with it tomorrow

. I put the picture book away and fell into a deep sleep.

Two months later, Guo Jing, at the invitation of the newly appointed Xiangyang Military Commissioner Lü Wende, brought his whole family to Xiangyang, including mine ,
and we moved into the Guo family mansion in Xiangyang. In the days that followed, besides learning the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms from Guo Jing, I ate, slept, and read books, never daring to provoke Miss Guo again.
Two ingrates were constantly watching
me from behind. In this new environment, I hadn't even figured out the layout, leaving me no chance to flirt with Third Sister. I cursed them under my breath, "
Da Wu, Xiao Wu, you son of a bitch!"... *Ding ding ding!* As the sun set, the evening bell of a Taoist temple not far from the Guo residence
rang , startling me awake from my utter boredom as I took a nap on the roof of the Qingyang Palace near the Guo residence. The Song Dynasty not only supported Buddhism but also revered
Taoism. Most Buddhists were from the lower classes; they didn't seek this life but only the next, and Buddhism's concept of reincarnation suited their needs.
Therefore everyone in the Song Dynasty revered Buddhism. The Southern Song imperial family and court officials, however, were even more devoted to Taoism. Taoist
practices of health preservation and alchemy could help people live longer. Therefore, to maintain their rule and prolong their political lives, these people all gravitated towards Taoism, hoping to use
its abilities to extend their lifespan. The pinnacle of Taoist development in history was also during the reign of Emperor Gaozong of the Southern Song Dynasty. Emperor Gaozong lived to be eighty-seven,
making him the longest-lived emperor in Chinese history before Emperor Qianlong.

There were also the famous Seven Masters of Quanzhen, highly regarded not only by the Southern Song imperial family but also by the Jin dynasty nobles.
Genghis Khan even invited Qiu Chuji, the Master of Changchun, three times. The Jin dynasty's claim that Wang Chongyang of Quanzhen resisted the Jin and the Seven Masters resisted the Mongols is all fiction.

After the bell rang, an old Taoist priest, with a long beard reaching his chest and a whisk in hand, stood before me, looking
rather He possessed an air of otherworldly wisdom. "Young man, where did you learn the Golden Elixir Dao?"

"The Golden Elixir Dao!" I replied, completely bewildered. "It's the breathing technique you use!" the old Taoist priest said loudly, barely suppressing his anger. He
was certain that this young man had indeed been practicing the Quanzhen sect's Golden Elixir Dao while sleeping. This top-secret sect secret would never be leaked.
"He suspects I stole it from somewhere."

"This is the authentic internal energy cultivation method of the Quanzhen School. You are not a disciple of Quanzhen. Where did you learn it from?"

the old Taoist asked sternly, his heart filled with suspicion.

"Grandma, this old rascal is from the Quanzhen School?" I glanced at him sideways. Judging by his age, someone this
old in the Quanzhen School should be a second-generation successor. It's said that Ma Yu wore three buns and had a good temper. This bright red face, with
such a bad temper—could this person be Qiu Chuji?

"The Daoist Master is referring to the Nourishing Life Technique!" I breathed a sigh of relief and slowly said, "The Nourishing Life Technique is a family secret, practiced by
everyone ! It was passed down from my ancestors."

"Young man, don't spout nonsense. Could it be that your whole family are members of the Quanzhen School?" Qiu Chuji was about to get angry when I smiled and said,
"Daoist Master, please don't be angry. This was passed down to me by my master, who is the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Huang Rong, the heroine Huang."

"Rong'er!" Qiu Chuji's expression softened, and he stared at me for a long time. "Could it be that you are...?" The old Qiu Chuji stared
at me for a long time. "You do look like Yang Kang when you were young." Qiu Chuji thought of Yang Kang, and couldn't help but touch
a sore spot . In terms of talent, Yang Kang was the most talented among all of Qiu Chuji's disciples. Even Yin Zhiping, the current third-generation head disciple of the Quanzhen School,
and Zhao Zhijing, Wang Chuyi's personal disciple, were not as talented as Yang Kang when compared with their peers. The past was too painful to recall. Even though Yang Kang later
went astray and suffered a disgraceful end, Qiu Chuji still felt affection for him. After all, he was the posthumous son of an old friend, and
the disciple he had spent three years with day and night. Sometimes he would reflect on whether he hadn't taught him well enough. This time, he came to Xiangyang from
Zhongnan Mountain after receiving a letter from Guo Jing saying that he had found Yang Kang's posthumous son and that he had even passed the imperial examination with top honors.

Eager to see him, Qiu Chuji traveled a great distance to visit his grand-disciple. Since he was a grand-disciple, Qiu Chuji was overjoyed,
but still remained wary: "Are you Yang Guo? And do you know who I am?"

Nonsense, I am Yang Guo, and you old bastard, aren't you just Qiu Chuji? What's with the attitude? I feigned surprise
: "Master, you're a celestial being, and a senior master of Chongyang Palace. Could you perhaps be
the Changchunzi Qiu Zhenren that my master often mentions, the one he most revered?"

Qiu Chuji remained silent, slightly annoyed that I kept circling around him, refusing to acknowledge him as his grandmaster. The old Taoist unsheathed
the two swords he carried on his back and tossed one to me. "Your father and I were master and disciple after all, and I'm also destined to meet you. Let me see
how well Rong'er teaches her disciple."

I drew my three-foot-long sword from its sheath, took another step forward, and scratched my head, saying, "Grandpa Qiu, my Uncle Guo taught me to use a spear,
but he never taught me to use a sword."

Qiu Chuji was annoyed and was about to speak when I suddenly thrust my sword forward. "However, my master said, 'Master one method leads to mastery of all
methods.' Today, you can try out my self-created Yang Family Swordplay and see if it works."

Qiu Chuji laughed heartily, "What a cunning little devil! You haven't learned your master's skills, but you've certainly mastered the art of slyness and trickery
." I shifted to the side and thrust out with a backhand. This sword strike was swift and powerful, both righteous and deadly—the authentic
Quanzhen Swordplay.

I parried with my sword, causing Qiu Chuji's killing move to falter. He had only intended to test my skills, but now that he had gained the upper hand
through trickery , he no longer held back
. His Quanzhen Swordplay flowed continuously, his longsword wielded like a nimble snake, darting up and down, each strike aimed at my vital points.

Damn! I haven't had time to go to the Ancient Tomb Sect in Zhongnan Mountain to seduce that pure and innocent Little Dragon Girl these past few years, nor have I learned
the Jade Maiden Swordplay, which specifically counters Quanzhen Swordplay. No, I won't learn that effeminate swordsmanship.

I went from having the upper hand at the beginning, to gradually reaching a stalemate, and then being completely overwhelmed. In a way, my master Guo Jing
also bears some responsibility. Why? Besides the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, Guo Jing only taught me the Yang Family Spear Technique. It's already quite an achievement that I can now integrate the Yang Family Spear Technique according to my own
understanding and even imitate it with a sword. If it were Guo Jing,
he might very well ask, "Can spear techniques be used like that?"

I wouldn't have been so passive otherwise, but this was the perfect opportunity to learn the Quanzhen Swordplay. I parried left and right, carefully
observing the movements of Qiu Chuji's sword techniques. After I had practiced the entire Quanzhen Swordplay, I had also learned about two or three tenths of it. Having
inherited Ouyang Feng 's internal strength foundation, and having also learned the orthodox internal energy techniques of the Quanzhen School and the Yi Jin Duan Gu chapter of the Nine Yin Manual, my internal
strength was already not far from Qiu Chuji's. What I lacked was technique and practical combat experience. The old Taoist patiently
sparred with me, and after more than thirty moves, I gradually turned the tide, my attacks becoming increasingly fluid and natural.

The two swords clashed. A clear clang rang out, and my longsword clashed to the ground. The two figures separated after the exchange.
This wasn't because my skill was insufficient, nor because Qiu Chuji's techniques were profound; it was simply because I had figured out the old Taoist's moves. If we continued fighting in front of
everyone , the old Taoist would lose face, so I yielded a move. I picked up my longsword and respectfully
returned it to Qiu Chuji. "Thank you for your guidance, Grandmaster."

After a long silence, Qiu Chuji sighed, "Good lad, you learn quickly and know how to adapt. You're much better than your Uncle Guo was back then."
This Yang Family Spear Technique was personally compiled by Qiu Chuji, so he was naturally very familiar with it. Therefore, he saw that I could transform the spear into a sword and
make the most of the sword's strengths. What's even more commendable is that I'm only eighteen years old. With such comprehension, I'm afraid I'm almost catching up with
my master, Patriarch Chongyang.

Pshaw! Stop comparing me to a moron, okay? Anyone with all four limbs is better than him back then. Clap! Clap! A series of
crisp applause rang out. Guo Jing and Huang Rong had arrived at some point. Huang Rong said with a charming smile, "Guo'er, your Uncle Guo and I
have never taught you swordsmanship, yet you've been able to persevere under Master Qiu for so long. That's rare. Fu'er, bring your brother a basin of water to wash his face."

Hehe, it's still my master. My future mother-in-law knows how to care for her son-in-law. Miss Guo brought over a basin of water for washing my face.
While rubbing the towel, I whispered, "Fu-mei, you have to believe me, that thing isn't mine. It belongs to Young Master Mo, the young
master of Baiwei Bookstore. We met during the exams..." No way I'd believe that nonsense! Miss Guo gave a soft snort, seemingly absolutely unconvinced
, and stomped away, wiggling her little bottom. Heh, this little girl's heart is definitely on my side. It made me so
happy I wanted to burst into song.

Huang Rong pinched me from behind, saying, "Aren't you going back to study? Coming to Qingyang Palace to slack off, I'll give you a good scolding when we get back."

I felt my bones melt. Now, Huang Rong and I are like fish in water, or rather, like fish in water. The beautiful teacher...
Fu often showed some girlish behavior in front of me, making me itchy inside. I thought to myself: Hurry up
and deal with me, come on, baby. The flirtatious guy muttered to himself.

Chapter Nineteen One, two, three strokes,
the mother-in-law's three-inch golden lotuses.

During dinner that evening, that old bastard Qiu Chuji suggested taking me back to Chongyang Palace. What a joke? He wants me to become
that bastard Zhao Zhijing's disciple? Suffer for months, carrying firewood for months, fetching water for months, and having to watch Lu Duqing's little bastard's eyes for months? ...
Am I crazy? I'm a top scholar now, and even if I don't become the top scholar, I can at least become a Jinshi. I
'll still be a high-ranking official, ride fine horses, and sleep with beautiful women. This is the life of Yang Guo! Who would go back with you, you old bastard, to be a Taoist
priest, the lowest-ranking one at that? Am I stupid?

"Master Qiu, Master Qiu's affection for his grand-disciple is a blessing for Guo'er. However, as you've seen, Guo'er's
foundation is quite solid. The rest depends on his own enlightenment. Returning to Chongyang Palace for quiet cultivation won't help him much. Besides, he
's a mischievous child. If he's not with us, I worry he'll fall behind in his studies. Jing-ge and I want him to reach even greater heights,
to be worthy of Mu-jie's spirit in heaven." Huang Rong smiled sweetly, speaking eloquently, and in a few words, she politely declined the old rascal Qiu
Chuji's suggestion for me.

