Eagle of the Vast Expanse-9

"Three heroines are willing to lend a helping hand to save the girls of our school from their suffering, and we are happy to provide our full support. Judging from the architectural structure of
the gymnasium , sneaking in through the back door is the most ideal option."

They acted immediately. Yu Shuang and the others approached the enemy's location at a jog, circling around to the west edge.
They arrived at the gymnasium, at the dark and heavy back door. No one was guarding it, which was reassuring. It was locked tight. Shiranui Mai
shook the doorknob several times: "Locked. Is there any way to open it?" she asked anxiously. Many upperclassmen and
classmates were inside. The beautiful girl patted Shiranui's shoulder, "Mai, step back, let someone try."

Yu Shuang gripped the hilt of her sword, "'Soaring Eagle of the Vast Sea'—'Dragon Overturns the Poisonous Pool'!" The blade flashed,
the air currents slanted, the dragon's body crouched, splashing water in the pool. The iron roller door, the entire thick steel door, shattered into
tiny fragments, the snowflakes falling away. Clean and quiet. "Oh..." The other four watched in a daze. The sword was sheathed.
"First barrier broken. Let's go in and rescue them!" The girl led the charge. Akiko turned to
Lilia and asked, "What is Miki's martial arts...?" "She's a ninja, possessing worldly and historical
skills . 'Daijoubu' (a term of endearment for a woman)

." Click, click, click... The sound of four people rushing in. "Ah... ugh..." A woman's voice rang out,
a symbol of suffering. "The small room to the right!" "It's the student council's preparation room!" The girl didn't hesitate
, sending out a single hand, 'Wind and Cloud Push and Shift,' the door flying open. They rushed in, and the scene inside
left them stunned! It was truly...

Four female teachers and students were being tortured. Kono An—her hands and breasts bound in a figure eight, her buttocks
fixed on a 'triangular wooden horse'. The triangular wooden horse was different from the 'moving wooden horse' among the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty
. The body of the triangular wooden horse was shaped like an equilateral triangle with sharp edges. He sat down on the woman's thighs,
her tender vulva facing him, the pain like being cut by a knife and rope. Strands of blood trickled between her legs
, and she whimpered softly. The more she tried to twist, the deeper the tingling and numbness intensified on her parted labia and clitoris. Her buttocks
were covered in bloodstains.

Miyamoto Minako – Hands and feet were bound, her back pressed against the "Iron Maiden." The "Iron
Maiden " was one of the instruments of torture used to punish adulterous women in the Middle Ages. Shaped like an ancient Egyptian mummy
container, its bottom was filled with sharp spikes, easily piercing the human body. Women who disobeyed their husbands were imprisoned in it,
and within days they would die! When it was incorporated into the ranks of sadomasochism is unknown. Minako's delicate back
was lacerated by the sharp spikes, causing her to weep uncontrollably and wail incessantly.

Hashiki Tomo – Lying flat on a wooden cross, her hands and feet firmly bound. Her beautiful legs were spread apart
, revealing her hidden pink vulva for all to admire. Her erect nipples, fragrant nose, earlobes, labia majora
, and clitoris (larger than a little finger) were all biting onto clothespins. Qiaomu could only
gasp for
against her will, dripped onto the floor.

Kozuki Hoshiga—her naked body stood suspended, her toes barely touching the ground, unable to support her weight. Her arms
were raised and bound, unable to move. Two iron, protruding dildos were inserted tightly into the two orifices between her buttocks,
her skin covered in whip marks from the insults she had received. She was on the verge of death, silent
, accepting the relentless sexual torture. One man licked and kissed her large breasts, another caressed
her snow-white ankles. Kozuki was the instructor for the second-year, third-class group.

Each unfortunate woman had two men 'serving' her. Although Yu Shuang felt a gentle, sweet rain within the jade chamber
, her anger surged uncontrollably! She drew her sword and charged forward, prioritizing the rescue of the victims. "'Soaring Eagle of the Vast Sea'
– 'Nine Dragons Suddenly Turn Back'!" The 'Brahma Illusionary White Dragon' lunged forward, light and shadow splitting, nine flying dragons unleashing their power simultaneously
, attacking the six male victims. Each dragon coiled around a body, blood splattered, flesh spilled,
six splattered paths. The dragon's energy receded, suddenly turning back. The blade plunged in.

Four girls rescued the violated women, offering words of comfort. After setting them down, the four
were dazed and slow to react. "Xiao Wu, Jing Zi, you stay here and take good care of the victims.
Lilia , Zi Jie, let's continue our infiltration." Lilia and Zi Jie stood up, offering
a few more words of reassurance, and polished their weapons. The bloody close-quarters combat was about to unfold. The three girls departed. In the ink-stained corridor,
rain and frost guided her way. Her hand rested on her sword hilt, her gaze sweeping across the land.

A flashlight beam shone. A trembling, ghostly figure. Someone approached. A headcount was taken.
About . A beam of light shone, illuminating the three girls. "Ah! You are…" The person holding the flashlight began
, but before she could finish her sentence, the long blade of her katana sliced through the throats of the five men. They coughed a few times, then stopped. The lights
went out, fading into nothingness. A body search. "These five are likely thugs, carrying
small knives, accomplices. The rest will not be spared!" the female ninja said emotionlessly.

