Ten Years of Lone Sword and Vast Sea Alliance [Complete] - 20

Chapter Twenty: The Iron-Fingered Pipa, Indestructible Vajra, and the Vanished Two Children of Huanbi Manor

. The Divine Nun of Yanshan heard the voices in the shadows; it was the accent of You Sigu, the Iron-Fingered Pipa player. She was greatly surprised, and even Bi Xiaolan, the Shadowless Palm Master, was startled. A figure flashed in the wind, and a person drifted down. In the firelight, it was none other than You Sigu, the Iron-Fingered Pipa player, who had returned from the dead. Holding her iron pipa, she gazed at the three elders of Kuocang, their bodies lying in disarray under the snow, seemingly still seething with resentment, almost spitting fire.

The Divine Nun of Yanshan asked in surprise, "Sigu, you…"

You Sigu called out, "Abbot." She then whispered to the Divine Nun of Yanshan what had happened on Thousand Pine Cliff. The Divine Nun of Yanshan's face lit up with joy, and she nodded repeatedly.

After a long pause, the Divine Nun of Yanshan turned to Bi Xiaolan and said, "Benefactor Bi, between us..."

Bi Xiaolan, the Shadowless Palm, sighed sadly and said, "Only today have I realized that 'there are heavens beyond heavens, and people above people.' There's no need to dwell on the past.

I intend to take my leave now." Seeing that Bi Xiaolan was about to leave, the Divine Nun of Yanshan said, "It's rare that Benefactor Bi has come to this understanding. It's getting late, why not rest for the night and leave tomorrow morning?" Bi Xiaolan nodded in agreement.

The pine resin torch was nearing its end, the flame no longer as bright as before, and the crackling sound was mixed with the rustling of snow water seeping into it. A howling wind swept up swirling snowflakes, the cold biting to the bone. The Divine Nun of Yanshan looked at Bi Xiaolan and You Sigu and whispered, "Let's go back to the nunnery." Bi Xiaolan and the Divine Nun of Yanshan flew away simultaneously, while the Iron-Finger Pipa You Sigu darted to the other side. The top

of Thousand Pine Cliff was utterly tranquil, the faint sparks flickering on the verge of extinction. In the last small room of Zhizhi Nunnery sat Iron-Finger Pipa You Sigu, Ling Yushuang, and Ni Wanlan. Ling Yushuang, dressed in white, appeared ethereal and otherworldly, her beauty captivating and her every movement and smile exuding a tenderness that made one reluctant to harm her.

At this moment, Ni Wanlan asked, "Sigu, you were severely injured by the Three Elders of Kuocang, who saved you? You haven't told us yet! How long are you going to keep us in suspense? It's infuriating!" She pouted.

You Sigu glanced meaningfully at Ni Wanlan, a faint smile appearing on her face, and said, "This old woman doesn't know either. He was dressed in black, his face indistinct, I could only make out a handsome young man with a broad back, a slender waist, and a tall, elegant figure."

Ni Wanlan's heart skipped a beat, and she pressed, "How do you know he's a handsome young man if you haven't even seen his face clearly?" Aunt

You laughed heartily and said, "When I was a wanderer in the martial world, I encountered countless people, some beautiful, some ugly, some handsome. Judging by my estimation, I'm pretty sure it's him

." Ni Wanlan said, "Shameless! How can you say that?"

Aunt You smiled and continued, "After he healed my injuries, he inquired about the feud between the two sides at Qiansong Cliff. Because he disliked Liang Qiuqi's arrogant and unrestrained demeanor, he taught me a mysterious and unpredictable technique, and finally asked a question..." As she spoke, her gaze fell on Ni Wanlan's face, and she smiled slightly, "Do you know what he asked?"

Ni Wanlan snorted and said, "How would I know what he asked?" Though she answered verbally, she was filled with doubt and confusion. Why did You Si Zhan specifically ask her? Could it be him? A look of bewilderment appeared in her starry eyes.

You Si Gu pretended to be mysterious and said, "He asked one last question, 'How is Miss Lan? Please give my regards.' After saying that, he disappeared into the night."