I looked at my master gratefully, really wanting to hug and kiss her. Not allowed? Can I hug her leg and kiss her?

"Having mastered both literature and martial arts, you should serve the emperor. Guo'er, you are now a scholar of the Song Dynasty. If you enter the court as an official in the future,
you must strive for the well-being of the people of the Song Dynasty!" The old rascal had no choice but to abandon the idea of making me a Taoist priest.

I nodded and said, "I will respectfully follow my master's teachings." But inwardly I was incredibly frustrated. All these years, everything had gone smoothly for me, except for my pitifully
low seniority. Not only was I on par with cannon fodder like Da Wu and Xiao Wu, but I also had to bow and scrape before an old rabbit like Qiu Chuji, calling him "Grandpa." It was truly
infuriating!

Miss Guo also breathed a sigh of relief. She certainly didn't want me to go so far away to become some kind of lowly Taoist
priest compare to the wife of a top scholar. Mother and daughter were of one mind; Huang Rong's support for me was also for her daughter's future.

Miss Guo sat beside me. Old Guo was busy drinking and boasting with Old Zamao. I secretly picked up
a piece of braised pork and placed it in Miss Guo's bowl.

"So fatty, how can anyone swallow this!" A blush rose to Miss Guo's smooth, delicate face, and the two
whispered amongst themselves .

"More meat is good. You're a bit too thin; you should be a little fuller." I smiled, thinking mischievously.
Yes , I was indeed thinking about something, reminiscing about that night, the wonderful feeling of my hips and legs entwined with Miss Guo's, our breasts pressed together.
Hehe , Miss Guo's thighs and buttocks are quite nice, it's just that her breasts are a size too small
. If only they were as full as Third Sister's.

"You rascal, why are you staring at me like that?" Miss Guo saw me staring intently at her chest, smiling
so wickedly, and even said that women should be fuller. This bad guy, this bad guy, does he think my breasts aren't big enough...?
They say we're telepathically connected. Miss Guo also recalled that night, our passionate encounter, although we didn't actually consummate
our relationship , but the most alluring thing is the unattainable secret. These past few nights, Guo Fu hadn't slept well. As soon as she lay in bed, my
image flashed through her mind : her breasts, her shapely buttocks, and her beautiful legs. Every sensitive spot on her body evoked the sensation of that scoundrel touching her that night—
a hot, pleasurable, and unspeakably itchy feeling that gave Miss Guo several embarrassing erotic dreams. Each time she woke up
, there was a noticeable wet patch on the sheets, between her legs, beneath her buttocks… “Don’t look at me, it’s so embarrassing,” Miss Guo
murmured softly. I just chuckled and handed her another piece of braised pork.

Huang Rong sat next to me, watching her daughter and the scoundrel exchanging glances. At first, she pretended not to see, but later
the boy’s eyes were glued to Fu’er’s chest. These two kids were too bold, especially with Master Qiu, a monk,
right there.

Huang Rong couldn’t stand it anymore. Under the table, she stretched out her right leg and gently stepped on the instep of my left foot.

I felt someone lightly step on my foot under the table. My stunningly beautiful future mother-in-law was sitting right next to me,
and I assumed she had accidentally bumped my foot, so I didn't pay any attention. I continued whispering with my sister Fu.

Seeing that I showed no sign of stopping and was still exchanging glances with my daughter, my master thought to himself, "This kid usually
seems quite clever, why is he so slow to react?" He lifted his bound feet again and forcefully stepped on the back of my left foot.

This time, I clearly felt that my master was doing it on purpose. What was she trying to do? My future mother-in-law had stepped on my foot
twice ! Could it be... could it be that she was trying to seduce me?

My heart was pounding. I remembered in "Journey to the West," when the Buddha tapped Sun Wukong on the back of the head three times,
the clever Sun Wukong ran to his master's room in the middle of the night and found that his master was indeed waiting for him. That's why he learned the Seventy-Two Transformations of the Cave Mystery Master... uh,
no , it's the Seventy-Two Transformations of the Earthly Fiends and the Somersault Cloud. Could it be... could it be that Huang Rong wants me to come to her room at midnight tonight to learn
the art of cloud-riding? ... My breathing quickened. I remembered those lonely, resentful women on TV who,
when playing cards with their male neighbors, would always take off their high heels and use their stockinged legs to touch the men's calves, rubbing against their trousers.
Some step on the men's insteps, one step representing one spot, two steps representing two spots, to relay information. After the card game, the adulterous
couple would go to their secret hideout for some serious fun... Damn it, I hope such a good thing doesn't fall into my lap. The second
time my master stepped on me, I clearly felt that her seemingly boneless golden lotus feet were indeed not just a name. Her delicate, adorable
feet , were perfectly proportioned. They didn't hurt when they stepped on my instep; instead, they stirred up the deepest desires hidden in my heart… I
really wanted to emulate the most famous courtesan of the Song Dynasty, Ximen Qing, pretending to drop my chopsticks, then sneaking
under to kiss and fondle my
flirtatious mother-in-law's bound feet… Just as I was lost in these fantasies, in the dead of night, under the moonlit willow branches, on our planned rendezvous in the back garden after dusk, my master, already angered by my indifference,
stomped heavily on my instep for the third time.

My goodness, this wasn't some kind of lovemaking underfoot… this was clearly my master kicking me!
Ouch! How was Xisai deposed back then? I think I can understand his pain now. My left foot, which had been stepped on, jerked back, and my calf
happened to touch her right leg, which was hidden under her skirt and was falling down. Her thigh, through the skirt, pressed against my master's thigh... Ouch! It hurt!
And in the midst of the friction, the flesh pressed against flesh, I could clearly feel how long
and shapely my future mother-in-law's calves were, and how round and elastic her thighs were. The allure of beautiful legs—those four words flashed through my mind, and I was completely mesmerized
. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn't even hold my chopsticks properly, and they fell to the ground with a clatter.

Huang Rong wasn't much better off. The heat from those thighs pressed together felt like an electric shock, causing her to
momentarily short-circuit. It wasn't until I bent down to pick up the chopsticks that she reacted, quickly moving her beautiful legs away from me and sitting up straight.
Her breasts, though hidden beneath her dress, trembled slightly from the shock. Unfortunately, it was early spring, not midsummer, and her clothes were a bit
too thick… "Guo'er, what's wrong? Why are you so distracted? Hehe, you must have been studying so hard lately,
neglecting your meals and sleep?" The honest Guo Jing, completely oblivious to my little squabble with my master, chuckled and ordered a servant to bring another pair of
chopsticks.

"Oh, Master saw I was drunk and stepped on me under the table. It was a bit hard, and it startled me, hehe."
I wasn't worried that Guo Jing would become suspicious, but I noticed Master staring at me angrily, so I immediately took the opportunity to clarify that I didn't mean it.
At this moment, I absolutely couldn't reveal my true colors.

My words were half true and half false, which drew a burst of laughter from everyone. When Master saw me speak like this, she also realized that her
outburst of anger earlier was somewhat inexplicable. Seeing that I covered for her, her anger subsided... "Big brother~ wake up!" As
dawn broke, Guo Fu ran to my room door to wake me up.

"Fu'er... don't come in... wait a moment!"

Chapter Twenty You've misunderstood, we weren't "fighting".

My voice sounded a little flustered, and Guo Fu outside the door recognized it: "Big brother, what's wrong? Is something inconvenient? Are you
sick? Let Fu'er come in and take a look."

Dear readers, don't get the wrong idea. I didn't hide Third Sister in the house. I'm not
so audacious as to be able to have an affair under the watchful eyes of a bunch of spies in the Guo family compound.

I barely slept a wink last night; my mind was filled with my master's beautiful, flower-like smile, and
the intoxicating feeling of legs touching legs, flesh pressed against flesh. The sensation of Jinlian stepping on my left instep three times was something I savored all night, and
I couldn't resist committing adultery with Fifth Sister.

What? Who is Fifth Sister? Hehe, we all know the answer, so I won't go into details. Just before dawn, I
fell asleep . In my hazy dream, I vaguely saw a beautiful woman, her face veiled, with graceful movements, wearing moon-white embroidered shoes, holding onto
a steel pole, performing a seductive dance… I was stunned. I hadn't expected the entertainment industry in the Southern Song Dynasty to be so developed, even having pole dancing. Damn it
, this woman was veiled, so I couldn't see her face, but those willow-leaf eyebrows, those peach blossom eyes… why did they look so familiar? Third Sister?
Or maybe my mother-in-law?

At this moment, the veiled beauty repeatedly pulled her jade-like legs in and out, the thin veil fluttering with the dance, unable to conceal her
round and sexy legs, her buttocks round and pert. My mind immediately went to the pretty chef. My eyes were glued to her. This
slut not only danced seductively, throwing me handfuls of spinach, but she even beckoned me with her index finger. I couldn't resist; my
body and soul were completely captivated by this alluring beauty… Just as Guo Fu knocked on the door, I was about to remove her veil when I
reluctantly woke up, feeling my underwear damp and slippery. Damn it, I'd actually had sex in my dream!

I quickly found new underwear to change into and hid the soiled ones in the closet. Looking down, I saw the sheets were also damp. Ugh, my fierce wife
was about to kick the door down! I quickly changed the sheets before opening the door.

Guo Fu collapsed into my arms. "Ouch, that hurt my head!" Seeing it was me, she exclaimed, "Big brother, why did it take you so
long to open the door?" Her petite body jumped out of my arms and darted into the inner room, looking around as if searching for someone.

"What are you looking for? There's no one else in your room, brother." I chuckled inwardly. This girl really doesn't trust me enough. Does
she really think I'd let anyone stay overnight and sleep with them?

"No... Fu'er isn't looking for anyone. I just wanted to see if brother needs any clean clothes." The girl's face flushed, her bright
eyes shyly avoiding my gaze, revealing a hint of mature charm.

Desheng Bridge, near the South Gate, sits on the banks of the Han River. This was the most popular place for romance among the seventy-four prefectures of Huainan West Road in the Song Dynasty.
As the saying goes, "The falling flowers are willing, but the flowing water is indifferent." Where there is water, there is bound to be romance. For example, the Qinhuai River, the Bian River, and the ten-mile-long
Yangzhou Slow Road are all world-renowned romantic destinations.

