【The Reflection of the Sword's Ridge】62

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Author: firstwarrior 　　Published:
2016/6/13 　　Chapter 62: Long-Awaited Reunion and Lingering Affection Are Inevitable 　　Facing Natsuki Hideo's katana, Miyamoto Emi calmly raised the tree branch in her hand to defend herself. 　　Compared to the katana, her branch was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; just as it was about to be cut to pieces, 　　a miracle occurred. The branch suddenly became as soft as cotton, and the katana not only failed to cut it but was instead 　　entangled by it. 　　Natsuki Hideo's expression changed, and he continued his downward strike, but the soft force from the branch pulled 　　the katana away, causing it to lose its aim and merely brush past Miyamoto Emi without harming her. 　　Watching the fight from the thatched hut, Yan Feiyun was overjoyed. "Yingmei's move 　　is completely opposite to her previous fierce and aggressive style. It's clear that her martial arts have reached a new level!" 　　Xia Mu Xiufu, having failed in his first strike, immediately changed his move, switching his katana from a head-on slash to a waist-cutting strike. He tried desperately 　　to break free from the branch, but it seemed to be one with the blade, 　　sticking to it no matter how hard he tried. Miyamoto Ying let him swing his sword until the blade was almost at her waist, then she channeled her inner strength. 　　In a flash, leaves shot out from the branch; two flew towards Xia Mu Xiufu's eyes, 　　while two others attacked his chest and waist acupoints. 　　Xia Mu Xiufu was shocked, not expecting Miyamoto Ying's inner strength to be so profound, capable of injuring someone with flying leaves 　　. From the gust of wind stirred up by the leaves, he knew that if he were hit, he would surely be blinded; even being 　　struck by just two more leaves would likely leave him severely injured. Weighing the risks, he finally drew his sword to save himself. But at that moment, 　　a tremendous force surged from the branch entwined around his katana, rendering him immobile. 　　In this life-or-death moment, Natsuki Hideo made a resolute decision, releasing his grip on the branch and retreating, thus narrowly 　　escaping death. 　　Miyamoto Akira didn't pursue him further, simply allowing Natsuki Hideo to retreat. She channeled her inner energy, and the katana broke free from 　　the branch's grasp, falling to the ground with a series of loud thuds. 　　Natsuki Hideo stared blankly as his weapon fell to 　　the ground like a useless object; his ambition, too, plummeted with the sword. He had trained diligently for years, hoping to avenge his sect, but Miyamoto Akira, without even using her sword, 　　had utterly defeated him in just a few moves with only a branch. How could he bear this? 　　Natsuki Hideo gave a bitter smile. "Miyamoto Ying, just kill me!" 　　Miyamoto Ying shook her head. "The battle is over. Why should I take your life? Go!" 　　Natsuki Hideo stared at her and said, "If you let me go, aren't you worried I'll report your whereabouts to the Emperor?" 　　Miyamoto Ying shook her head indifferently. "I don't offend others unless they offend me. Tiger Earth, one of the Five Arts Masters, lives 　　not far from here. If you want to inform them, go ahead!" 　　Natsuki Hideo carefully looked Miyamoto Ying up and down before sighing. "What a Miyamoto 　　Ying... Natsuki takes his leave." 　　He didn't even pick up his weapon, nodded to Miyamoto Ying, and turned to leave. Miyamoto Ying silently watched 　　him leave, until his figure disappeared into the darkness, then turned to the small thatched hut and whispered, "Come out!" 　　Yan Feiyun knew she had already sensed someone was inside, so he slowly pushed open the door and stepped out. 　　"Ying-mei, it's me." 　　Miyamoto Ying stared at Yan Feiyun for a long while before realizing, as if from a dream, that the person in front of her was indeed 　　her brother Feiyun, whom she thought had long since perished at sea. Overjoyed, she immediately rushed towards Yan Feiyun. Yan Feiyun also opened 　　his arms to welcome her, and the two embraced tightly. 　　After a long while, they separated. 　　Miyamoto Ying looked at Yan Feiyun and said softly, "I thought you and Hong had both been murdered..." 　　Yan Feiyun said gently, "Hong and I have been looking for you for so long..." 　　Miyamoto Ying suddenly asked, "What about Hong? Where is she?" 　　Yan Feiyun immediately told Miyamoto Ying everything that had happened over the past few months. After he finished speaking, it was 　　his turn to ask Miyamoto Ying, "Ying-mei, how come you happen to live near the Five Arts People's lair?" 　　Miyamoto Ying slowly recounted what had happened, "I offended the Emperor, and I know he will not let it go easily. The Five Arts 　　People are his personal assassins, and he will probably send these five people to deal with me. So I deliberately hid 　　near the hiding place of Tiger Earth Against Heaven. I figured the Five Arts People wouldn't expect that I..." 　　