Miss Lan couldn't help but feel anxious and uneasy. "Who exactly is he? Can't you see clearly even when you're so close?"

You Si Gu was still holding the iron pipa, her fingers plucking the steel strings. With a soft thud, she shook her head and said, "Forgive me, but after my serious injury, my eyesight is poor, and I can't see him clearly." Ni

Wanlan stamped her feet in frustration, while Ling Yushuang merely smiled and gazed at her. Filled with suspicion, Ni Wanlan threw herself into You Sigu's arms, pleading softly for her to reveal the identity of the man in black. Just as You Sigu was relentlessly pressuring Lan's mother, the nun Yanshan rushed in. Lan's mother hurriedly stood up.

The nun frowned and said, "Lan'er, go to the Buddhist hall and rest. The elder should go to the quiet room in the east wing to rest." Ni Wanlan pouted and went outside.

Ling Yushuang called out softly, "Master."

The nun Yanshan nodded without speaking. Ni Wanlan had already entered the room. The nun glanced at her and said to You Sigu, "Tell Lan's mother. As long as Lan's mother has a home, that's all that matters." After saying that, she turned and left.

Aunt You smiled and said to Ni Wanlan, "Miss Lan, let me tell you the truth. Your beloved Brother Yun has come. I was the one who saved you. Now you understand, right?" Upon hearing this

, Ni Wanlan's heart trembled. A mix of emotions welled up within her, a bittersweet feeling that she couldn't quite grasp—whether it was joy or resentment. She felt numb and stood there speechless. Seeing Ni Wanlan's expression, Aunt You couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She sighed softly and said, "Miss Lan, you should listen to this old woman. Although you are quick-witted, you've suffered from being too sharp-tongued and stubborn. I've been through this before, and I know better than anyone how to handle the entanglements of love between men and women. Most men prefer women who are gentle, virtuous, and docile, like little birds that are endearing. Someone as aggressive and unforgiving as you is bound to intimidate others. Why is Senior Sister Yushuang called the Fairy of the Moon Palace, while you are called the Rakshasa Jade Maiden? You should understand why now." Ni Wanlan seemed to have suffered endless grievances, tears streaming down her cheeks as she sobbed.

Aunt You said, "Don't cry. Your Brother Yun is at the top of Thousand Pine Cliff. If you don't go now, it will be too late." Ling Yushuang urged her on, and Ni Wanlan leaped out of the door and ran off.

Snowflakes fell heavily, and the cold wind howled. Ni Wanlan, her vision blurred with tears, climbed to the top of Thousand Pine Cliff, but all she could see was darkness. Following the direction, she rushed towards the cliff, a wave of sorrow washing over her. Tears streamed down her face, and she choked out, "Brother Yun..." Her lotus feet touched the snow, and suddenly she felt a hand grab her right wrist and pull her away. She couldn't stop herself and found herself in a man's arms.

The night was deep, and the wind and snow made it difficult to see. Ni Wanlan looked up and stared for a moment, but the man's face was indistinct, bearing little resemblance to Xie Yunyue. Filled with shame and doubt, she still asked sadly, "Brother Yun, is it really you?" A

soft sigh escaped her lips, and he said, "Miss Lan, why do you do this? What virtue or ability does Xie Yunyue possess that makes you so infatuated?" As he spoke, a dazzling bluish-green light erupted, illuminating an area of five zhang in radius as if it were daytime.

Ni Wanlan then clearly saw Xie Yunyue, dressed in black, his face transformed, resembling a scholar over forty. He held a jade pendant in his hand, inlaid with a tiny pearl, the bright light emanating from it. Seeing her staring at him blankly, Xie Yunyue smiled slightly, pulling her into a cliffside cave large enough for four or five people. He removed the human skin mask from his face, revealing a handsome face with bright eyes and sword-like eyebrows, as beautiful as jade, and captivating charm.