The banks of the Han River were lined with brothels, bustling with all sorts of entertainment, from sumo wrestling and song and dance performances to storytelling troupes, restaurants of all sizes
, and countless shops selling local delicacies and daily necessities. Take food, for example: Xiangyang was famous for its northern, southern, and Sichuan cuisines. Even among the northern dishes, there were countless types of flatbreads:
fried flatbreads, sesame flatbreads, steamed flatbreads, sugar flatbreads, marrow flatbreads, oven-baked flatbreads, and so on. This glimpse into the bustling and prosperous city of Xiangyang was a testament to its vibrant atmosphere . Guo Fu was holding a skewer of candied hawthorns in one hand and a piece of osmanthus sugar in the other, constantly popping it into her mouth. I followed her at a leisurely pace, my hands full of the little trinkets the girl liked. "What are you thinking about now? You're so distracted even when you're out shopping with Fu'er?" Guo Fu turned around, pouting, stuffed the half-eaten sesame flatbread into my mouth, and ran off with a mischievous grin. "Ah? What happened? I had a few sword exchanges with Grandmaster Qiu the other day, which gave me a heads-up. I've been planning to go treasure hunting." Now that I'm in Xiangyang, I don't intend to let go of Dugu Qiubai's sword tomb. I've been thinking about it for the past few days. "Sword tomb? Dugu Qiubai?" I pulled Guo Fu into a quiet alley and gave her a general description of the origins of Dugu Qiubai's sword tomb. In recent years, Guo Fu has been quite diligent in her studies, both academically and in martial arts. She's no longer the useless bumbling fool from the original story . Plus, she's spent a lot of time with me and Eunuch Ke over the years, so she knows a bit about the martial arts world and some old legends. "Is the tomb of the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai in the mountains west of Xiangyang?" Guo Fu asked softly. "Hmm." I felt there was no need to hide anything from my woman, so I said to Guo Fu, "Fu'er, it's not that I don't want to take you, it's just that the journey is quite dangerous, and I don't know the exact location of the Sword Tomb. Exploring in the mountains will definitely be very arduous . How about I find out the exact location first, and then I'll take you there?" To avoid the gossip of the crowds on the main street, we went to a side alley to discuss it. "That's so boring! I want to go! If there's any danger, I should stay by your side, shouldn't I?" Guo Fu protested. "Hmm... then I won't go for now." I thought to myself, the Condor and the sword are both inevitable. Even if I wait a few years, I 'll still be the Condor Hero. I shouldn't act impulsively and cause any accidents. It would be a tragedy. I should focus on building a solid foundation in martial arts first.

"Brother, are you angry with Fu'er? Is it...is it because Fu'er is too dependent on you?" Guo Fu asked
hesitantly listless expression.

I looked up at Guo Fu's tearful face, quickly hugged her, and patted her back to comfort her, "Silly girl, how
could I be angry with you? I'm just not confident in my martial arts skills and afraid I won't be able to handle any unexpected events. Once I've mastered my martial arts,
I'll take you anywhere, and you won't have to be so timid and hesitant like you are now."

"No, brother, it's Fu'er's fault. I don't practice diligently and always make things difficult for you. From today onwards, Fu'er will definitely practice
hard and try to be by your side to help you." Guo Fu nestled obediently in my arms, murmuring.

"Yes, let's work hard together and improve together." "Yes, it's a deal."

"By the way, Fu'er, don't tell my master about this yet," I instructed.

"Why?"

"Of course I don't have any selfish motives, but with Master's shrewdness, if he told us, we wouldn't be able to play anymore. It's better to wait until
we get the treasure back and give them a surprise."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Fu'er leaned against me, smiling happily.

"Big brother, that's not how you wrestle, you have to trip her legs." "Big sister, bite his ear." "Shameless,
shameless, big brother is bullying girls..." "They don't seem to be wrestling, it seems like my mother hugs
my father like this at home." A group of children playing in the alley saw the two of us hugging and couldn't help but chatter.

I was embarrassed, "I'm not fighting with her..."

Chapter Twenty-One: Xiangyang Poetry Gathering? Talented men and beautiful women singing together?

"Gaizhi! Brother Gaizhi!" Just when I was completely defeated by a group of little guys and had no one to turn to,
a familiar voice came from behind me.

"Brother Gaizhi! Since we parted in Jiaxing, you've disappeared without a trace. Have you looked down on your elder brother now that you've passed the imperial examination with top honors?"

Opposite me stood a man in his early twenties, with a square face and thick eyebrows, a friendly smile, and a leisurely fan in hand. His clothes were quite
elegant; at first glance, he seemed even more sultry than those foolish scholars who liked to recite a few lousy poems in brothels along the Han River
.

"Ah? It's Brother Mo San. What brings you to Xiangyang? I've missed you terribly, brother." The elegantly dressed young man opposite me was none other than my good friend of three days in
the examination hall , the young owner of Baiwei Bookstore who had given me the erotic picture book—Mo Sanmo Bieqing. We were like
dry wood meeting a raging fire, a prostitute meeting a charming customer—a perfect match. I once told him, "If you, Mo San, were a woman, I would definitely
marry you." He immediately stuck his butt out... I kicked him three zhang away and told him, "
Get as far away as your thoughts can take you." That tells you about our relationship... Mo San nonchalantly waved his
fan affectionately
put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Brother, first of all, congratulations on winning the heart of your beauty! Your engagement to Guo Fu's daughter is
the talk of the town in Xiangyang. Here's a small token of my appreciation..." He handed me a small box. I opened it and found
five hundred . Mo San loved to wave his fan and recite lewd poems in front of young women and wives to show off, but he was actually
quite generous.

"Brother, I'm in a bit of trouble. I wonder if you would be willing to help me out of this predicament?" Mo San said after seeing me put the money
in my pocket.

"Ha... I wonder what trouble Brother Mo has? Tell me, and we can work together to figure out a solution. Why bother with
any begging?" I'm practically broke now; my monthly allowance isn't even enough to buy my wife snacks. Why not take
advantage of Third Brother's good fortune? It's not easy to earn a little money, so I'd better quickly pocket it. It's rare to have such a compatible friend, and
most importantly we're both equally shameless—no, I mean incredibly generous—
we hit it off immediately. Since leaving the examination hall, we've been practically sworn brothers. I secretly revealed my experience with movable type printing to Mo San.
You see, movable type printing was only recently invented in the Southern Song Dynasty, and the type molds were made of clay, not durable, and therefore not very efficient
. My words were a wake-up call. Now, movable type printing has become the exclusive secret of their Baiwei Bookstore;
it's hard not to get rich. I wonder what important matter Mo San has traveled all the way from Jiangnan to attend to.

Mo San pulled me aside and whispered with a chuckle, "Brother, at our last gathering, you told me you wanted to write a
groundbreaking erotic novel, what was it called again? Oh, right, *Jin Ping Mei*. To be honest, Baiwei Bookstore's production
has increased dramatically, but we just don't have a suitable book to print. I wonder if you could help me with this?"

I was dumbfounded. Back then, Mo San had been showing off his family's treasured erotic picture albums and classic erotic novels—no, there were no novels in the Southern Song Dynasty,
they were called legends—at the dinner table in front of all our classmates. I was quite drunk then and boasted, "Buddy, sooner or later I'll write a
book, *The Legend of Jin Ping Mei*, and show you what a groundbreaking erotic novel really is!"

I never expected Mo San would still be thinking about *Jin Ping Mei*. I've been busy chasing after Miss Guo these days, so I haven't had time to write a classical
erotic novel. But, if I were to write one, it would be quite easy. Back in school, I copied *Jin Ping Mei* a hundred times, then
sold the handwritten copies cheaply to my buddies at school. Not only did I develop some impressive calligraphy skills, but I also made a fortune. When
I was in the army , to motivate the soldiers to study their academic subjects, I could recite *Jin Ping Mei* from memory and
distribute it as study material to the younger soldiers.

"This?" I chuckled. "Brother Mo, I haven't even started writing my *Legend of Jin Ping Mei* yet. In a few days,
once I get some inspiration, I'll definitely finish it. Then, Brother Mo will be my first reader. I promise."

"What?" Mo San's eyes lit up. "My dear brother, you haven't started writing yet? Have you run out of inspiration? What about that erotic picture book I gave you the other day
? After looking at those, you still haven't gotten any inspiration?"

I was really annoyed and just wanted to punch this damn friend. "Didn't you see my wife was watching me from not far away?
This jerk, doesn't he have eyes? Talking about erotic pictures in front of Miss Guo? He's really rubbing salt in the wound!"
I grabbed Mo San's shoulder and dragged him several steps. "Brother, are you trying to kill me? Didn't you see my wife was
right there?"

Mo San then realized that in his haste, he hadn't greeted Miss Guo. Although he had secretly glanced at the beautiful woman,
he didn't want to have any improper thoughts about his brother's wife, so he hadn't tried to strike up a conversation.

"Miss Guo, Mo Bieqing greets you."

"Young Master Mo, greetings! This humble woman, Guo Fu, greets Young Master Mo." Guo Fu, upon hearing that he was the one who corrupted her future husband,
didn't give him a friendly look. The fact that she didn't kick him away was already a great favor to me.

"Third Brother, it's getting late. Let's take our leave now. Where do you live? I'll treat you to drinks another day." I naturally
saw that Guo Fu was being petty, and immediately gave Mo San the order to leave.

Upon hearing this, Mo San laughed and said, "I live in the Sanxian Inn, not far from the Guo residence. Come and visit me anytime, my dear brother."

He knew I had something I couldn't say, so he patted his chest to assure me, then kicked him aside and went shopping with his wife.

Three days later, at the second watch of the night, I secretly arrived alone at the Sanxian Inn where Mo San was staying.

"I didn't expect my dear brother to visit so late at night. Please forgive my poor hospitality," Mo San said, getting up and putting on his clothes.

“Brother Mo, you’ve really gotten me into trouble. The day I returned home, my wife interrogated me relentlessly and kept a close watch on me
, not letting me leave the house. That’s why I sneaked out in the middle of the night.”

“I wonder what good things you brought me tonight, my dear brother?”

“Not so fast. I’ve been under close surveillance these past few days. I haven’t had time to write, uh, to transcribe manuscripts.”