Yan Feiyun interjected, "Tiger Earth Against Heaven certainly wouldn't expect that the Miyamoto Ying they've been chasing is actually right 　　at their doorstep!" 　　Miyamoto Ying smiled sweetly upon hearing this, truly more beautiful than a flower, captivating Yan Feiyun. After a while, 　　he came to his senses and said to Miyamoto Ying, "Ying, Hongmei's whereabouts are unknown. She's probably already in 　　the hands of Hu Tu Ni Tian and Murong Mei'er. You must go and rescue her quickly!" 　　Miyamoto Ying nodded. "Then, Brother Feiyun, you stay here and heal your wounds. I'll go scout out the enemy's situation and hopefully 　　find out Hongmei's whereabouts." 　　So Miyamoto Ying left alone and went to the grove where Hu Tu Ni Tian was hiding. Miyamoto Ying 　　had been hiding in this area for some time and had basically figured out Hu Tu Ni Tian's lair. 　　She knew the location of his underground palace and that his group of subordinates lived in several bamboo houses on the surface. With her superb lightness skill 　　, she silently sneaked into the outside of one of the bamboo houses and carefully listened to the conversation inside. 　　"I never expected those two to be so powerful today! They killed so many of us!" 　　"Sigh, honestly, we're lucky we even survived! Look 　　at Scarface Rat, he underestimated us and got kicked to death by that woman, his intestines were even pulled out! 　　What a gruesome death!" 　　"That woman? It must be Rainbow..." Hearing the samurai mention Sakuragi Rainbow, Miyamoto Ying 　　immediately perked up and started eavesdropping. 　　"No matter how powerful that woman was, in the end she was afraid of our Tiger Earth boss and jumped off the waterfall herself, did 　　n't she?" 　　"Honestly, that woman was really pretty! It's a real shame she died!"

"That waterfall is a hundred feet high. Even Tiger Earth himself didn't dare jump down. That woman's chances of survival are slim!"
Hearing this, Miyamoto Ying felt a sharp pain in her heart. She had been to that waterfall before, and it was indeed as those samurai
said—the chances of surviving a jump from that height were truly slim. Before this, she had always thought that Sakuragi Niji had
perished with Yan Feiyun. Tonight, she had received the unexpected good news that Sakuragi Niji was still alive, but
less than an hour later, she learned that her beloved had been forced to jump off the waterfall by Tiger Earth's rebellious spirit, his fate unknown. She was
filled with remorse and regret, regretting why she hadn't discovered Yan Feiyun and Sakuragi Niji's presence nearby sooner, and hating Tiger Earth's
rebellious spirit for preventing her and Sakuragi Niji from reuniting.
"Tiger Earth's rebellious spirit, I won't let you get away with this!" Miyamoto Ying secretly vowed, but having experienced countless hardships, she
was much more composed and did not rush in to start a massacre. "I must hurry to that waterfall and see
if I can find Rainbow..."
She used her light-footed skill to rush to the waterfall at top speed. In the darkness, she could only see water continuously falling into a pool
, but there was no sign of Sakuragi Rainbow.
Miyamoto Ying took a deep breath. "As long as Rainbow's body hasn't been found, she might still be alive...
I mustn't lose heart and panic. The only thing to do now is to go back and heal Brother Feiyun's injuries,
and then go and catch Hu Tu Ni Tian and Murong Mei'er off guard tomorrow morning!"
After she made up her mind, she resolutely left. After all, being heartbroken would not help; only action could bring results
, and what she desperately wanted right now was the pleasure of revenge.
But she stopped after only a few steps. The reason was simple: she realized that in the dead of night
, she wasn't alone on the grass in front of the waterfall. She walked slowly northwest,
crossing a meadow before arriving at a stream. An elderly man, almost seventy, sat
on a large rock by the stream, sipping tea.
The rock was indeed large; even after the old man sat down completely, there was still room for her to place her
tea set. He showed no surprise at Miyamoto Ying's arrival, simply continuing to enjoy his tea. He held the teacup
to his nose, inhaling the aroma with a smile before taking a small sip. Time had etched countless lines on his face
, crisscrossing his long, rectangular features. Although he had no beard, his eyebrows were as white as snow.
Miyamoto Ying knew this man was no ordinary person, so she bowed respectfully to him, "Greetings, sir!"
The old man shook his head slightly, "I'm not well."
Miyamoto Ying continued, "Sir, enjoying tea under the moon, carefree and alone, what's wrong with that?"
The old man lowered his head, took a sip of tea, and then slowly said, "It was good before, but
it's not good since you came."