She moved forward slowly. The exit into the light led to the tennis court on the first floor. Hundreds of predators were
listening to a 'pre-departure briefing,' flanked by student council henchmen and mercenaries. Each held a katana,
chain , butterfly knife, or hunting knife. A gleaming night. The gathering place of the sword-wielding clan. "Listen up, everyone. Since
you're all big spenders, we won't let you come for nothing. We've provided top-quality goods,
some even untouched, deluxe packages. Right, Principal?" Nozomi Watsuki murmured indifferently . A man emerged from the shadows, his white hair and the wrinkles of a Shar-Pei dog—Hoshino Tatsusuke, the principal of
Daitokawa High School. "I am the principal of Daitokawa. Thank you for your presence. Our school has everything , but we have plenty of noble ladies. All of them are virgins who maintain their purity. Like Ms. Kawahara Chiharu , who committed suicide last time, she was a bitch I carefully trained. It's a pity she only lasted a few months before passing away. No problem, Daitokawa replenishes its ranks with new students and faculty every year, so the supply is never lacking. Tonight is a mini-weekend, and the second floor is full of beauties. You can indulge in the rare gems you don't usually see, and they're real high school girls." Principal Hoshino finished his speech, maintaining a perfect 90-degree bow. A businessman. However, the hall was filled with cheers! Three masked women rushed in through another exit. The principal roared, "Who are you? Who let you in?" Yushuang, Lilia, and Zi exchanged glances. The female ninja cried out, " We're here to seek justice for Miss Kawahara Chiharu." "Heh heh, this is my territory, I won't tolerate your rudeness! Watsuki Mochi!" "Principal!" "Subdue these women, strip them of their clothes, and bring them to my office!" "Yes, sir!" Watsuki raised one arm. A group of henchmen appeared from behind. Each one looked fierce and menacing, their eyes gleaming , including several female delinquents. "Zi, Lilia, go to the basketball court on the second floor to rescue them. Leave this bunch of trash on the first floor to others." Yushuang stretched out her lotus-like arms, Zi, Lilia...

Aya drew her gun and climbed the stairs. The girl's clear, bright eyes, shimmering with golden light, accentuated her
cold murderous aura. "I will
wipe out you demons for the sake of all the coerced women of the world, all the respectable women forced into prostitution!"

Principal Hoshino laughed maniacally, "Hehehe, your little mouth is quite something. I wonder
how your cherry lips taste? Can they hold my big cock? Your voice is delicate and charming, young and energetic
, you must be a stunning beauty. I want to fuck you more and more! Kids, grab her now
!" More than a dozen thugs wielding long samurai swords, impatient, immediately stepped forward. The sharp blade locked onto
Yushuang's position. The girl had no intention of looking at him directly. The sword was revealed. The hilt was flattened.

Gunshots rang out from the second floor, and Zi and Lilia officially began their battle with the remnants of the group. "The
Roaring Eagle of the Vast Sea—The Dragon Opens Its Eyes!" The visitor never returned. The dragon's soul, which had been in a light slumber, suddenly opened its bright, piercing
eyes, its claws lunging! Yu Shuang leaned forward, drawing her sword to meet the attack. The blade was smooth, swift, and agile,
flashing with multiple streaks of light, its claw shadows swirling. The thugs attacking in the battle froze instantly, spitting blood
, and collapsed to the ground. They trembled with a deep blue aura.

Everyone present was utterly shocked. This girl was no joke. "What are you staring at! Kill her! Kill
her! I want to rape her corpse!" Hoshino roared furiously. The female ninja murmured seductively, "Oh? Is that so? A strange fetish
. Your lust will be satisfied in a moment. No survivors! Choose whomever you like!
" When Yu Shuang went berserk, even the gods of war and the underworld in Greek and Roman mythology would have to retreat. "
With such a huge crowd, a sheer numbers tactic will be enough to wear you down. I'm not afraid you won't surrender
!" The principal couldn't foresee the events of death; he was dealing with the "Eagle of the Vast Expanse"—the "Immortal
Grim Reaper "! Naive! Romantic.

The surging crowd was as numerous as hairs on a cow. The beautiful girl was single-mindedly focused on the enemy, striving for a perfect mission. "
Come! Sinners, sincerely repent, and be reborn as virtuous men in the next life. If you fall into the animal realm, may
you never be redeemed !" No one wanted to listen to this kind of "mad ramblings"; it would be a self-fulfilling prophecy. "'The Roaring Eagle of the Vast Ocean'—
'The Lament of the Sleeping Dragon'—'The Symphony of Eternal Sleep'!" Beethoven's famous piece, a stern warning to
those who stubbornly cling to evil. The first section of the movement, the first note. The composer's indomitable spirit,
the wrathful Vajra of the one who strikes. A heartfelt plea. Formed as a demon-slaying talisman; if it cannot be saved, better to kill than to indiscriminately.

The sword was swung, radiating light, like gods and Buddhas filling the sky. A dragon god ascended, its blade chillingly cold. The music
began in a sub-tone, a rosy glow descended, and a cold mist enveloped everyone, goosebumps erupting on their skin
. Tentacles of light proliferated, piercing through individual skulls, brain matter mixed with oxygenated blood from severed arteries
, the pungent smell of nail polish adorning newly painted walls and the Chocolat floor. Raw tempura.
Dissected flower branches. A red and white series. A characteristic of Sichuan cuisine. Unfit for the table.

A hidden move. The sword held steady, horizontally forward. Over two hundred obstacles returned to the underworld. Of all the living people present,
besides Yushuang, only Hoshino Tatsumi and Watsuki Nozomi remained. The only color scheme on this floor—red. "A ghost…
a ghost… we've encountered a ghost…" Hoshino, utterly disoriented, and Watsuki, stunned,
chattered . A creaking sound. "Wazuki, go find Oshima to help us."
The club president replied, "We can't get away. Principal, listen to the sounds upstairs—gunshots and men's
screams. Oshima is probably struggling to survive."

"It's time to deal with you..." The girl's slender foot stepped
forward pressed against the door. It was locked from the inside; they had to open it from the other side. Yushuang's hand gesture changed, "'Soaring Eagle
Flow of the Vast Sea'—..." Something was amiss. A fourth person suddenly appeared! A fruit knife pierced Hoshino Tatsuki's
left chest . "Ugh!... You!..." the principal groaned. The door opened. "Hahaha... I
successfully launched a sneak attack!" Hoshino laboriously turned his obese body. Wazuki turned around and saw—it was actually the student
council president Oshima Nagisa.

The girl remained still, observing the situation.