"Then I'll trouble you, my dear brother. My Baiwei Bookstore has recently produced some fine items, and I'll send a trusted aide to
deliver them to you tomorrow. Not only are there colored treasures from the imperial court, but also rare imports from Japan—father and daughter, mother and son, three generations
! The poses, the expressions—tsk tsk, I guarantee you've never seen anything like it. Brother, I believe these treasures will surely inspire you, allowing
you to complete a book soon and become a literary genius surpassing Liu Yong, Ouyang Xiu, and other predecessors. Then, the new generation of literary giants of the Song Dynasty will undoubtedly be you." Damn, so in my brother Mo's eyes, I'm just a boring literary genius like Liu Yong and Ouyang Xiu, spending my time drinking, writing erotic poems, and chasing after courtesans? I snorted inwardly. But I really didn't expect Mo San's cultural business to extend to the Japanese. Tsk tsk, thinking about how developed the Japanese porn industry is now, I feel a bit nostalgic. Although there were no DVD players or discs in the Southern Song Dynasty, reading classic erotic magazines was still quite enjoyable. "Third Brother, do you have a color version?" I chuckled. "Don't worry, my dear brother, even what I have here are unique copies, all in full color and hardcover, the illustrations are top-notch in the Song Dynasty ," Mo San replied with a lewd grin. "That's wonderful, then thank you very much for your generous gift, Third Brother. But I don't understand, your Mo family is so wealthy and powerful, I only read erotic novels as a hobby, but you, Third Brother, treat it as a career and make it a big deal, isn't that a bit too much?" I muttered under my breath. "My dear brother, you don't understand. How many works have the ancients written? But erotic literature doesn't cause trouble or lawsuits, and it has a wide readership, suitable for all ages. As long as you manage your relationships well, selling it is the easiest thing to do," Mo San said helplessly, revealing his predicament. Who the hell was born to work in pornography media? This is just something forced upon us. "Ha, if that's the case, I have an even better solution," I said, sitting steadily on the stool. "What do you mean, brother?" "A newspaper!" I immediately explained the principles of newspapers to Mo San: fast circulation, real-time reporting, low cost, attracting submissions from the public to increase interaction, and once there are a large readership, you can also attract businesses to sponsor and advertise. The more I explained, the brighter Mo San's eyes became. I had my own plans. If I were trapped in Xiangyang, starting a newspaper would allow me to act as a mouthpiece, control public opinion, boost morale during wartime, and enhance my reputation during peacetime—a risk-free and profitable business. "However, making irresponsible comments about current affairs might..." Mo San made a beheading gesture. "It's you, Third Brother, who's printing the newspaper. What you print is up to you." "Brother, you mean to have me collect tales of the strange and supernatural, rumors and gossip?" Mo San nodded as if suddenly realizing something. "Let him run a newspaper, not a tabloid..." I said, giving him a look of utter contempt. "As far as you know, all the newspapers are mouthpieces of the imperial court. Third Brother, if you can manage this relationship well, hehe..." The implication was that if they gained the court's approval and the government's support, the status of Baiwei Bookstore would skyrocket. "Ah, brother, you are indeed talented! If this succeeds, I will repay you in my next life." "Pah, pah, can't you be more practical? Even if you were a beast, you'd be lazy, lecherous, and greedy. I'd have to feed you." The two lewd men laughed at each other. "Brother, do you know that the Han River Poetry Conference is about to be held? It's on the Double Ninth Festival." I was completely baffled. The name sounded quite formal; I wondered what kind of events it would include? However, all Mo San could recommend was that everyone get together, write some erotic poems, and if a couple hit it off, they'd go back to arrange a marriage , and so on... Damn, the wisdom of the ancients was truly remarkable! So matchmaking events existed eight hundred years ago. "Brother, brother, you're daydreaming. What are you thinking about?" "Oh, Third Brother, forgive my ignorance, but I've never heard of any matchmaking event, oh no, I mean the Han River Poetry Society gathering, which is on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month? It's still early." I laughed it off. "My dear brother, you spend your days holed up in the Guo residence studying and practicing martial arts, so you're probably unaware of this grand gathering. To promote academic exchange in the Song Dynasty, to facilitate poetic exchanges between talented men and women, and to provide a stage for newcomers to showcase their talents, this conference was initiated by Empress Yang, with the participation of Prime Minister Shi Miyuan and the Neo-Confucian master Zhu. This grand event is nationwide; regardless of profession, status, or gender, it encourages diverse talents. Anyone with confidence can register to participate. Preliminary rounds will be held in each prefecture, with two winners selected from each prefecture—one male and one female. On the Double Ninth Festival, the winners from each prefecture will gather at Lou Wai Lou restaurant on the shore of West Lake in Lin'an for the final competition, where the most talented man and woman in the land will be chosen." Mo San spoke with great enthusiasm, leaving me speechless. Empress Yang and Shi Miyuan were infamous adulterers in history, and also my idols. Add to that Zhu Kewu, the great master of Neo-Confucianism—these three were all celebrities of the Ningzong era! How could they have come up with such a ridiculous idea? They're incredibly talented in entertainment! They could easily get on Hunan TV in later years. "The preliminary competition in Xiangyang Prefecture is in three days. It starts in the evening. Brother, with your literary talent and your teacher being a celebrity in , it would be a disgrace to the people of Jiangnan if you didn't step up now," Mo San advised. I was intrigued, and my eyes narrowed… Chapter Twenty-Two: 34d35e or 36f?

"But I wonder why you're so interested in this matter, Third Brother?" This guy is a shrewd businessman; he
would .

Sure enough, with a crisp "swish," Mo San opened his fan with great flair. "My parents gave me life, but Brother Yang understands me best.
That's right, I, Mo San, am a businessman smugly driven by money. I don't do things without a profit." This Mo San is meticulous;
he could guess most of my thoughts as soon as I opened my mouth.

"To be honest, Prefect Zhao of Xiangyang thinks highly of my Baiwei Bookstore and appointed me as the planning director for the Xiangyang preliminary competition.
To let all the people of the Song Dynasty know that we also have great talents like you, Brother Yang, and to produce more
great talents like Li Qingzhao, I, your brother, have been working tirelessly and painstakingly to invite you to come out of seclusion. It's just a pity that since you passed
the provincial examination with top honors, you've returned to Peach Blossom Island and refused to see guests. So, until I heard that Hero Guo and his family came to Xiangyang, hehe..." Mo San
said with a sheepish smile.

"Damn! So all those erotic paintings were just something this kid used to try and get on my good side with his drinks. He really thought you came all this way
just to hang out with me? Turns out your real purpose was to organize that...that...that poetry and prose matchmaking competition. Probably could
n't find enough people, so you came to pull in my last-minute help.

" I chuckled, rubbing my fingers together. "So you've taken on a job for Lord Zhao, Third Brother. That's a great idea
!
If you do this job well, you'll get publicity for your Baiwei Bookstore, and you'll also build a connection with the government. Then

your collusion with officials will be even more successful." Mo San, initially a little embarrassed that I'd hit the nail on the head, cursed me under his breath as a little
rascal and shoved a five-hundred-guan note into my hand. "Hehe, brother, I've been teased by my virtuous brother again. But our two tricks of 'borrowing
flowers to offer wine' and 'borrowing wine to present to Buddha' are truly similar in their effect. Isn't this what they call 'great minds think alike'?"

"I think 'birds of a feather' is the more accurate description. Haha..." The two looked at each other and laughed.

Canghua Lane on the banks of the Han River is Xiangyang's red-light district, with bustling shops and restaurants on both sides, filled with the sounds of music and singing. Every moonlit
night, the banks are lined with singing houses. Tonight, the bright moon shines high in the sky, and the "Wet Shooting Party" has attracted a steady stream of patrons, making for
a lively scene.

"Third Brother, lead the way." I disguised myself slightly and followed behind Mo San. Normally, the Guo family compound is heavily guarded,
but today I sneaked out and visited this red-light district for the first time. Ah, the hardships of being a live-in son-in-law!

"Look! Isn't that Xie Wan'er, the top courtesan of Luanfeng Tower, 'The Master of the Pipa'?" A scholar screamed from not far away.

"Hehe, Xie Wan'er's skillful hands not only allow her to play the pipa beautifully, but she can also manipulate men's genitals. My
young master visited her once last time, and she truly has a rejuvenating effect. My young master bragged about it all night after he came back." A nearby
boy muttered, his tone full of envy. Looking at him in his blue robe and small hat, with his pointed mouth and monkey-like face, he looked like a servant, and his words
drew snickers from the surrounding onlookers.

"See that? Next to Xie Wan'er is Liu Rushi from Zuisheng Tower. Her sword dance is breathtaking, and she is unparalleled in both calligraphy and swordsmanship. In Xiangyang,
few can rival her soft sword. In Xiangyang's brothels, no beauty can compare to her calligraphy. I heard
she's a strong contender for this year's courtesan queen."

I looked from afar, and beside Xie Wan'er was a beautiful woman with the refined air of a scholar from a Jiangnan family, who was not carrying a sword.

"Tsk tsk, Liu Rushi's sword dance is beautiful, but in my opinion, it can't compare to her slender waist. If the beautiful Liu sat on her waist and
twisted her slender waist to do a 'thousand turns of the heart,' how enchanting that would be!" A young scholar with a feather fan and silk turban,
with was staring at Liu Rushi's slender waist with a lewd smile.

"In my opinion, the most popular choice for this year's courtesan is still 'The Master of the Brush,' Dong Shuqing. Her paintings have already reached
eight or nine tenths of the level of the late Emperor Huizong. Even Lord Zhao praised her highly. Add to that Dong Shuqing's 'eyes that are captivating and mesmerizing,'
tsk tsk, I'll cast all my bets on her flower boat later."

"Hmph, what's captivating about Dong Shuqing isn't her bewitching eyes, but her graceful figure. You all only know that Dong Shuqing
is good at painting, but you don't know that besides painting on paper, she can also paint on men's bellies." The speaker was a
middle-aged man with a lewd glint in his eyes. As soon as he opened his mouth, he captivated the souls of the surrounding onlookers.

"Brother, what do you mean?" "Senior, please explain, we're itching for a fight!"

The middle-aged lecher smiled smugly. "My family is quite wealthy, and I was fortunate enough to witness it once. Dong Shuqing used ink
to dab the two bright red dots on her chest, took off my shirt, and used her high, firm breasts to paint a 'Listening to the Qin' picture on my upper body.
The feeling was indescribable; just looking at it made my lower body hard!" The middle-aged man looked utterly intoxicated, and the onlookers were filled with envy and jealousy. Even I,
a breast enthusiast, couldn't help but take a closer look at Dong Shuqing's ample breasts. Wow, at least a 36D! So
voluptuous , truly a voluptuous woman. Especially since she also had the 'breast-pushing' technique. Emperor Huizong's 'Listening to the Qin' picture, with a woman's
breasts painted on a man's belly, was truly unique and interesting. I doubt even in later generations, any lady would play like that. Could it be that
this Dong Shuqing is the originator of this brothel's unique skill of "breast thrusting"?

"Haha, fellow enthusiasts, as I predicted, this year's courtesan queen will surely be 'Fiery Red Lips' Li Xianglian of the Pinxiao Courtyard
. Not only is she unparalleled in Xiangyang in playing the qin and xiao, but she is also skilled at playing the 'treasure flute' for men. This old man is so old, but that night, Miss Xiangjun only lightly stuck out her fragrant
tongue and gave me a few touches, and I immediately became as vigorous as ever! Haha, don't you think 'Fiery Red Lips'
is amazing ?" He really is an old lecher, the older he gets, the heavier his tastes become.

"Haha, Miss Xiangjun's Fiery Red Lips is amazing, and you old man are still as sharp as ever! Haha!" The onlookers burst into laughter.

"I say, Third Brother, is this 'Talented Scholar and Beautiful Lady Cup' a poetry contest, a matchmaking event, or a courtesan queen competition?" I asked
Mo San with a smile. What? Liu Rushi, Dong Shuqing, and Li Xianglian—the three most famous ladies among the Eight Beauties of the Qinhuai River four hundred years later—
were born four hundred years earlier and arrived in Xiangyang? Did they time-travel from the late Ming Dynasty? Or are their names as
common as Sai Diaochan and Xiao Fengxian?

Mo San chuckled, "All of the above, all of the above. Killing three birds with one stone, hehe. Didn't I just say that anyone with talent,
regardless of gender or status, can participate? As the saying goes, 'The brothel has always been full of talented women, but beauties are helplessly reduced to prostitution.' They
should be tolerant."