Miyamoto Ying thought to herself that this man had also come for her. "I'd like to hear the details."
The old man turned and glanced at her, "Tea is originally a light and pure thing. Your murderous aura is strong, and your arrival has polluted
the tea's quality."
Miyamoto Ying said calmly, "Since it's my fault, then it's simple. I'll leave now and won't bother
you any longer, sir."
The old man shook his head slightly again, "Since you're here, make the best of it. Why rush to leave? Have a cup of tea with me first!"
He flicked his right hand, and another teacup flew towards Miyamoto Ying. Unlike ordinary hidden weapons, the teacup
didn't fly at high speed, but rather moved at a slow pace. Upon seeing this, Miyamoto Ying's pretty face immediately turned serious.
She was a master of martial arts, knowing that a slow but unchanging trajectory was many times more difficult than launching a hidden weapon at high speed. She wanted
to catch it, but suddenly she couldn't predict the teacup's trajectory and couldn't make a move.
Even stranger, the teacup suddenly stopped about three feet away from Miyamoto Ying, floating uncertainly in mid-air
. Miyamoto Ying felt a chill run down her spine, knowing that this unassuming old man was actually a peerless martial artist; in terms of internal strength
, he was definitely the best she had ever encountered. Even so, she wasn't afraid at all, because in
a battle between masters, victory wasn't solely determined by internal strength or sword techniques, but also by strategy and a person's fighting spirit
, etc. It wasn't simply a matter of having high internal strength to guarantee victory.
The teacup remained unmoved, and so did Miyamoto Ying. Each person, cup in hand, seemed frozen, awaiting
the other's next move. On the surface, it appeared a stalemate, but Miyamoto Ying knew in her heart that while she stood
motionless, the old man was remotely controlling the teacup with profound inner strength—the difficulty of which was self-evident.
The old man slowly spoke, "The tea is before you, why not drink it?"
Miyamoto Ying closed her eyes, detaching herself from everything around her. Several
people who had been deeply buried in her heart—Yan Feiyun, Sakuragi Niji, Du Yanzhi, Murong Xue, and others—faded from her mind in that instant. She slowly reached
out and effortlessly caught the teacup.
Although the old man remained calm, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Miyamoto Ying took a small sip of the teacup, finding it sweet but not cloying—truly excellent
tea. "Thank you for the tea, sir."
She drank one sip and then stopped, flicking her jade-like finger, and the teacup returned to its rightful owner, flying back to the old man. The old man
calmly accepted the teacup and extended an invitation to Miyamoto Ying, "It's a rare opportunity to meet you all. Why not sit down and have
a detailed discussion?"
Miyamoto Ying shook her head, turned, and left, "I must apologize, I have urgent business to attend to and cannot accompany you for tea. I must take my leave now!"
The old man chuckled, "In that case, I won't force you! You'll have a detailed discussion with me someday anyway
, no rush."
Miyamoto Ying could sense the hidden meaning in his words, but she didn't want to create any unnecessary complications at this moment, so she simply replied,
"Then let's have a long talk when that day comes!"
The old man didn't mince words, simply replying, "Alright!"
As Miyamoto Ying left, she remained on guard, wary of a sudden attack from the old man, but even after she was far away,
the old man remained seated on the stone, simply watching her depart with a smile.
Miyamoto Ying dared not waste any more time and rushed back to the small hut as soon as she left. By then, Yan Feiyun had already
bandaged his wounds and circulated his true energy forty-nine times, regaining most of his usual vitality. As soon as he
saw Miyamoto Ying's expression, he knew something was wrong, and sure enough, the news Miyamoto Ying reported to him was bad.
After pondering for a moment, Yan Feiyun said, "Hongmei is resourceful and intelligent. We can't assume she's
perished until we find her. Hu Tu Ni Tian and Murong Mei'er's plan is to use Hongmei and me to lure you, Yingmei, into
their trap. They think I'm injured, you're missing, and they themselves have suffered heavy casualties, so they
'll definitely need to recuperate first. Let's take a swift approach and launch a surprise attack on the Five Arts People first thing tomorrow morning!"
Gong Benying nodded, "That's what I was thinking too."
Yan Feiyun gazed at Gong Benying, "My external injuries aren't too serious, but I need your help with my internal injuries, Yingmei
."
Gong Benying said, "Brother Feiyun, you must be hungry too. Let me prepare some food so I can
heal you after you've eaten."
So she let Yan Feiyun continue his healing while she went to prepare some food. She lived in
the woods, so her food was naturally sourced locally, consisting of wild rabbits and mushrooms. Yan Feiyun, having been hungry all
day, ate with great relish. Full and refreshed, he felt much better.