"Oshima Nagisa, we were a perfect team... why did you kill me..." Each word was halting and
incoherent, death imminent. "You old bastard, you killed my crush, Kawahara Chiharu-sensei.
Your handling of her sexual affairs drove her to suicide due to the pressure. I've long been dissatisfied with you. Kawahara-
sensei , I've avenged you! Die! You old monster!" Oshima, his eyes bloodshot, thrust out a
large utility knife, severing Hoshino's enormous beer belly. The principal's abdomen ripped open, intestines spilling out. He knelt,
his upper body lying straight on the court. Dead. The pig lay flat on the ground.

The president turned away. "Wazuki Nozomi, I haven't forgotten your share. You framed Professor Kawahara,
causing her to lose her virginity to him and be controlled by his lust! Her virginity should have been mine! You went back on your word,
only caring about pleasing that old ram! All for good grades!" "Oshima, calm down, let's talk this
over!" "Talk this over? The companions upstairs have all been wiped out.
The junior and senior girls we forced into prostitution have also been rescued! My lifelong reputation is ruined by this secret cult, what's there to
discuss? Prepare to die!" He's gone mad!

A gleaming white knife was drawn from his waist—a short dagger. With his hand wrapped around Wazuki's neck,
Oshima resolutely plunged the knife into his lumbar spine more than ten times! The president's wailing echoed through the empty, deathly silent hall
. Oshima put down the lifeless Wazuki Nozomi, the blood-soaked defeated beast. Yushuang
knew the time to strike had come. "Miss, please do it! Kawashita Miki." "You..."
"I knew it. My time is up. If my death can atone for my sins... Kawahara-
sensei, I'm coming to join you."

'Boom...' "That sound was..." "I planted timed
petrol . That sound came from the second floor. The bomb on the first floor will detonate in three minutes. The gymnasium will
be reduced to ashes, cremating everything worthless. Kawashita, kill me, then run away quickly." A
dying man's words are kind; a dying bird's cry is mournful. Oshima tossed aside the flat drill, his hands hanging limply
, his eyes closed. The girl shook her beautiful head. "If only you had known. 'Soaring Eagle of the Vast Ocean
'—'Shatter the Void'!"

An X-shaped blade of energy pierced through Oshima's flesh. "Chuanxia, thank you..." The entire body was torn apart
and scattered, splattered on the wall, clinging to the mushy, burnt remains. A burnt smell wafted from upstairs. Fire raged
. Without a second thought, Yushuang's alluring figure vanished, leaving the building. Less than two minutes later, an explosion
echoed from ; the newly built gymnasium was now under the control of the Fire God. Flames danced, ash and smoke rose into the sky, illuminating the
Dadongchuan campus. The final bonfire of lewdness. It was set ablaze.

More than twenty fire trucks were dispatched, finally bringing the fire under control. An hour later, it was extinguished. Shattered walls...
In Wazhong, the debauched prison of debauchery is gone. All that remains is emptiness and decline. Daylight breaks.
Students and teachers not living on campus arrive for classes, and the student council's misdeeds are finally exposed, causing a public uproar
! Reporters, television stations, and police are constantly on the move. Yuko walks to the side of Yushuang and Lilia
, "Yuko, Lilia, you've done a great service again. On behalf of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and the Osaka City
Police Department, I thank you both!" She gives a graceful bow.

The two beauties immediately return the bow. The three laugh. This major case is finally over.

Yushuang goes to her dormitory to pack her bags and head home. "Miki! Are you leaving?"
Mai Shiranui and Akiko Hakata rush in. "Hmm. Things are done, I should go now
. After all, I'm not a student; I'm not a formal girls' high school student at Daitokawa High School." The girl
said casually, tears welling in her eyes. "We haven't properly thanked you yet. We
finally a roommate, and we've only been together for two days..."

They helped Yushuang pack up. The packing was finished. "Miki... no, 'Hawk,' will
we ever meet again?" Akiko asked. "It's hard to say. Every time I appear,
someone is in trouble. I don't want you to see me again." Mai sobbed softly, "But
... I've realized... I... I've fallen in love with you uncontrollably! Miki..."
A bead of sweat appeared on the beautiful girl's forehead. "Mai, don't joke around! Don't you have Hakata?" She immediately
eased the situation and quickly left...

All the teachers and students of Class 7, Grade 1, Hakata Akiko, and the rescued girls lined up at the school gate
to see Yushuang off. She repeatedly turned back to wave goodbye, though reluctant, for they were merely passersby. She and Lilia boarded
a taxi; the final stop was the Osaka Shinkansen Station. Yushuang had an appointment with her mentor. Lilia
accompanied her, to unveil the mysterious veil of the previous generation of Dragon Ninja.

The road is long. Yushuang, your path of justice is paved with every step. Keep going!

Soaring like an eagle for thousands of miles, your ambition reaches a hundred million feet high. Proud as Yushuang, you laugh and talk about the world.

Chapter Seven: Heroic Spirit! Chivalry and Tenderness Shake the Nine Provinces—Chapter One of the Three Modern Heroes of the Wind and Dust '

With millions of strings of cash around my waist, I ride a crane to Yangzhou,' what heroic spirit! Ancient heroes, undeterred by the wind
, were righteous and chivalrous. In martial arts novels, heroes not only need to have extraordinary martial arts skills, but also need to have a
unique and independent personality. Sima Qian, author of the *Records of the Grand Historian*, prominently features the "Biographies of Assassins,
" particularly

Jing Ke, who attempted to assassinate the King of Qin at the hands of Prince Dan of Yan. His resolute act of crossing the Yi River and never returning is truly awe-inspiring! The anonymous "Biography of the Bearded Stranger"
vividly depicts the loves, hates, and passions of江湖儿女 (jianghu heroes and heroines) in a short space, bringing the personalities of three key characters to life. Hong Fu Nu possesses keen insight and dares to express her love
; the Bearded Stranger is generous and magnanimous; Li Jing's character, however, remains somewhat ambiguous. Later generations referred to
these three in the biography as the "Three Heroes of the Wind and Dust," a testament to the clear and intelligent nature of their characters.