Damn, this kid is trying to be literary with me? "Third Brother, you wouldn't have taken a fancy to one of those beauties who fell into prostitution, would you?" I asked with a knowing look.
"I asked, 'What's wrong?'" Sure enough, Mo San, who had been acting all

high and mighty just moments before, became coy, his eyes fixed on a hot figure ahead. Following Mo San's hungry gaze, I saw a woman with her black hair piled high, her figure curvaceous and extremely hot. She had almond-shaped eyes, a delicate nose,
and cherry-like lips. Although she wore a simple dress, it shone with a subtle radiance. She moved like a willow swaying in the breeze, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she glanced around. She was truly a
beautiful charming woman.

When the woman turned around and walked closer, I could see clearly that her beauty was no less than that of Mo San's sister. Her skin was fair,
smooth, and delicate, and she exuded a charming aura. She looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

"Third Brother, this woman looks older than you, doesn't she?"

"Yeah, twelve years older than me, thirty-three already. She's Ma Xianglan, the madam of Zuisheng Pavilion, the top courtesan over a decade ago,
now the owner. In a few days, Xianglan will be shedding her glamorous past and entering my Mo family. Will she be my first
concubine?" Mo San's eyes were full of laughter, his words quite warm.

"Damn, I didn't realize Third Brother was a fan of mature women!" I laughed in surprise. I hadn't realized this kid
had this kind of taste.

Chapter Twenty-Three: A Top Courtesan, Not Everyone Can Pick Her Up!

"Damn, I didn't expect Third Brother to be a fan of mature women!" I laughed in surprise. I hadn't realized this kid had this kind of
taste .

"Fan of mature women?" Mo San looked blank, clearly not knowing what 'mature woman' meant. "Mature woman?" Mo San
muttered to himself , then suddenly realized, "Brilliant! The word 'mature woman' perfectly captures the myriad charms of a married woman. My brother
is truly talented, concise and to the point. No wonder you're the newly crowned top scholar."

I chuckled inwardly. Dude, I've been quite blunt already. If I had mentioned loli fetish, mature woman fetish, or older sister fetish,
you probably would have thought I was some kind of overseas expert.

"But if you ask me, the most renowned female knight-errant in our Great Song Dynasty is none other than Huang Rong, the heroine after Liang Hongyu, the beloved wife of Prince Han, and
the wife of Guo Jing." I suddenly heard someone starting to fantasize about my mother-in-law, so I strained my ears to listen.

"Yes, I've heard that Madam Guo is intelligent and resourceful, skilled in military strategy. She commanded thousands of troops with unwavering composure, leading
30,000 to repel a Mongol army of 100,000. Everyone says it was all thanks to Master Guo, but actually, it was Madam Guo who devised the plans behind the scenes."
"Yes, I've also heard that Madam Guo is not only beautiful, but also the leader of the largest gang in the martial arts world. Can you imagine how skilled she is?
If you ask me, being able to have a three-hundred-round battle with such a beauty in bed would be much more interesting than with an ordinary, weak woman." "
Hahaha... I've also heard that Master Guo brings his wife foot-washing water every day!" "Damn, if I had that kind of luck, I'd be willing to drink foot-washing water
every day ." "Haha... By the way, it's said that Master Guo and his wife have been married for over ten years and only have one
daughter. I wonder if his 'thing' isn't up to par. It's such a pity for such a beautiful flower." "Yeah, speaking of
Miss Guo, I've seen her too. Damn, she's only fourteen, with that little vixen look. If you ask me, she'll be a menace when she grows up."
"It's not your turn to cause trouble, she's already betrothed to Yang Guo, the disciple of Master Guo." "Damn, all the good women are taken by
that bastard." "Damn it, Guo Jing and Yang Guo are so lucky, each getting to be with this incredibly beautiful mother and daughter
. I wonder how many men in Xiangyang are green with envy." A short, burly man sighed regretfully. "I
heard Yang Guo is Madam Guo's disciple?" "Damn, with that kind of passionate love, didn't the master and disciple already do that shameful thing?"
"Exactly! Exactly! That bastard got off too easy. To have the chance to share such beauties as Madam Guo and Miss Guo, he
'll definitely

Are you blind? What did I do to deserve this? Why are you cursing me? I was initially angry,
but then I thought, if I could take advantage of their good wishes and have both a mother and daughter, I'd be a eunuch in my next life. Heh, watch out, even if that idiot Guo
sneaks out to visit brothels, if I hear him, I'll blast you all to smithereens with my Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Hmph, mother and daughter, my foot! Even lewdness has
its place .

"Brother, don't get angry with these idle people, they're just envious of you. Not to mention them, even I
, your older brother, am extremely envious of you. Not only do you have a wife who's a beauty, but you also have a mother-in-law who's stunningly beautiful, tsk tsk tsk... They say when a mother-in-law sees her son-in-law,
she swallows her saliva, hehe..." Mo San laughed lewdly, and I couldn't help but start fantasizing too.

"Alright, you scoundrel, aren't you the master of ceremonies for the event? Hurry up and go." I laughed.

"Brother, please do as you please, I'll be waiting for you to come and fight on the stage." Mo San cupped his hands at me and disappeared into the crowd.

Not long after, a gong sounded, and two groups of government officials, each with over fifty men, marched in, carrying various plaques
. They were quite a sight. The first official struck his gong and announced loudly, "A grand literary event, flowers fall on the Han River! The ' Talented Scholars and
Beautiful Women Cup' competition in Xiangyang is now beginning!"

Then, the competition's emcee, Mo San, made his grand entrance. His partner, the competition's female host, was none other than his betrothed
concubine , the owner and madam of the Drunken Life Brothel, the former courtesan Ma Xianglan. Damn it

, that show-off Mo San was already flirting with his alluring madam on stage. Could it be that he married
Ma Xianglan this mature woman, as a concubine because he saw the booming business of the Drunken Life Brothel and wanted to profit from it all, running a brothel and working
as a pimp himself?

"Next, we'll begin with the Talented Women's Competition... And please welcome Miss Liu Rushi from Zuisheng Tower to the stage!"

Ma Xianglan's voice, though not as captivating as 'Fiery Red Lips' Li Xianglian's, was still quite magnetic, even with eyes closed.
No wonder she was a renowned figure of her time; her flute-playing skills were probably even superior to Li Xianglian's. Ma Xianglan's
stunning beauty, sexy figure, alluring charm, and skills that could drive men wild
... no wonder that show-off Mo San was like a wildcat smelling fish when he saw her. I wonder if Brother San has the means to handle her
.

On the high platform, thousands of lecherous men eagerly awaited the arrival of Liu Rushi, one of the four most popular courtesans, the 'Master of Both Books and Sword', who made a stunning entrance
onto the wide platform.

The candles on all sides suddenly went out again, leaving only a hazy, multicolored candlelight on the high platform. Reflecting this light, Liu Rushi drew the soft sword
hidden at her slender waist and began to dance gracefully. Her expression was melancholic, her movements delicate yet possessing a heroic beauty. The sword dance
as a whole expressed a longing and yearning for a beloved one far away.

Her dance won thunderous applause! Even I, a modern person, was captivated. This is truly the essence of Chinese culture, refined and distilled.
In comparison, those later dance competitions... I just don't understand. To dance Latin, Samba, Tango, or Cha-cha, is it really necessary
to wear so little clothing? Is it for dancing? Or to expose breasts and thighs? Just as I was marveling at this, Liu Rushi performed
another of her amazing skills: ambidextrous? Pshaw, you underestimate this famous courtesan and talented woman. She had
something ... Hehehe, brothers, don't get the wrong idea. What the famous courtesan and talented woman held in her red lips and pearly teeth wasn't a man's
thing, but a small wolf-hair brush. Too big and it would be tiring for a beautiful woman to hold, wouldn't you say? However, I bet
the lecherous men in the audience were secretly hoping that what the famous courtesan and talented woman held in her mouth was their real thing.

"To live, be a hero; to die, a ghost of valor. Even now, I think of Xiang Yu, who refused to cross the Yangtze River!" I examined Liu Rushi's calligraphy, never
expecting that a famous courtesan would be an admirer of Li Qingzhao. This skill, turning a prostitute into a renowned courtesan, is no easy feat. Just like in later
generations, there are streetwalkers, hostesses, and high-class prostitutes who graduated from prestigious universities. However, even those
high-class prostitutes only accessible to the wealthy and powerful wouldn't all possess such refined skills. In later times, Liu Ru would surely become a top-tier prostitute
.

Next, as I expected, those who took the stage were indeed well-known courtesans from Xiangyang's red-light district. There wasn't a single
lady .

"Respectable girls wouldn't show their faces in public. Even if these young ladies wanted to win
the title ,' their parents wouldn't allow their daughters to be judged by a group of men."

"Hehe, Brother Yang, I've taken Xianglan as my concubine. You won't look down on me, will you?" Mo San, taking advantage of a break,
mingled , commenting on the talented courtesans on stage.

Below the stage, the lecherous men eagerly tossed their bouquets into the flower boats bearing the names of famous courtesans. These courtesans
were the objects of their fantasies; the colorful balls in their hands seemed like real gold and silver, and throwing them into the flower boats meant
a one-night stand with the courtesan represented by the boat—yes, that was the feeling.

Not wanting to offend Mo San, I smiled and said, "With such beauty as your wife, Brother San, you are truly blessed. I, hehe, am
quite envious. Of course, Brother San's pursuit of true love, regardless of worldly opinions, is something I should learn from."

"Hehe, you flatter me, my dear brother. Of course, Xianglan is a good woman, and I am serious about her; otherwise, I wouldn't be working
so hard to earn money," Mo San said, rarely showing such seriousness.

But after a short while, the two scoundrels steered the conversation back to romance: "Why do men like to frequent prostitutes? It's simply because
prostitutes do things that respectable women wouldn't dare to do. Men always crave excitement and novelty, and their
wives and concubines, no matter how beautiful or charming, are ultimately not related to 'excitement and novelty'," Mo San said, shaking his head.

I, this old virgin, started to act all high and mighty again, "The highest level of patronizing prostitutes is to be unable to patronize them, colloquially known as ' erecting a memorial arch for a prostitute.' Don't
think that prostitutes can't be virtuous; it's the prostitutes who are virtuous who are considered precious. Thus, the courtesan king was born. These courtesans, naturally,
are chosen by men; they are all exceptionally beautiful and have the best figures, all skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting… In short, they know most things that most
men know, and they also know things that most men don't."

What a profound statement! Mo San listened intently, "Brother, continue, continue."

"For example, this 'Talented Scholar and Beautiful Woman Cup' should be called 'Talented Scholar and Beautiful Woman Couple.' The talented scholar and the beautiful woman use each other's names to
elevate their own. A courtesan isn't someone everyone can woo; you need talent or wealth."

Chapter Twenty-Four: A Secret Affair Under One's Nose.

"For example, this 'Talented Scholar and Beautiful Woman Cup' should be called 'Talented Scholar and Beautiful Woman Couple.' The talented scholar and the beautiful woman use each other's names to
elevate their own. A courtesan isn't someone everyone can woo; you need talent or wealth."