Ni Wanlan suddenly felt somewhat lost. She gently stroked her cloud-like hair, feeling an indescribable warmth. She buried her face in Xie Yunyue's arms, lost in the moment. At that moment, Ni Wanlan felt as if she were in a warm spring breeze, her broken and cold heart... The coldness in their hearts began to warm again. They remained silent. Outside the cave, a fierce wind howled, chilling gusts of air penetrating and swirling with snowflakes.

But inside, it was warm as spring, the chill driven away by the pearly light. Ni Wanlan toyed with the human skin mask in her hands. After a long silence from Xie Yunyue, she looked up curiously, only to see him staring intently out of the cave, seemingly lost in thought. She gently tugged at it, and Xie Yunyue snapped out of his reverie, smiling. They chatted about the past year, their conversation flowing freely. Her smile, tinged with reproach, and her soft, sweet voice clearly showed that her previous bitterness and sorrow had vanished.

Xie Yunyue lovingly stroked Ni Wanlan's face, saying tenderly, "Lanmei, please forgive your past treatment of me. I was too harsh, and I made you suffer."

Ni Wanlan gazed at her beloved with her large, watery eyes, filled with affection. She took his hand and kissed his palm. Her eyes brimmed with tears, which she tried to hold back, but her voice trembled as she spoke, "Brother Yun, it's because I was so immature before that I made you angry. I hate myself for being so willful. I thought I would never have your love again, I even thought about dying..." At this point, she could no longer stop the tears from flowing.
Xie Yunyue gently helped Ni Wanlan up and held her in his arms. "Lanmei, I was wrong too. I won't make you sad again."

Ni Wanlan opened her hopeful eyes wide, staring unblinkingly at her beloved, and asked, word by word, "Brother Yun, can you accept me?"

"Actually, I've always had Lanmei in my heart," Xie Yunyue replied, staring into Ni Wanlan's eyes.

"My lover?" Ni Wanlan asked nervously.

Xie Yunyue smiled, lowered his head, and clearly whispered in Ni Wanlan's ear, "Yes, as long as you're willing, are you willing, Lanmei?"

Ni Wanlan's tears welled up again, and she repeatedly said, "I'm willing, I'm willing, I'm willing..."

Hearing Ni Wanlan's confession, Xie Yunyue felt a surge of heat throughout his body. Naturally, he placed his left palm on Ni Wanlan's chest—that soft and full place brimming with the life force—letting her twin treasures rise and fall rapidly under his burning hand. His lips pressed against Ni Wanlan's hot lips, and Ni Wanlan responded passionately but awkwardly, letting her lover draw out her virgin tongue and suckle freely.

Ni Wanlan closed her eyes tightly, letting her lover fully enjoy the fruit of love. Ni Wanlan's arms around Xie Yunyue gradually loosened, her body trembling slightly, and she murmured an apology. Xie Yunyue released her, his hand still gently holding hers. Opening his eyes, Xie Yunyue saw Ni Wanlan's bright, sparkling eyes fixed on him, a burning flame within them that made his heart race. She sighed softly, slowly raising her hand to the back of her neck, loosening the knot of her bodice.

Xie Yunyue's mind went blank, his heart pounding as if it would leap from his chest. Ni Wanlan closed her eyes, her hands falling limply, her body seemingly collapsing suddenly. Xie Yunyue quickly helped her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, nestling in her lover's embrace. Xie Yunyue knelt on the ground, laying Ni Wanlan down on the clothes spread out on the floor. She opened her eyes, smiled at Xie Yunyue, her face flushed, and opened her arms wide.

Xie Yunyue leaned down, lying on his side beside Ni Wanlan, his hands trembling slightly, as nervous as a young man experiencing forbidden fruit for the first time. Holding Ni Wanlan's hand, Xie Yunyue's lips landed on the back of her hand, slowly moving up her arm and up her already bare, rounded, smooth, and boneless shoulder. Ni Wanlan smiled but looked at Xie Yunyue with slight nervousness, her left hand stroking his shoulder and hair.

Xie Yunyue kissed Ni Wanlan's temple, his tongue lightly touching her earlobe, while his right hand secretly climbed from her waist to her chest. Ni Wanlan's eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes trembled, her lips were slightly parted, and her body seemed to writhe restlessly, sometimes bending and straightening her bare legs alternately. Xie Yunyue's lips slid to Ni Wanlan's neck, his fingers massaging very lightly and slowly.