A hero should not be defined solely by force or violence. Those who generously donate money and relieve others in times of crisis can also be called
heroes. The methods differ only. Lin Xiangru, who protected the He Shi Bi jade; Lord Mengchang, who had hundreds of retainers;
Zhang Yide, whose strength could uproot mountains and rivers; and Guan Yu, renowned for his benevolence and righteousness—whether martial or literary, all embodied the spirit of chivalry.
Therefore, strength is merely the form of chivalry; it is the heart that truly drives righteous and chivalrous individuals. Otherwise, hypocrites
are even inferior to Ren Woxing from Jin Yong's novels!

The present is not as good as the past. Times are progressing, but people's hearts are constantly regressing. People's hearts are hidden behind their skin.
One should not have the heart to harm others, but one must be wary of others. These admonitions and warnings illustrate the unpredictability and difficulty in understanding people's hearts.
Layers of masks close the distance between people, concealing their true selves. No one trusts anyone
. There is estrangement and treachery. Kindness and compassion are rare. Where is the spirit of ancient chivalry?

The popularity of martial arts novels is attributed to the imaginative world created by the authors, which inspires imagination. But the message
it conveys is precisely the decline of morality, the loss of traditional values, and the resulting emptiness, leading to self-indulgence in the past
. Why not open your hearts, love and care for others, and become true "chivalrous heroes"?

Alright, enough of that, let's get to the main point.

Gansu, China. Twenty li outside Lanzhou. January 1999. A vast plain.

Harsh winter. The north wind howling from Siberia and Outer Mongolia is not only biting but also bleak.
The 239th Division, under the Northwest Command of the People's Liberation Army, equipped with armored combined arms units, is slowly advancing.
Division Commander Wang Bingzhi personally oversees the 140-li march. Since the post-Deng era,
the free and open atmosphere of the coast has surged inland. People have households with tens of thousands of yuan, and the army is building a century-old enterprise
. Seeking innovation and progress.

The division commander, seeking economic resources, takes a risk. Besides legitimate farming and animal husbandry for self-sufficiency, he occasionally
sold weapons to gangsters or drug dealers, ostensibly to earn extra money, but in reality
, he sometimes indulged himself. Firearms and drugs were highly profitable on the black market. Commander Wang, always looking to make money
, was adept at following trends. He sported a diamond watch and new boots, dozens of items in various styles, suitable for both
gifts and personal use.

He was now emboldened. His greed grew. The bigger the business, the bigger his appetite. During this exercise,
he "casually" brought several types of heavy weapons to his comrades in the underworld. New income was coming. He chuckled smugly.
He swayed left and right , riding the wave of wealth.

Of course, there were conscientious elements in the army, secretly dissenting. The shrewd and ruthless Wang Bingzhi was no less skilled at eliminating
dissidents than his father, the mastermind behind it all. Hearing your words today is like finding a forgotten grave tomorrow.
He firmly believes in the old saying, "Power comes from the barrel of a gun." He clings tightly to power!
The princelings, the offspring of high-ranking officials , are excluded. Far from the emperor's reach, being a local tyrant in the northwest isn't so bad! Trends
change, ideologies evolve, but he remains unchanged amidst all the shifts.

Fragrant flowers are cruelly plucked, or begged to leave, or requested transfers. What remains are only the poisonous weeds of flattery and sycophancy.

"Hurry up! If you're so slow, the whole division will be wiped out!" The harsh shouts,
broadcast through loudspeakers and radios, sound exactly like those of a late Qing dynasty warlord. A soldier at the front reported: "
Commander , scouts report that two men and a woman are blocking our march!" "What?
Didn't we issue an exercise notice—no people or vehicles are allowed within the designated route? Sentrymen!
Go and drive them away!"

The officer at the very front, acting like a bully, got out of the jeep. He picked up his rifle and shouted:
"Who are you? The 239th Division is conducting an exercise here under orders from higher command. Don't you know that
? Are you blind?" The three blocking the way lined up in order of height. The shortest was a beautiful young woman in red
, with a face that could launch a thousand ships. She was stunning even without smiling, and her smile was captivating. Her figure was graceful and alluring; she was a natural beauty.
The second tallest was a young man, thin, tall, and handsome, outstanding and with an air of aloofness. The most
imposing a man with a full beard, possessing the heroic bearing of Zhang Fei reborn, his eyes gleaming, his presence imposing and unapproachable.

He seemed oblivious. Unmoved as a mountain. Several soldiers were truly enraged. "Aim! You people
don't understand the hardships the People's Liberation Army endures to protect the motherland, you only find pleasure in causing trouble and kicking bottles! If you don't move
, we'll have to shoot!" the highest-ranking sergeant ordered. The silent, sweet-voiced young woman
spoke up : "Is that so? It sounds like you're singing a little tune. All the hard-earned money of the people of the motherland is wasted
on smuggling and corruption. The army is modernizing, but you're just filling your own pockets and fattening your stomachs. You are
truly pests of the country and a disgrace to the people!" Her voice was alluring, every word piercing.

"How dare you swear!" The sergeants prepared to pull the trigger. The girl's eyes narrowed, and the whip's
cord slipped from her jade-like hand, revealing a serpentine spring, its whip blossoms scattering! The first lash, with a sharp "crack
," sent trembling soldiers' legs trembling. Their long spears snapped off above the breech, transforming into short clubs. The whip's shadow
vanished. She abruptly retracted the whip, and with a second swing, blood splattered everywhere. The heads of six soldiers
were severed from their necks, their bodies standing upright, not falling.

The two sides were approximately twenty-five meters apart. The red-clad girl's "Flying Python Whip" was a
blend of allure and strength, its power profound, its movements fluid and unpredictable. The beauty of the "Flying Python Whip" lay in
its ability to control its length and distance. The previous moves, "Python Tail Sweep" and "Snake Leaps to Seize the Rat,"
had easily severed the spearman's head. A master whip user, her internal strength was also extraordinary, estimated
to be at least two to three Jiazi (60-70 years) in cultivation.