This old virgin was actually acting as a teacher in front of Mo San, the head of the brothel. Hehe, it felt great,
and my voice unconsciously grew louder.

"Hmph!" "Pah!" My master and Fu Mei suddenly appeared together, simultaneously spitting out a light spit. Two pairs of beautiful eyes stared at
me coquettishly, and two soft hands gently reached towards my ribs… I heard those two cold snorts and was so frightened I almost wet my pants. Luckily
, Mo San helped me up, preventing me from kneeling on the spot. Oh no! My experience of visiting prostitutes had been overheard by my beautiful
mother-in-law and future wife! Wasn't this like lighting a lamp in the outhouse – courting death?

That night, Guo Fu searched the Guo family compound for me but could
n't find me. Worried that I might have been captured by Ouyang Feng, she secretly went to ask her mother. My master had also heard about the courtesan competition and guessed that Mo San might have abducted me here. So
she and her daughter dressed as men, partly to find me, and partly because they were both mischievous and wanted to see the excitement.

I was also quite tall and strong; at seventeen, I was already 1.85 meters tall, making me stand out from the crowd in Hanjiang
. Huang Rong and Guo Fu easily spotted me and discreetly approached from behind, just as I was
uttering profound thoughts. Huang Rong thought to herself: "That brat, spending all his time with Mo San, that philandering troupe leader, he's gone bad. No way, when we get back to the manor,
I'll make sure he's confined to his quarters to reflect on his behavior and cultivate his character. Otherwise, when Fu'er marries into the family, she won't be able to control his philandering ways and will definitely
be bullied by him.

" The mature and beautiful female teacher's intoxicating charm, with her gentle anger and slight reproach, made me dizzy. Seeing that my beautiful mother-in-law was angry with me,
I immediately abandoned my scoundrel Mo San and snuggled up to Miss Guo. My wife is much easier to fool than my mother-in-law; after all,
I'm still quite naive. I didn't need much persuasion to make Miss Guo smile and cover her mouth with her sleeve.

After appeasing my wife, my gaze drifted to the high platform. At that moment, Li Xianglian, with her fiery red lips, was showcasing her singing voice. And
Xie Wan'er, the 'Masterful Pipa Player,' was accompanying her. The music, initially high-pitched and cheerful, shifted to a low, lingering tone. Li Xianglian, with her fiery red
lips , sang and danced gracefully, her movements increasingly slow and delicate, conveying the pain and melancholy of a young girl heartbroken.

"Last year on the Lantern Festival, the flower market was ablaze with lights. The moon hung high above the willow tips, and we met after dusk. This year on the Lantern Festival, the moon and lanterns are still the same.
But the person from last year is gone, and tears fill my sleeves."

Li Xianglian's voice was indeed exceptional; she sang Ouyang Xiu's timeless poem "Sheng Chazi" in a low, mournful voice
, her expression
perfectly
. Damn, if Li Xianglian were born in later generations, she might even win a Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Awards and reclaim her little jewel… "Bravo!" I exclaimed inwardly, having witnessed one of the finest folk dances of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Did you hear that? The newly crowned top scholar, Young Master Yang, is said to sing the song "Li Xianglian with fiery red lips" very well.

"Fuck your mother, that brat surnamed Yang, he's already plucked the flower of Miss Guo, and now he's trying to flirt with the fiery-lipped Li Xianglian
? You're too greedy!" A clueless fellow nearby, failing to recognize the handsome young man beside me as Miss Guo,
cursed from the crowd.

"Brother, maybe that Yang has already secretly slept with Madam Guo..." "Huh? Really? That Yang
has taken both mother and daughter, both young and old? Does he have that kind of audacity? Isn't he afraid that Great Hero Guo will kill him with one strike of her Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms...
"

This infuriated Huang Rong and Guo Fu, their faces turning ashen, and they both glared at me fiercely.

I knew what I'd done, and said with a fawning smile, "I couldn't help myself... I just couldn't help myself."

How do rumors start? See? The news spread like wildfire, and tomorrow I'll be known as a morally bankrupt, shameless rat, condemned by all, for seducing my master and forcing my beautiful
mother-in-law sexual relations… Young Master Yang, the top scholar, cheered, “Bravo!”
A deafening roar of approval echoed from both sides of the platform. On the platform, the four most popular courtesans, with their fiery red lips, seemed to have noticed me.
Li Xianglian gave me a flirtatious wink, her red lips parting to give me a quick kiss from afar.

“Hmph! A prostitute, what's so arrogant about her? Shameless!” Miss Guo, jealous, turned away, ignoring me.

I leaned closer, embracing Miss Guo's slender waist. She trembled slightly, genuinely worried her mother, Huang Rong, would see.
She dared not cry out, her breathing becoming heavy, glancing furtively in her mother's direction every now and then.

Miss Guo was wearing a light blue long gown tonight. Her voluptuous figure undulated beneath the wide robe. She leaned against the railing
, pressing my hand firmly against it, her delicate body tilting slightly, desperately trying to stop my hand from going down. "Big brother, stop it, it's
not good if people around see, Mother is right here."

"Fu-mei, I'm just praising a poem by Zuiweng, not cheering for her. In my heart, there's no room for
anyone else but you." I also realized the time and place were inappropriate, so I just secretly tugged at Guo Fu's small hand.

"Big brother, Fu-er won't allow you to look at those lowly women again." Guo Fu angrily pinched my hand.

I reached out and pinched Guo Fu's little bottom twice. "Ah! Ha!" Two soft moans escaped from the girl
's throat, both distorted. The beautiful woman, whose blush had not yet faded, slowly lowered her head, nestled against my chest, her soft
body gently twisting, shyly responding to my large hand kneading her plump buttocks, her warm, full belly and thighs brushing against me in a
seemingly indistinct way.

Seeing how alluring and charming Miss Guo was when she was aroused, I thought to myself, having a little affair with my wife right under my mother-in-law's nose
is incredibly exciting. You think you can get away with this by giving me attitude? If you were so innocent,
Guo Jing would have been his Golden Sword Prince Consort in the desert long ago.

Giving me attitude won't help. I'm flirting with your girl right in front of you, what can you do about it? Bite me, huh?
Why are you so old-fashioned now? It's all because of that blockhead Guo Jing. But after three years of disciplining her, she hasn't become
the stubborn old-fashioned character from the original story, otherwise I probably would have been slapped across the face and my cheeks would be blooming with peach blossoms. See? I'm touching your daughter
's breasts, pinching your daughter's butt, and your daughter doesn't object at all, she even seems to enjoy it! Come here, why don't you give me that attitude again
?

I felt a surge of satisfaction, thinking that if Miss Guo's buttocks were so exquisite, and her daughter was like that, then what about
Huang …? My lewd gaze bypassed Guo Fu. Following the beautiful woman's supple waist downwards, Huang Rong's plump buttocks were incredibly alluring.
The dress at her slender waist was squeezed into fine folds by her beautiful flesh, and the clothes below her waist were stretched smooth and rounded by her ample buttocks… The pretty
master 's buttocks were simply too tempting. I couldn't restrain myself, and the hand on Miss Guo's plump buttocks increased its pressure, my middle
finger probing into the cleft of her buttocks through her skirt… "Ah!" Guo Fu felt that her brother Yang's movements had suddenly become
rough , the gentle caresses turning into wild kneading and pinching, making the feeling on Miss Guo's plump buttocks hot,
yet even more intoxicating than before.

"Brother, he's really embarrassing me." With constant speculation in her mind, Guo Fu's pretty face turned even redder. Silently enduring my wild
hand movements. Little did I know, half a finger slipped into the girl's buttocks, touching her most unclean secret.
How could Guo Fu, a virgin, withstand such teasing? She couldn't help but straighten up as if electrocuted.

"What's wrong, Fu'er?" Huang Rong's beautiful eyes swept over, giving me a fierce glare. My mother's concern made Miss Guo
even more flustered, and for a moment, I couldn't find an excuse to brush it off.

"A cockroach crawled on Fu'er's butt just now, and she was too embarrassed to say anything." I picked up a dead cockroach from the ground.

"You rascal, how can you talk about women like that..." Huang Rong blushed to her ears, no longer suspecting anything. Recalling my
high , I thought to myself that this boy was unruly and I would have to discipline him more in the future, lest he be corrupted by those drinking buddies and
make things difficult for Fu'er.

My arm ached as Miss Guo bit me. Hehe, I went too far with my teasing just now. I almost touched Miss Guo's 'back
garden' (a euphemism
for anal sex). Thinking of 'back garden' reminds me of the endlessly alluring rear entry position – commonly known as "old man pushing a cart." I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to have Rong'er and Fu'er lying there together, letting me, the old man, pluck a lotus flower from her back garden? ...Hehe, just fantasizing,
just fantasizing.

"Next, tonight's grand finale, the Poetry Competition, is about to begin. Please, all the talented scholars who have qualified for the finals, come to the stage.
First, please welcome the only talented scholar who directly advanced to the next round of the Xiangyang Poetry Competition, the newly appointed top scholar from Jiaxing, Yang Guo, Young
Master !"

Mo San, that kid, somehow got back on stage, snatching the spotlight from his concubine Ma Xianglan, and is now grinning smugly
at me.

It's my turn to appear! Under the watchful eyes of everyone, I released Miss Guo, giving her a reassuring look. "Perform well,
don't disgrace the Guo and Yang families." Huang Rong decided to encourage the brat a bit, after all, we should unite against outsiders now.
A perfect smile curved her lips, revealing a charming smile. If it weren't for waiting for this moment, she would have already dragged my daughter and me away from this
smoky place.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Boundless Romance, Truly Lacking in Skill.

"Perform well, don't disgrace your master." Huang Rong decided to encourage me, the brat, after all,
we should . She finished speaking and gave me a charming smile.

"Don't worry, I won't disgrace my master!" With my charming master's smile and encouragement, I immediately
walked onto the stage with the energy of someone who had taken Viagra and been injected with chicken blood.

I glanced back at that captivating smile. Damn it, compared to that, those fiery red lips were just two strings of fat intestines. The alluring curves and plump, round buttocks I glimpsed while
teasing were indeed more
alluring than any soft cigarette from later generations. In my current state of mind, my feelings for my master are purely those of a man looking at a woman—admiration, lust,
even fantasies about her. But to actually do anything outrageous with my master? I simply don't have the guts. I miss
the Tang Dynasty. Emperor Gaozong, Empress Wu Zetian, her elder sister, Lady Wu Biniang, and her niece, Lady Helan, all slept with her.
Wu Meiniang needs no introduction; she was Gaozong's stepmother. Lady Helan was Wu Biniang's daughter—three generations sharing a bed in blissful harmony…
Emperor Gaozong slept with this mother and daughter, yet the historians didn't call him a licentious and shameless tyrant; instead, they praised him as a benevolent and wise
ruler. Emperor Gaozong of Tang was certainly not the first person in history to take the plunge; everything depends on strength…! To disregard
the moral norms of this world, your strength must surpass everyone else's. Obviously, I don't have that strength right now; I'd
better get Miss Guo first.