Ni Wanlan took a deep breath, her slightly parted lips beginning to tremble uncontrollably. Xie Yunyue buried his face in Ni Wanlan's chest, gently kissing the full, rounded mound. Ni Wanlan made soft moaning sounds, gently pressing Xie Yunyue's head against her flushed chest. Xie Yunyue's manhood was already painfully swollen, but Ni Wanlan's passion resonated with him, filling him with tenderness. He felt that he would gladly give his life to please her.

Xie Yunyue let his tongue gently slide down Ni Wanlan's abdomen, causing ripples wherever it touched. Ni Wanlan gripped Xie Yunyue's hands tightly, her lower abdomen beneath her undergarments tightening and relaxing intermittently, her heavy breathing clearly audible. Xie Yunyue freed his hands from Ni Wanlan's grasp, his palms roaming over her waist. When he turned to look at Ni Wanlan, he saw her flushed face filled with a warm smile.

Xie Yunyue lay down beside Ni Wanlan: "Lanmei, are you ready to give your body to your brother?"

Ni Wanlan, her face still flushed, lazily turned her head and nodded resolutely, her eyes burning with desire. Xie Yunyue leaned closer and gently bit Ni Wanlan's lower lip. Ni Wanlan bit him hard, and Xie Yunyue knew she had reached her limit. In truth, wasn't he the same? His heart pounded, and Ni Wanlan hummed softly as she sat up, giving Xie Yunyue a shy, radiant smile.

Xie Yunyue had never seen a woman's smile contain so much tenderness, shyness, and captivating charm. He hurriedly reached out and ripped off Ni Wanlan's bodice. Before him lay a pair of perfectly rounded, beautiful breasts, each one just the right size to be grasped. Truly, any more would be too alluring, any less would be too innocent. Ni Wanlan let out a soft moan and covered her face with her hands. Xie Yunyue lovingly embraced her and gently laid her down on the ground.

Ni Wanlan still covered her face, her elbows half-covering her chest. Xie Yunyue kissed Ni Wanlan's cherry lips, gently parted her elbows, and moved to her chest. The first touch of her nipples sent a tingling, almost electric shock-like sensation through his body, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. Ni Wanlan arched her back to meet Xie Yunyue, her trembling skin covered in goosebumps.

Xie Yunyue breathed softly on the flower's peak, his lips and tongue occasionally brushing across Ni Wanlan's beautiful buds and rosy buds. Amidst Ni Wanlan's rapid, trembling breaths, Xie Yunyue struggled to control his explosive excitement, feeling an intense joy at any pleasure he could bring her. Ni Wanlan began to moan, her body twisting and turning, occasionally tugging at Xie Yunyue's hair and pulling at his clothes.

Xie Yunyue sat up, almost roughly tearing at Ni Wanlan's lower garments. She groaned, squeezed her legs together, then slowly relaxed them, slightly raising her body. Xie Yunyue pulled Ni Wanlan's underpants down to her thighs, bending down to stroke her legs. His lips landed on Ni Wanlan's smooth, bare abdomen, causing her to shudder.

Xie Yunyue looked at Ni Wanlan and smiled slightly. Ni Wanlan let out a soft moan, quickly covering her flushed face with her hands. Xie Yunyue leaned down, pressing his face against Ni Wanlan's abdomen, gently breathing warm air while rubbing his cheek and lips together. Ni Wanlan trembled and let out soft moans. Xie Yunyue could no longer resist, quickly removing the underpants that hung loosely on Ni Wanlan's legs, concealing her most intimate area.

Ni Wanlan breathed heavily, her face red as she reached out to grab Xie Yunyue. Xie Yunyue gently pulled away and kissed the spot where Ni Wanlan's waist and legs met. Ni Wanlan immediately squeezed her legs together. Xie Yunyue shifted his body, letting his trembling tongue land on the soft, jade-like skin above Ni Wanlan's knee, swirling and rising.