The troops behind were horrified. "A comrade has been killed! Report to command center immediately!" someone
shouted. The woman leaped, her movements as alluring as a dragonfly skimming the water. She swiftly jumped behind the man,
striking the vital points of those seated, and several died inexplicably. She then snatched the radio, "Commander Wang,
shouldn't you and your army return the people's hard-earned money you've plundered? This is a 'drill'? More like
a leisurely stroll." The other end responded: "You wicked woman!
What are your names and the other two's names? Give me your names!"

"Wang Bingzhi, you want to know that so badly? Fine, we are the 'Three Heroes of the Wind and Dust'!" "
You ... the 'Three Heroes of the Wind and Dust'?" The commander's momentum crumbled. He lost control of his bladder. He was getting old. "
Will you spit out your dirty money or not, Commander Wang?" Wang Bingzhi, unwilling to admit defeat, displayed his
stubborn nature. "That's my money! No one can take it from me!" "Take it? Wang Bingzhi
, you stole it from the people. And you dare to shamelessly claim it's yours? You stubborn feudalist
!" the girl said sweetly.

"Unless you kill me! My vault will not be open to the public!" "Hmph! A waste
of breath . If reasoning fails, then action is the only option!" the woman in red sighed. The division commander issued the order
: "This exercise is considered combat! Destroy these three scoundrels! I'll reward you handsomely!" The girl turned
her head away, leaving no room for maneuver. Only the 239th Division could be pacified. The other two heroes drew their weapons from behind.
Waves rose on the sandy plain, swirling crimson currents.

The handsome man on the right was named Li Yinglong. He was 1.85 meters tall. He wielded the "Moonlit Wave-Reflecting Blade
," eight feet long and weighing eighty pounds. Though somewhat heavy, it shone brightly, exuding a powerful and courageous aura. The
valiant man on the left is named Shi Lang. He is 2.42 meters tall. He wields the "Gonggong Pillar-Crushing Hammer," a
club-shaped steel hammer, twelve feet high and weighing 240 jin. When he swings it, it is awe-inspiring
; a roar that seems to bring Xiang Yu back to life! Unstoppable.

The young woman's name is unknown. Her origins are shrouded in mystery. She is said to have a fondness for red and calls herself "Hong Fu Nu" (Red Dust Woman). She is skilled
in disguise , light-footedness, Wudang and Shaolin internal and external martial arts, whips, and various long and short weapons. She is pure and refined,
beautiful enough to shame the moon and flowers, and has many admirers. Her appearance is varied and dazzling. Her fickle heart belongs
to one person: Li Yinglong. The tale of Hong Fu's elopement in the dead of night is reinterpreted and rewritten.

Li Yinglong was originally a top bodyguard in Zhongnanhai, a man of hidden talents, but he faced exclusion and suspicion. Disgusted by the high-ranking official's
wicked behavior, she presented ample evidence and left in anger, becoming a wanted man.
The prestigious sects of Qingcheng, Kongtong, and Emei possessed extraordinary abilities in every way. Hong Fu Nu, also a maidservant in the "inner palace" of a high-ranking official's concubine
, had met Ying Long once before, having once protected the mansion. She fell in love with him at first sight. Hearing of his righteous deeds
, she inquired about his whereabouts on his first night and, without hesitation, immediately offered herself to him, expressing her feelings. Ying Long
initially refused, unable to understand the girl's motives. Hong Fu Nu was resolute, and he was the only one for her. Recognizing her
intelligence , cleverness, and elegant speech, he no longer refused. She escaped without saying goodbye and was also captured.

Both were wanderers in misfortune. Their meeting was filled with the sorrow of fallen petals.

Shi Lang, ambitious from a young age, was strong and powerful, seemingly possessing a heart set on saving the world. A man of extraordinary talent
, possessing profound knowledge and skills, excelling in literature, science, and engineering. His appearance might lead one to mistake him for a rough and careless person
, yet he is meticulous and insightful, surpassing even the delicate and clever Hong Fu. Born into
a prominent family of a large corporation, he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but he was not arrogant about it. Instead, he relied on his own efforts, learning
martial arts from a master. He eventually reached the pinnacle of martial arts, mastering the art of internal and external cultivation, possessing both talent and virtue. Shi Lang
met Ying Long and Hong Fu during their travels. The three had a pleasant conversation and became sworn brothers—Hong Fu being the youngest, the third sister; Ying
Long the second, the second brother; and Shi Lang, without hesitation, becoming the eldest brother. The bonds of fate began to unfold.

"Big brother, your appearance reminds me of a character from a tale," Hong Fu
teased . "Oh? Little sister Hong Fu, tell me about it," he replied gently. "Brother, have you ever
read 'The Tale of the Bearded Swordsman'?" Shi Lang exclaimed. "Yes, yes! I'm just like that '
Beared Swordsman'! Little sister, you're also a 'Red-Robed Woman' with a unique eye!" He glanced at
Ying Long and Red-Robed Woman, then burst into laughter. "Brother! You're the worst!" the girl
protested coquettishly. The Bearded Swordsman laughed heartily.

The three of them traveled the world together, wandering the ends of the earth. When they encountered injustice, they drew their swords to help. They robbed the unjustly wealthy
and helped the destitute in deserted villages. As time passed, a year later, their fame spread. Those who heard of them all gave them
a thumbs and praised them—calling them the modern-day "Three Heroes of the Wind and Dust." Li Ying Long's straightforwardness, Shi Lang's generosity, and Red-Robed Woman's intelligence and charm complemented each other, outlining the unique charm and style
of these three Eastern heroes . Times create heroes. Although the Three Heroes of the Wind and Dust were resented by some high-ranking officials in Zhongnanhai, many within their ranks secretly supported them out of admiration for their chivalrous spirit. This allowed them to travel freely throughout the country without being noticed by the military, police, or militia. There were indeed highly skilled individuals . Their success was also attributed to Hong Fu's unpredictable and extraordinary disguise skills. These three heroes, born into the mortal world, used their swords to help the weak and needy, truly embodying the spirit of chivalry!