"Brother, it's your turn to go on stage." Mo San tugged at me.

I quickly snapped back to reality and slowly walked onto the stage. I walked to the center of the platform, bowed to the crowd below, and
sat in a corner, keeping a low profile.

After seeing me get up and go on stage, everyone started pointing and whispering about me. After all, in Xiangyang City,
I was the newly appointed top scholar, the number one object of desire for countless young ladies, resentful wives of wealthy families, or famous courtesans.
Today, would Yang Jieyuan's visit to the brothel spark a romance with the new courtesan, leaving behind a story titled "
The Untold "?

The newly announced top scholars, Yang Guo and Yang Gaizhi, drew countless admiring glances, especially four pairs of captivatingly alluring
beauties.

"Next to enter are General Meng Gong and Meng Qinli, sons of General Meng Zongzheng, and the talented scholars of Jiangxia, Yu Jie and
Yu Yifu !" Mo San's words from the high platform stunned me.

Who were Meng Gong and Yu Jie? Meng Gong was born into a family of generals. His great-grandfather, Meng An, was a general under Yue Fei, and his grandfather, Meng Lin, was also
a subordinate of Yue Fei! His father was the former commander of Xiangyang, General Meng Zongzheng. Unsurprisingly, three years later, this same man single-handedly led the army to destroy the Jin Dynasty,
fulfilling the dying wish of the great hero Yue Fei.

After the fall of the Jin, it was this same Meng Gong who guarded the middle reaches of the Yangtze River, preventing Genghis Khan's descendants, M?ngke Khan and Kublai Khan,
from crossing the Yangtze for thirteen years. His military prowess absolutely earned him the title of a renowned general!

Yu Jie, courtesy name Yifu, self-styled Qiaoyin, was a student at Bailudong Academy on Mount Lu in his youth, possessing both literary and military talents! He first defended
the Huai River region and later fought against Western Shu. These two are both future giants; cultivate relationships early, as they are both promising talents with immense
potential .

A tall, handsome, and strong young man strode onto the stage! He was none other than the future famous general Meng Gong, twenty-five years old this year. Thanks to
his father's influence, he was already an eighth-rank official, and he himself was a graduate of both the civil and military examinations, a rare combination of literary and military prowess.

After Meng Gong, another elegant young man stepped forward, refined and handsome, already displaying the demeanor of a scholar.

This was none other than the future renowned scholar-general Yu Jie. He was only sixteen years old this year, a year younger than me. He hadn't had time to participate in the provincial examinations and
seemed to want to use this poetry gathering to showcase his talents and gain some fame and praise.

In this final round, including myself, there were ten talented individuals who made it to the competition. However, many people knew that the final winner was most
likely to be one of Meng Gong, myself, and Yu Jie.

"Please, Li Tianlong, the talented scholar from Xiaoli Village, draw the question!" Mo San shouted. A man stood up, sweating profusely with nervousness, almost unsteady
on his feet . I secretly shook my head. This kind of mental fortitude, participating in a competition? Is being called Tianlong so impressive? Is he as
impressive as Li Yunlong?

Before long, the man who drew the question had picked it up, trembling as he unfolded the crumpled paper, his voice shaking as he read, "Of the Four Gentlemen—
plum blossom, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum—plum blossom is first. My question is a poem about plum blossoms."

Those who made it onto the stage all possessed some talent, and upon hearing that the first round was about plum blossoms in the snow, they secretly groaned at the difficulty. Because there have been countless poems about plum blossoms
since ancient times , and the famous ones are all classics. Classics are the hardest to surpass, and to compose
a good poem about plum blossoms in such a short time is truly too difficult.

As the incense stick slowly burned out, Brother Li Yunlong, before he could utter a single line, broke out in a cold sweat and cried out, "This student...this
student is of limited talent and shallow learning, I have made a fool of myself here!"

He had submitted a blank paper!

And he wasn't the only one to submit a blank paper; the remaining six all managed to cobble together a line or two, but none could compose a complete
poem . Only three remained on the stage. Meng Gong went up to draw a question, which turned out to be the character for "wine.

" "Student Meng Gong, drink a cup of wine: Facing wine, I cannot sleep, the night dew wets my sleeves. Drunk, I rise to see the moon over the stream, the birds have returned, the moon is still full."
Before , the poem was complete, truly displaying the carefree spirit of a wine immortal.

"Good!" Of the seven blank papers submitted, this was the first to complete one. At least this Xiangyang poetry competition wasn't a complete disgrace.
Below the stage, Lord Zhao and Mo San breathed a sigh of relief, praising Meng Gong's exceptional literary talent.

Next, Yu Jie drew the character for "snow." The young scholar downed his cup of wine in one gulp, took a few slow steps, and,
slightly tipsy, recited: "Ten thousand mountains and valleys, we grow old together, a touch of rouge bestowed by heaven lightly adorns my cheeks. I ask afar

, where is spring in the orchids and bamboos? Jade bones and icy skin, a subtle fragrance wafts." "Excellent!" The onlookers cheered repeatedly. Zhao Yu and the judges also praised Yu Jie's poem, saying its imagery was even better. Everyone
couldn't help but hope for an even more brilliant performance from Yang Jieyuan.

I pulled out the exam paper but remained silent for a long time.

"Brother, hurry up—hurry up and write the poem!" Mo Sande was secretly anxious, constantly encouraging me in his heart.

"Mother, what's wrong with my brother? Why is he so silent?" Miss Guo was worried; she didn't want her
future husband to also submit a blank paper.

"How should I know?" Huang Rong said irritably. She thought to herself: Serves you right for all that yelling earlier.

"My topic is 'wind and moon'! As for this poem… I can't do it!" I announced loudly. Everyone was stunned.
Could it be? A top scholar submits a blank paper? Did you cheat during the provincial examination, or perhaps bribe the examiner?

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, I lightly leaped back to Huang Rong and Guo Fu. "Sister Fu, lend me your sword."

The crowd, assuming I couldn't answer the questions and had fled in panic, couldn't help but boo me. A tempting
blush rose on Guo Fu's jade-like face, and her gaze held a hint of reproach. But my asking her for her sword amidst the crowd showed how much I valued her;
a slight upturn of her lips betrayed her true feelings. She unfastened the long sword from her waist, handed it to me, and said, "Be careful."

"Master, did you bring any rouge? I can borrow it." I said to my master again, shamelessly.

"What trick are you up to now, you naughty boy?" She took out her own face powder from her bosom and handed it to me, annoyed.

Under the spotlight, I leaped a few times, performing the "Butterfly and Swallow Flying" move from the "Free and Easy Wandering" style. My graceful steps across the water and flowing sleeves
displayed the elegance of a Jin Dynasty scholar in black robes. This amazing skill earned me cheers from thousands of people on the riverbank. I finally landed
beside a huge reef on a small island in the river, soaring up and down, the metal and stone clashing, sword energy crisscrossing!

"Young Master Yang is writing poetry on the reef!" Meng Gong exclaimed in amazement! Everyone realized that someone had already illuminated the huge reef with dozens of large lanterns in
a boat. People couldn't help but admire that the top scholar was indeed extraordinary. He didn't even write poetry on paper. He truly deserved to be
the disciple of the great hero Guo.

Once dozens of enormous lanterns were in place, to everyone's astonishment, the originally uneven rock face had been
smoothed out, but only two red characters were carved on the massive rock: "虫二" (chóng èr).

"虫二? Hahahaha..." The crowd on the riverbank burst into laughter.

"Yang Jieyuan, you've written the wrong character. The character '虫' doesn't have that stroke on top. '儿' (ér) is the '儿' (ér) in '儿女' (ér nǚ), not the '二' (èr) in '一二' (yī èr)."
After laughing for a long time, someone on the riverbank shouted, "What excellent calligraphy! Powerful strokes! I never imagined Young Master Yang was such a master of Yan
Zhenqing's calligraphy!" Meng Gong clapped his hands and laughed heartily.

"Indeed, these are fine characters, truly penetrating to the core. Especially the meaning and exquisite structure of these two characters, they are truly boundless and
leave a lasting impression." Yu Jie shook his head and said, "I admire them greatly."

Sitting on the main stage, Lord Zhao, after listening to the two talented men's words, pondered for a moment and suddenly realized, "So that's it !
Yang Jieyuan is indeed a great talent, 'Boundless romance,' what a wonderful phrase!"

A burst of discussion erupted from the crowd: "Boundless romance... So it really is boundless romance! Jieyuan, you've done well!"

I returned to the stage, clasped my hands and smiled, then suddenly my face became serious, I sheathed my long sword, raised my sword in a stance, and softly recited: "
Beyond the mountains, green hills rise; beyond the towers, more towers stand. When will the songs and dances of West Lake cease? The warm breeze intoxicates the tourists, making them mistake Hangzhou for Bianzhou." It was
a satirical poem by Lin Mengping of the Southern Song Dynasty, "Written at Lin'an Inn." Although this poem was also written in the Southern Song Dynasty, it was a few years later than my time, which is why I dared
to present it here.

"Mother, is my elder brother using the Quanzhen School's swordsmanship?" Guo Fu asked Huang Rong with delight.

"Yes." Huang Rong was pondering the meaning of my poem and didn't pay attention to my swordsmanship, only giving a perfunctory "hmm.

" I recited the poem "Written at Lin'an" loudly, matching the rhythm of the swordsmanship, and cheers erupted from below the stage. "Well done,
Young Master Yang! Excellent! Scholar Yang, what a talent!" "He doesn't talk about romance, yet he fully exposes its flaws. What a wonderful 'not talking about romance'!" "
What a fine disciple that Hero Guo and Heroine Huang have taught! With a patriot like Scholar Yang, we will surely
wipe out all the Mongol Tartars!" "Well done, Hero Yang!"

Because Xiangyang was the northwestern barrier of the Southern Song Dynasty, although the Mongols and the Song Dynasty had an alliance on the surface, prohibiting each other from invading,
the Jin Dynasty had been suppressed to the point of near destruction for ten years. Xiangyang had to directly face the Mongol invasion, and the Mongol iron hooves constantly ravaged and ravaged
the beacon fires of the Song Dynasty's border city of Xiangyang. Almost everyone in the audience had a grudge against the Mongols. My satirical poem,
full of humor and veiled criticism, condemned the weakness and incompetence of the Southern Song court, resonating with everyone present and earnestly
cheering for me.

Meng Gong and Yu Jie exchanged glances, both admiring me. "What a talented scholar and warrior, what a patriotic and compassionate Yang Gaizhi
! We are no match for him."

The judge on the stage, Lord Zhao, was also secretly excited. Indeed, heroes emerge from among the young; this young man possesses such sentiments. Our Great Song will surely
rise again. The people of Xiangyang are fortunate, the people of the Great Song are fortunate indeed! He not only held Guo and Huang in even higher regard but also secretly
resolved : No wonder Commander Meng values him so highly; I must ask Commander Lü to cultivate good relations with these two.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Young Master Yang, come and shoot me too!
Miss, what's gotten into you?