Xie Yunyue's left hand gently stroked Ni Wanlan's navel, but always stopped just short of the soft, tender spot, while his right hand simultaneously grasped Ni Wanlan's bent right foot and played with it carefully. After a series of tremors, Ni Wanlan finally let out a few soft moans and slightly opened her legs. Xie Yunyue suppressed the painful swelling of his penis, rubbing his nose, lips, and chin against the base of her legs for a while. Ni Wanlan panted and twisted, opening her legs even wider.

Xie Yunyue's fingers gently stroked the slightly raised mound of life, playing with the soft, curly hair that shimmered with a subtle sheen. Suddenly, he buried his face in the already faintly visible Peach Blossom Spring, the source of life. He discovered that Ni Wanlan's Peach Blossom Spring exuded a delicate fragrance. Xie Yunyue was overjoyed and let his lips and tongue fully appreciate Ni Wanlan's dew-kissed orchid, his body and mind swelled with extreme joy and burning blood as if they were about to explode.

Ni Wanlan wrapped her left leg around Xie Yunyue's shoulder, her right foot caressing between Xie Yunyue's waist and hips, her hands gently stroking her lover's hair, twisting and turning with the varying pressure and speed of Xie Yunyue's tongue, emitting involuntary moans. Xie Yunyue joyfully admired Ni Wanlan's Peach Blossom Spring, blooming like a budding flower, fragrant and soft as jade, drawing the delicate and soft petals and stamens to gradually become moist and hot... Xie Yunyue could no longer hold back. He quickly stripped off his clothes, leaving only his underwear, and leaned over Ni Wanlan, kissing every inch of her skin wildly. His penis rubbed against Ni Wanlan's round, soft thighs through her underwear, its already hard erection swelling unbearably. He began to suckle Ni Wanlan's nipples forcefully, and Ni Wanlan seemed to go wild, only able to softly call out, "Brother Yun..."

Xie Yunyue took Ni Wanlan's hand and placed it on his swollen, thick member. Ni Wanlan gasped softly, "Brother...you're so big...I...I'm a little scared..." Her already slightly flushed face became even more shy.

Xie Yunyue nibbled on Ni Wanlan's ear and said tenderly, "Lanmei, we're about to do something unforgettable. Are you scared?"

"No, I love Brother Yun, heaven can bear witness to my heart, I'm not scared."

Xie Yunyue guided Ni Wanlan's hand to his penis again, instructing her to rub it back and forth through his underwear. Ni Wanlan's palm was soft and warm, and he could feel the blood inside his member about to burst forth. Ni Wanlan seemed to sense the intense change in her hand, opened her eyes to peek at Xie Yunyue's taut member in his underwear, then closed her eyes tightly again, focusing on rubbing it vigorously for Xie Yunyue.

"Brother, you're so hard, so hot."

"That's because my Lan sister is so charming."

"Brother Yun, I feel so itchy inside, so strange, I can't explain it, my whole body feels weird."

Xie Yunyue leaned down and gently kissed Ni Wanlan, starting from her breasts, then her navel, her lower abdomen, and finally reaching the mysterious meeting point between her thighs. He opened Ni Wanlan's tightly clamped legs, revealing a pink path already wet with moisture, and the closed palace gates radiating heat. Xie Yunyue couldn't resist bringing his mouth to hers, and Ni Wanlan twisted her body restlessly.
"Ah... Brother... such a strange feeling..."

Xie Yunyue's fingers parted the door, carefully admiring the most beautiful scene in the world before him, the most delicate and mysterious place of a young girl, he stretched out his tongue and gently licked it back and forth.

"Ah..." Suddenly Ni Wanlan cried out, her buttocks rising and twisting violently, her two smooth thighs tightly clamping Xie Yunyue's neck.

Xie Yunyue looked up and saw Ni Wanlan with her lips slightly parted, her nostrils flaring as she breathed heavily. Her fair breasts heaved with each rise and fall of her chest, creating waves of sensation. Xie Yunyue inwardly praised her: "Sister Lan's skin is so translucent, her lines so perfect, and there isn't an ounce of excess fat on her body."