Hong Fu, leading the charge, leaped several times, her whip flashing like a shadow, whistling and hissing. Anything struck
shattered and destroyed—heads, vehicle bodies, heavy armor, light and heavy machine guns—all rendered useless.
Her final target was Wang Bingzhi, the big boss, comfortably positioned in the rear. Her graceful figure flashed, a ghostly
figure suddenly appearing in broad daylight, terrifying even the most timid soldiers. Another whip strike, and a Russian-made Ubek-class tank was ripped open
, its soldiers inside riddled with wounds. There was no time to dodge, no
time . Yet no one escaped. "Flying Rainbows!" Blood dripped, obscuring the sky, irrigating the soil.

Yinglong and Shilang roared, "You dog, leave your lives behind!" They charged forward. The "Moon
Reflecting Waves Blade" was unsheathed, "The 'Washing Flowers Sword Style'—'One Pole Settles the River Heart'!" Li Yinglong shouted
the move's name. The pole extended, propelling the blade. The tip pierced the hood of a leading jeep, penetrating it completely! Ripples surged in the river
—no, a roaring torrent! Yinglong's power, centered on the point of penetration,
released wave-like energy in all directions. In an instant, vehicles, trailers, and combat personnel within a two-hundred-meter radius
were swept into the whirlpool, all perishing. After over a hundred explosions, one-tenth of the soldiers were gone. He immediately raised his blade
and fought again, each swing inflicting heavy casualties. With the stride of a tiger and the gaze of a dragon, who could rival him?

Hu Zhi Shilang was no ordinary man. He repeatedly swung his "Gonggong Pillar-Crushing Hammer," holding his breath and concentrating intently
, unleashing his destructive prowess. "Lei Zhenzi's Golden Hammer—Wu Gang Chopping the Laurel Tree!"
With a single strike, several military trucks filled with soldiers, along with their occupants, were reduced to the rubble of
the Epang Palace , a sight too painful to behold. A burly, strong man grabbed a hammer and slammed it
down onto the ground with tremendous force, shouting, "Earth Dragon Burrows into the Earth!" The hammer struck, and the ground cracked open, spewing forth dragons and pythons.
Pedestrians and vehicles tumbled, some falling into the ravine, others suffering visceral ruptures and blood staining their silver spears. Cries of agony
filled the air, yet death was not immediately extinguished, sparing them from prolonged suffering.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, Commander-in-Chief Wang shouted, "Retreat! Retreat!" Miao Jiao's voice cried out
, "Traitors! Where do you think you're going!" Hong Fu arrived with deadly force. Soon after, Li Yinglong and Shi Lang also stood before
Wang Bingzhi 's carriage. The driver trembled violently, foamed at the mouth, and wept bitterly, ceasing all breathing.
He had died of fright. A pair of bodyguards beside the commander, eager to protect their master, colluded with him. They raised
their pistols for self-defense, but a flash of red light shattered their hands, and they screamed in agony! Rolling. Hong Fu,
sharp-eyed and quick-handed , launched a brilliant attack.

Shi Lang's face was ashen. "The people of Lanzhou have been skinned alive by
you
, Wang Bingzhi! So many children are starving and emaciated. You, on the other hand, are greedy and lustful, debauched! You're like a snake trying to swallow an elephant, insatiable!" Commander Wang sneered, "What business is it of yours if I play with underage girls and other men's wives
? You don't want to make money? You're feeding others while you're starving yourself. I won't do such a frivolous thing
! Life is just a game, enjoyment comes first!"

"Enjoyment? Several young girls' innocent bodies have been ruined by your rotten rod!" the bearded
man said indignantly. "Brother, arguing is useless. Let's do justice to Heaven and get rid of them," Ying Long
said. Hong Fu bowed her head shyly in agreement, "If a scourge isn't eliminated,
it will leave a stain for eternity. A bad example for the people, it'll only bring shame upon the world!" Wang Bingzhi's swollen face dripped with sweat, "Hero, spare my life! You have
money , you only want to buy my life. Please don't..."

Li Yinglong raised his arm horizontally, then slashed it diagonally to the left. 'Diao Chan Painting Eyebrows'. No more, no less
, the heads of Commander Wang and his two guards were severed at the same level, their still-trembling thighs receiving the cut. Shouts
? No. Silence. The frozen faces were lifelike, serene. Unexpected. "
Second brother, you're too merciful. These scum should suffer more." "No need. Eldest brother
. Their reincarnation as livestock, their trials by fire and boiling oil, are far more effective than my blade."

Hong Fu retrieved the ostentatious ornaments from Wang Bingzhi's body. "A Rolex red diamond watch, a ten-
carat diamond men's ring, a pure gold necklace... the black market price is around five or six hundred thousand RMB
!" The girl playfully stuck out her tongue. "Third sister, take these things and pawn them. Let's help some
orphaned and innocent old people and children," Shilang sighed. The rich feast while the poor starve.
The economy is booming, but tension remains.

Smoke billows. The war clouds recede. Scrap metal and broken limbs stand in stark silence. The elite of the 239th Division are all dead
; not a single soldier survived. Exactly ten minutes. The three men achieved their goal. The three heroes turned sharply,
forming a single file, and marched towards Lanzhou. They moved with incredible speed. Dust billowed...

A military report arrived at the Northwest Command. The commander held the telegram, his voice trembling. "The 'Three Heroes of the Dust'
... you have annihilated an entire division of our forces." Even if Wang Bingzhi is incompetent and foolish, he should still be
court- . The actions of these three were far too ruthless… He overlooked one point—the former
commander of the 239th Division's actions were so egregious that no one dared to report them, he shielded his subordinates with all his might, and he controlled everything. How could the people's resentment be appeased? The hatred
was overwhelming. The three heroes subdued his evil and took his head as a "sacrifice"—wasn't that against the will of Heaven?

After much painful reflection, fearing implicated imprisonment, the commander decided to report the information to higher authorities. He would distort and
misinterpret it, confuse the public, and use the power of his superiors to kill someone else. Heaven hears what the people hear, Heaven sees what
the people see. He was willing to risk the crime of lying, rather than let the truth be revealed.