I've gotten a bit carried away with my antics, and I couldn't stop myself. I started wielding my self-created Yang family spear and sword technique (rape? lol), and began to sing
passionately : "Smoke rises, the land stretches north, dragons rise and swirl, horses neigh, swords flash like frost. My heart is like
the vast Yellow River, twenty years of traversing the land, who can stand against me? Hate drives me mad, my long blade points, how many loyal souls of my brothers are buried in foreign lands. I would gladly die a hundred times to repay my
country, I can only sigh in sorrow, speechless, tears welling in my eyes. Horses gallop south, people look north, people look north, the grass is green and yellow, dust flies. I wish to defend the land
and expand the territory, a glorious China will be celebrated by all sides!"

It was my favorite song from my past life, "Serving the Country with Utmost Loyalty." I was born a soldier, and although I'm lustful, I'm incredibly patriotic. During
my three years on Peach Blossom Island, I didn't truly experience the brutality of the Mongol cavalry until I arrived in Xiangyang, where it felt like I was back on
the battlefield amidst gunfire, in the rainforest and the Gobi Desert where danger lurked everywhere. The walls of Xiangyang City reeked of blood, casting a somber shadow over me and stirring
memories of bloodshed within me. Once upon a time, I thought my blood had grown cold, that I only wanted to seduce a few stunning beauties, amass a fortune, and live a peaceful
life . But I realized I was wrong, terribly wrong. I couldn't do it. I gradually came to understand
the meaning of Uncle Guo's words: "To serve the country and the people is the greatest virtue." I love this land of China, I love its people, not just a narrow-minded dynasty,
a few emperors and empresses dowager—to hell with them! What are they anyway? As long as the people can live in peace and prosperity,
what does it matter if I stay in Xiangyang with my master for the rest of my life?

I sang this song repeatedly, and countless people watching the lanterns below were moved to tears. The lyrics were simple and easy to understand, the melody ancient and
catchy , and many intelligent people who loved music spontaneously hummed along. The talented men and beautiful women on the sidelines also
took out their paper and inkstones, some memorizing the lyrics, others composing the music. The entire stage was bustling yet undisturbed, everything proceeding in
perfect order .

I was oblivious to the changes around me, completely immersed in my own world. Whether I
had adopted Yang Guo's persona or experienced some kind of divine connection, I felt as if I had returned to the early Northern Song Dynasty,
to the battlefield of the Yang family generals' bloody battle at Jinshatan; as if I were charging alongside Marshal Yue Fei, our forces aimed directly at Huanglongfu. As I finished
singing the last two words of "Lai He" in "Serving the Country with Utmost Loyalty" for the third time, a sudden inspiration struck me. I remembered the legendary Huashan Sect move, "
Flying Dragon ," and with a flick of my sword, "Clang!" the blade pierced through the beam of the viewing platform, embedding itself deeply within it. My
performance abruptly ended.

A sudden silence fell over the audience, followed by applause from one person, bringing everyone back to their senses. A thunderous roar erupted from the crowd .
A thunderous, sustained applause and cheers erupted. No more idle chatter; everyone shared the same thought: Yang Jieyuan
is truly remarkable! The atmosphere of the entire evening reached its climax.

I stood on stage, slightly out of breath, thinking, "M.J. wasn't he only this popular back then? My beauties, aren't you
coming to offer flowers and kisses?" I clearly saw that Huang Rong and Guo Fu, mother and daughter, were the first to lead the applause, and my heart felt sweeter than honey
.

"Fellow villagers, please be quiet," I said loudly, channeling my inner strength, my voice barely drowning out the cheers of the tens of thousands.
Seeing that the Jieyuan (Yang Jieyuan) had something to say, everyone gradually quieted down.

"Lord Zhao, today is a poetry competition, and I, a mere student, have been fooling around and cheating. I violated the rules by going overtime on the 'Romance' question, and have already lost.
I will now take my leave and go home to study diligently, hoping to achieve some success in the final examination three years later." I turned back to the audience,
bowed respectfully, and continued, "Fellow villagers, esteemed elders! Although I am inexperienced and new to this place, I
have always deeply respected the soldiers and civilians of Xiangyang. It was you who stopped the fierce Mongol cavalry from advancing south; it was you
who defended the lives and freedom of millions of Song Dynasty citizens with your blood and lives. I may have been fooling around and my skills are still lacking, but I hope to become
one of you and contribute to defending the lives and freedom of our Song Dynasty people. What do you say?"

"Yes!" The thunderous response from the audience reflected the wishes of countless Song Dynasty subjects. At that moment, my eyes
welled up with tears.

"Thank you everyone, I'll take my leave now, please!" I cupped my hands in thanks, retrieved my longsword,
and was about to jump off the stage when I heard a voice that nearly made me fall over.

"Young Master Yang, shoot for me too!" someone shouted. A thunderous
roar of laughter erupted from the crowd, and Huang Rong and Guo Fu, embarrassed, grabbed me and hurriedly ran away.

The effects of the singing and dancing gradually faded, and the poetry gathering drew to a close. The next day, Xiangyang City was abuzz with the news of the Han River Poetry
Competition , from the official announcement that Yu Jie and the courtesan Liu Rushi were the winners, to Prefect Zhao awarding
me a special prize for missing the second round, and my inscription on the stone, a testament to boundless romance, and the already widely circulated poems "Written at Lin'an" and "Serving the Country with Utmost Loyalty"—a
masterpiece of sword, poem, and song. However, what was most talked about in the countryside, during leisure time, and in taverns and teahouses
was the line that nearly made Yang Jieyuan fall headfirst into the water: "Young master, shoot it for me too!"... That night, Prefect
Zhao hosted a banquet, sincerely inviting the great hero Guo and his wife, along with their families, to the prefectural government office. Until then, Guo Jing was still completely unaware. Last night, I
returned the cosmetics and sword intact. To gain my master and wife's forgiveness, I didn't hesitate to dress up as a rabbit
figurine and promise not to show my face in public again, thus securing leniency and preventing my charming master and wife from pursuing the increasingly distorted rumors.
Therefore, Guo Jing had no idea that I had given him such a big boost in popularity overnight.

When Guo Jing received and loudly recited the two poems his future
son-in-law , and then heard Prefect Zhao relay my speech on "swearing to live and die with Xiangyang,"
Guo the Fool and Blind Ke couldn't help but laugh heartily. Guo Jing, mindful of the presence of outsiders, couldn't openly praise me, only saying things
like fulfilled my duty to the ancestors of the Guo and Yang families," "A man should have this kind of ambition," and "You're
very good..." and other such meaningless remarks. Old Monster Ke, however, didn't care about any of this. Since he was blind, he couldn't see the disdain from others,
and he praised his grand-disciple to the skies, while also subtly complimenting his own disciple—he was truly gratified.

Finally, Guo Jing gave the final critical summary: "Guo'er, it's good that you have such lofty ambitions. I have also fulfilled my duty to the ancestors of the Guo and Yang
families , and to Uncle Tiexin. A man should have such aspirations, to serve the country and the people. From now on
, all of us elders here are waiting to see your actions. You must remember this!"

I was almost asleep, thinking, "Why do you keep bringing up the Yang family ancestors?" I kept kowtowing and responding, but when I heard
Guo Jing's last sentence, I became more awake and earnestly replied, "Your son will respectfully obey your teachings."

The serious topic ended, and the feast began. Those with a high alcohol tolerance engaged in drinking contests, while the women chatted idly in the inner hall.
Meng Gong, Yu Jie, and I admired each other and quickly became friends, leaving only
the two good-for-nothings, Da Wu and Xiao Wu, alone at the table. I glanced at them, sighed, and thought: Don't let outsiders laugh at you. Whether you can get on the good side of these two great men depends on
your own fate. After all, you two are my chosen godsons.

I pulled Da Wu and Xiao Wu over to introduce them to Meng Gong and Yu Jie, but the two good-for-nothings didn't appreciate it. Still jealous of their senior brother's recent
success, they sat sullenly to the side, leaving Meng and Yu feeling awkward.

"Hehe, Brother Meng, Brother Yu, my two junior brothers are young and shy around strangers, please forgive them."

"It's alright," Yu Jie said somewhat coldly, clearly still holding a grudge. I couldn't help but sigh, "
You reap what you sow..." "Ah, Big Brother, stop...stop teasing Fu'er!" Miss Guo's face was flushed red. Her
legs were bent at the knees , but she didn't dare sit down, hoping I would remove her clutches. The two of them secretly slipped away from the table,
whispering sweet nothings under the eaves.

Only a fool would stop. "Fu'er, come sit here, the stone slab is too cold, it's not good for your health," I
said with a sly smile, patting my leg.

"No, I'd be so embarrassed if people saw us!" Guo Fu turned away, pouting.

"Come on, you're my betrothed, what right do they have to gossip? Besides, it's dark here, no
one will come. Come on, Fu-mei."

Guo Fu finally gave in and sat down. It was so comfortable to have a cushion. "Big brother, you
were really ."

"Really? Did Fu-er like it?" I breathed into her ear, my hands still obediently around Guo Fu's slender waist
. After all, we were in the prefectural government, so I didn't dare be too presumptuous.

"Hmm~ You're naughty. Of course Fu-er liked it very much. Although Mother didn't say it, I could tell she was very happy.
Otherwise … otherwise she definitely wouldn't have let me come out with you tonight, letting you take liberties with me." Guo Fu placed her hands on my arms, saying shyly.

"That's why I'm so popular, everyone loves me, and flowers bloom for me." I had no idea what modesty was, shamelessly
boasting. But before I could finish speaking, I clearly felt the beauty in my arms stiffen. "What's wrong,
Fu'er? Is something on your mind?"

"No, Fu'er is fine," Guo Fu replied, her eyes darting away.

"Is there anything I can't tell my brother?"

"Sigh, Brother Yang, don't you think that besides being a burden to you, I have no other merits?" Guo Fu asked,
her eyes slightly red.

"Why do you think that, Fu'er? I have many good points. I'm gentle and considerate, beautiful and generous, kind-hearted, and most importantly,
I'm wholeheartedly devoted to my brother. Am I right, Fu'er?"

"Hmm..." Guo Fu nodded shyly, but her tone was very certain. "It's just that last night, Fu'er felt
so useless, even... even less than... I can't learn martial arts well, and I can't study well either. Am I stupid?"

I didn't expect that the usually carefree Fu'er would have such a self-pitying side. But then again, in the original story, she went
from arrogance to inferiority, and then from inferiority to withdrawal, eventually forming a distorted personality. In the end, the pride of her family's
glory and her inferiority complex about her own achievements were the root causes of Guo Fu's tragedy. “Silly girl, as the ancients said, ‘
There is a sequence to learning, and each has their own expertise.’ What you can do, they may not be able to do. Besides, your brother can't let you learn from them and
show your face in public. As for whether Fu’er is stupid or not… Uncle Guo has had a very good relationship with Master all these years.
” I shrugged.

“Fine, you talk about my father, I'll go back and tell him to beat you up…”

“No way, no!”

“Yes, yes.”

“Heroine, no!”

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