After their meal and a short rest, Miyamoto Ying began to heal Yan Feiyun's injuries using her inner energy. Yan
Feiyun removed his robe and sat facing her in meditation. Miyamoto Ying placed her jade-like palms on Yan Feiyun's chest, and Yan
Feiyun reciprocated by placing his large hands on hers. Their relationship was extraordinary, so there were no
taboos between men and women; they directly transferred their inner energy into each other's bodies.
After an unknown amount of time, Yan Feiyun's inner energy was finally restored, merging with the energy Miyamoto Ying had infused, and
his injuries had greatly improved. He had been completely focused on healing, and now, with a sense of relief, he was surprised to find
that Miyamoto Ying's breasts had hardened. He opened his eyes and saw
a blush spreading across Miyamoto Ying's face, making his heart pound.
"Brother Feiyun..." Miyamoto Ying's soft call made him even more unable to control himself. He couldn't help but reach out and open her
robe, revealing her small but firm breasts.
The two gazed at each other, both unable to restrain themselves. Yan Feiyun stepped forward and kissed Miyamoto Ying's lips. Before
long, they were lying on the ground in each other's arms. Their four hands explored each other's bodies. At
first, they focused on each other's chests, but later, their hands gradually moved to each other's lower bodies.
Yan Feiyun felt his dragon root tighten, and his huge member was already in Miyamoto Ying's hand. He had missed Miyamoto Ying for a long time,
and after experiencing many hardships, he was finally able to reunite with her. Coupled with her provocation, his dragon immediately became erect.
He also explored Miyamoto Ying's body with abandon until he felt his fingers were wet.
Both were now completely naked, their robes long since discarded. Yan Feiyun, seeing
Miyamoto Ying's translucent body again, could no longer contain his passion. He pressed himself against her, kissing
her tender breasts with unwavering passion. With his efforts, Miyamoto Ying soon let out a series of unbearable moans, as if
urging him to go further.
In truth, Yan Feiyun himself could no longer restrain himself, wanting to quickly merge with Miyamoto Ying. So he
parted her legs and, using his head as the vanguard, thrust forward. With a passionate cry from Miyamoto Ying,
the two, separated for so long, finally became one.
Upon entering Miyamoto Ying's body, Yan Feiyun found her as tight as ever, his body gripped tightly, a sensation he greatly enjoyed,
causing him to move involuntarily. His movement brought Miyamoto Ying unparalleled pleasure, her eyes glazed as she let out
a series of moans. Seeing the peerless swordswoman beneath him, receiving his massive member, Yan Feiyun intensified
his efforts, wanting to bring her to the peak of ecstasy as soon as possible.
Their bodies collided incessantly, and coupled with Miyamoto Ying's shameful moans, the scene was even more breathtaking in the quiet night
, making even the moon hide behind the clouds in embarrassment.
In the heat of passion, Yan Feiyun simply lifted Miyamoto Ying's jade-like legs onto his shoulders, thrusting into her with wide, sweeping strokes
. Beads of fragrant sweat began to appear on Miyamoto Ying's forehead and delicate body, glistening in the dim light
, making Yan Feiyun's eyes widen, and even his movements slowed.
Miyamoto Ying naturally noticed her lover's change in mood. Between breaths, she softly asked, "Brother Feiyun,
what's wrong...?"
Yan Feiyun gazed at her affectionately, saying, "Yingmei, I like you very much..."
Hearing his sincere confession, Miyamoto Ying's already flushed face turned even redder. "Brother,
I like you very much too... God bless us to find Hong. From now on, we'll live a secluded life, far
from trouble, and retire from the martial world..."
Yan Feiyun thrust forward, his dragon head immediately penetrating deeply, relentlessly striking Miyamoto Ying's flower core. "Then you
and Hongmei can have a few more children, and our family will live happily ever after!"
"Ah... Brother Feiyun..." Under Yan Feiyun's fierce onslaught, even with her unparalleled martial arts skills, Miyamoto Ying
could only plead softly for mercy.
Looking at her charming expression, how could Yan Feiyun control himself? Under his relentless thrusting, Miyamoto Ying's cries
grew louder and louder, and the two drew ever closer to ecstasy. Finally, after Yan Feiyun let out a tiger's roar,
they both reached their climax. Miyamoto Ying felt a warm current filling her body, and her body convulsed for a while before
calming down.
After resting on the floor for a while, they were ready to move again. Miyamoto Ying reached out her delicate hand and grasped
his member, gently caressing it. Although Yan Feiyun had only released once, under Miyamoto Ying's caresses, he quickly
rose again, his member rising in her hand.
So the two went wild again, Yan Feiyun attacking Miyamoto Ying from behind, a series of thrusts taking her to
a new peak.
Both cherished this night of reunion, doing their best to please each other until their passion surged once more
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