Lanzhou City, East and West Districts. A dilapidated house. A widow, over seventy years old, lived alone. Her children and grandchildren had abandoned her
, leaving her desolate in her later years. Her wrinkled, yellowed face and squinted eyes sat forlornly before the setting
sun . A young woman in red approached and stopped. She held a steaming paper package in her hands, her beautiful face adorned with
a sweet smile. She offered it to Old Madam Yang, saying, "Old Madam Yang, you must be hungry. This is 'Old Dong's'
big meat bun, tender, fragrant, and piping hot, just out of the bamboo steamer. Eat up! Hmm?"

Two other people also approached. "Miss Hong, Mr. Li, Mr. [Name], you three have come to visit
me ? These past few weeks, I've relied on your help to get by. I'm so grateful!"
The old woman was overcome with grief and began to sob. Hongfu stepped forward and embraced Old Madam Yang's frail body, saying, "
Old Madam , don't cry! You can treat us as your grandchildren! As long as we are
able, we will take good care of you."

Yinglong and Shilang gently stroked Old Madam Yang's weak shoulders. "Your children and grandchildren are unworthy! Madam
, Shilang will find those good-for-nothing descendants for you! So you can enjoy your old age in peace,"
said the burly man with the beard. 'Jade-Faced Dragon' Li Yinglong nodded, "Madam, the three of us will be
leaving Lanzhou for a while in two days, and we're afraid we won't be able to visit you morning and evening anymore." Madam Yang sighed, "We've only
known you all for a short time, and the three of you are already leaving this old woman?"

Red Peony Blossoms in Full Bloom, Smiling Oriole Sings: "Grandma, we've always been wandering around..."
"When China is at peace, we will surely reunite with you, Grandma." With that, she opened
the paper bag , took out a plump white bun, tore off a small piece, and fed it to the old woman herself.
After Grandma Yang chewed and swallowed, she continued, "It's so rare to have three such considerate children, but fate has been
cruel ; I don't have that kind of blessing!"

Yinglong smiled slightly, "Grandma, you don't need to worry about that. We've entrusted your
neighbors . They all sympathize with your situation but are powerless to assist you. However, we have some money lent to
Mr. Wang next door; they are very hospitable. This money will not only ensure your basic needs are met but also
serve as a token of our gratitude those kind-hearted people. Everyone's life is difficult, so this is a small contribution. It's a small expression
of our concern for you, Grandma."

The young woman patiently and lovingly fed the old woman. Grandma Yang felt slightly relieved. "Ah, the 'Three Heroes
of the Wind and Dust ' truly live up to their reputation! Those high-ranking officials disregard the people's will and keep causing you trouble
! Really..." The three heroes modestly declined. "Grandma, you flatter us. Wandering the world, eliminating evil and upholding justice,
is the way of the righteous. We are merely acting as your agents in your silent advocacy," Shi Lang replied. Grandma Yang
laughed heartily upon hearing this. A chivalrous spirit with a tender heart, a sharp sword with a compassionate soul.

"Grandma, let me help you inside. You should take a bath. Let me help you." The girl in red
finished her escort. Hong Fu gestured to the two men, her charming smile captivating, her demeanor exquisite. "Then I'll go
in and shower first, I'll be right back. Mr. Li, Mr. [Name], please wait a moment!"
They agreed. They stood waiting. They saw the figure inside. Disappearing into the darkness.

The girl lit a lamp. The light shone through, igniting warmth. "Yinglong." "Brother, please
speak freely." "What do you think of Third Sister?" "Excellent. She has the bearing of an empress, gentle
, delicate, beautiful, and tolerant. In a society that 'looks at money,' she is a rare gem
." "Third Sister disregards ethics and morality, willingly giving herself to you. Her kindness to you, Second Brother, is
immense. But you are like a green onion, a daffodil that never blooms... Are you feigning ignorance or running away?"

"Brother, please don't question me yet. Yinglong understands that you've fallen for Hongfu."
Shilang smiled, "You don't need to worry about that, I have my own thoughts. Second brother, don't try to change the subject
. When your brother asks you a question, will you answer or not? Just say it." Yu Mianlong thought for a moment
, then pondered, "Hongfu is a woman of extraordinary talent. She was born extraordinary, her arrival was also extraordinary, and her beauty and wisdom
are even more rare. I am not heartless, how could I not know her feelings? They are not a perfect match.
A tiger fallen on hard times in Pingyang, how can it be matched with a phoenix on a branch?"

"It's good that you understand! If you can't make a decision, your brother will stand up for her." The bearded
man seemed to be joking, but his expression was extremely sincere. Yinglong lowered his head and remained silent, sensing something was amiss. The atmosphere felt
unusual. A chivalrous hero roams the desert, unchallenged; but the barrier of love is often difficult to overcome. Love and longing
flowed like tears, yet the truth remained elusive! "What is love in this world? That it makes people willing to die for it!" How true! Calm
on the outside , passionate on the inside, a chivalrous spirit—the threads of love for a beautiful woman could not be severed. Difficult to unravel.

Like a dodder vine accompanying a vine. Hong Fu sought her ideal lover, and by chance found Li Yinglong. The young woman dared to express
her affections, but Yinglong, with his "retro" thinking, couldn't keep up with the relentless march of time. Love obtained too easily
through a thin veil made one doubt its authenticity and preciousness. Change is constant, and that is
the only constant. She wished for their long life together, to forever reside by his side, day and night.

At 6:30 PM. The group left the old woman's humble abode. "Brother,
where shall we go now?" the girl murmured sweetly. "Little sister, it's Beijing. Reliable sources indicate that
some leaders in Gaofeng are extremely uneasy and anxious because of the existence of the three of us. Therefore, they have sent several martial arts
experts and people with special abilities to capture us. They claim that they will search the entire country and find
our whereabouts. Since we can't escape, we might as well face them head-on; that would be more straightforward." Shilang
's tone was straightforward and upright.

Yinglong said gently, "Many compatriots privately support the three of us. I am not afraid of those
petty people who are accomplices to evil. I did not want to return to Beijing, but things have come to this. The trip to Longtan is ultimately
unavoidable ." Hongfu cried sweetly, "What Second Brother said is exactly what I was thinking! Brother Yinglong is willing to take risks
and face difficulties, so I cannot fall behind! I am determined to stand with Big Brother and Second Brother!" The three heroes
raised their arms at the same time, crossed them, and swore an oath together, "We do not ask to be born on the same day of the same month, but we wish to share the same fate. Let us eliminate
the evils of the mortal world and create blessings for generations to come."

They returned to the inn. Each went to wash and wash, enjoying their privacy. Around ten o'clock,
there was a knock on Li Yinglong's door. Not loud, to avoid attracting attention. "Knock, knock, knock..." He answered softly, "
Who is it?" "Second Brother, it's me..." came a sweet, charming voice. No need to guess, it was Hong Fu Nu.
He opened the door and invited the girl in, Hong Fu Nu locking the door herself. "Please sit. Third Sister, it's late,
haven't you gone to bed yet?" She sat lightly on the edge of the bed .

The woman smiled sweetly, "Brother Yinglong... I think of you morning and night... how can I sleep peacefully?
" She became flirtatious, a stark contrast to her self-restraint and modesty during the day. "Little sister, you always
like to tease your second brother. What's so great about me that makes you, a peerless beauty, so admire
me?" Red-faced and rosy-cheeked, she said, "Who dares to speak ill of Brother Yinglong? Who can ignore Brother Yinglong's
talent and handsome appearance? If anyone is rude, I'll give them a good whipping!"

Jade-faced Dragon laughed heartily. The girl's sharp tongue was undeniable!
He was well aware of her deep affection, the infatuation in her eyes, and the respect in her words. She was like a misty flower, her
beauty unfathomable. For a year, countless princes and nobles had fallen at her feet. She ignored them, remained silent,
hiding behind Yinglong, only knowing shyness. Don't say it wasn't intoxicating; the budding of love blossomed into a red flower.

"I'm serious!" the girl said coquettishly. He couldn't avoid the question any longer.
"Ever since I first met you, Brother Yinglong, I've been unable to forget you. What a hero you are
! Yet you have no capable female companion? Your resolve is so resolute, which is why I made that impromptu visit before the New Year
." Her tone was full of admiration and appreciation for talent. Li Yinglong smiled faintly. Every word Hong Fu Nu spoke
was true . If it weren't for her appearance, he might still be adrift in a foreign land, lost in the vast sea of migrants.

Initially, Yinglong was full of resentment and lamented his misfortune, spending his days drinking to drown his sorrows. When Hong Fu Nu
visited that evening, he was carrying a bottle of Chen Shao wine. She snatched it from him, feigning anguish: "Mr. Li, I
thought you were a hero among men, and I came specifically to find you. I never imagined you would
drown . Is that all? Will you live a life of regret?" He mumbled incoherently, still quite drunk.
"I've lost all purpose in life, what's the point of living? I might as well lie drunk in the street, that would be worthwhile!"
The girl slapped him angrily. "Nonsense! Du Kang (a type of Chinese liquor) is for enjoyment, not for degrading oneself!
Mr. Li , if you continue down this path, you'll not only ruin your own future, but also be a loss to all the Chinese people!"

A simple blow, a sudden awakening. Long-suppressed emotions
finally surfaced, tears streaming down his face. Li Yinglong embraced Hong Fu, bursting into tears... The "Jade-Faced Dragon," now sober, re-examined the newcomer—
a stunningly beautiful woman, a classical beauty whose beauty was the envy of heaven and earth. "Miss, I am deeply grateful for your sharp rebuke
. May I ask your name? I will repay you with a gift of grass and a jade pendant in the future." The girl recited:
"My name is 'Hong Fu,' please guide me." Her beauty surpassed even that of a rose, and Yinglong couldn't help but yearn
for her.

"Second Brother. You said you'd 'hold grass in your mouth and tie it into a ring,' what about now?" The girl blinked her beautiful eyes
, her gaze sparkling. "Of course! Third Sister, you've been kind and righteous to me, I dare not forget
." He continued to feign ignorance. "Just kindness and righteousness? Brother Yinglong." Hongfu pressed, quick-witted
and perceptive. "Um... um..." Yinglong stammered. The girl jumped up and slid to his shoulder, "
I don't want anything, I just hope you'll love me well."

A pent-up longing. Understanding, sharing hardships. That's enough. Moved by the beauty's unwavering devotion,
Li Yinglong had no other thoughts. "Hongfu, I... I will cherish you with all my heart...
" he said with difficulty. He wasn't a smooth-talking lecher, the girl knew that perfectly well. Reassured.
"Really? Brother Yinglong? You mean..." Overjoyed, she feared she was dreaming. "Yes! Little
Hongfu, let me accompany you for a lifetime, without regrets."

The beautiful girl's surging emotions burst forth. She embraced her beloved, crying and laughing at the same time, "
Brother Yinglong ... my Brother Yinglong! I've waited a year, and finally I've received a satisfactory answer..."
Her sobs were almost incoherent. Shiro, who was standing quietly outside the door, wiped away tears from his eyes. He nodded and
returned to his room without a sound. His heart's desire was fulfilled.

"Alright! Brother Yinglong, come and prove the depth of your love for me." Hongfu let go
, her face flushed. "Oh? Okay! Little sister, what do you want..." He was confused and waiting to understand. The girl said shyly
, "I am still a virgin and have never been with anyone, and I want to share this with you." "Huh?" Yinglong
swallowed back the surprise that was about to escape his lips. "It's about giving up your virginity! Brother Yinglong... don't you like it?
" The girl looked slightly disappointed.

"No, no! It's just that you're unmarried, so why would you do this..." "Brother Yinglong, you live in
the modern world, yet your thinking is still so feudal and conservative," Hong Fuxin sarcastically remarked. "Matters between men and women are
simply a matter of mutual consent. As long as it doesn't violate morality and conscience, even God has no right to interfere. Brother Yinglong, you still... "

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