Xie Yunyue then gently spread Ni Wanlan's legs apart and pushed them towards her chest, now completely exposing the most intimate parts of the young woman's body to his gaze. Ni Wanlan understood and pulled her legs back, lifting her buttocks completely off the bed. Her lush green hair swayed slightly with her lover's breath, but the mysterious entrance remained tightly closed, revealing only a red line glistening with dewdrops... Under Xie Yunyue's gaze, Ni Wanlan appeared exceptionally shy: "Brother Yun... um... no... like this... I'm so embarrassed..."

Xie Yunyue smiled and moved his body, pulling Ni Wanlan's legs into his arms and pressing himself against her chest. His erect, hard penis rested on Ni Wanlan's delicate, sensitive virgin petals, gently rubbing back and forth. While kissing Ni Wanlan's fragrant lips, he mischievously asked, "Little Lan, do you like your brother?"

Ni Wanlan, teased by Xie Yunyue, her eyes glazed over, gasped, "...Ah...Of course...Of course I like it...Brother Yun...I...I'm so sad..."

Xie Yunyue licked Ni Wanlan's sensitive earlobe, and whispered in her ear in his magnetic voice, "Little Lan, if your brother asked you to do something even more embarrassing, would you do it?"

"Yes...As long as it's something you say, Brother Yun...I...Brother Yun...I can't go on..." Ni Wanlan closed her eyes tightly in embarrassment, but still reluctantly kissed Xie Yunyue's enchanting lips.

"Take off your brother's underwear."

"You naughty brother...making your sister do such a slutty thing...making your sister help your brother take off his pants..." Although she said that, Ni Wanlan's hands still obediently moved to Xie Yunyue's buttocks and pulled down Xie Yunyue's underwear.

"Hold my...brother's treasure."

"Brother...you're so thick...I'm so scared..."

"Lan-mei...spread your legs..."

"Brother Yun, be gentle, okay?" Ni Wanlan's tightly closed eyelids trembled incessantly. She was extremely nervous about her first time, but she still obediently parted her tender buds.

"Lan-mei, don't be afraid, brother won't hurt you." Xie Yunyue gently breathed into Ni Wanlan's ear, about to breach her last line of defense.

"Ah...it hurts..." Xie Yunyue's treasure had only just entered a little when Ni Wanlan frowned, and all her muscles tensed up. Xie Yunyue quickly stopped, giving her time to catch her breath. He kissed Ni Wanlan's brows, earlobes, and lips, his hands slowly caressing her breasts and inner thighs. After a while, Ni Wanlan slowly breathed a sigh of relief, her whole body relaxing. She kissed Xie Yunyue proactively, saying, "It's okay... I can..." Xie Yunyue gently sucked on Ni Wanlan's snake-like tongue, softly continuing to thrust forward.

"Ah..." Ni Wanlan couldn't help but moan, but she no longer stopped Xie Yunyue's thrusting. Finally, his penis entered Ni Wanlan's body inch by inch. Xie Yunyue could feel the path ahead was narrow and tight, yet filled with a warm and moist sensation, the folds gently scraping against his glans. After entering, he paused slightly, partly to let Ni Wanlan get used to the feeling, and partly to savor the feeling of being tightly surrounded.

"Brother Yun... I... I feel so full... I felt so empty just now... Now I feel so full... This feeling... is so good..." Ni Wanlan ignored Xie Yunyue's reaction and murmured to herself. So Xie Yunyue began thrusting inside Ni Wanlan's tight flower garden. He tried to make each thrust gentle and slow, afraid that if it was too fast, Ni Wanlan wouldn't be able to bear it.

"Ah...ah..." At first, Ni Wanlan kept her lips tightly closed, but gradually she began to moan. So Xie Yunyue increased the speed and depth of his movements slightly. Suddenly, Ni Wanlan took the initiative to hug Xie Yunyue's waist, opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound, and her gaze, which had been so affectionate towards Xie Yunyue, began to wander and lose focus. Then, Ni Wanlan's insides began to writhe, and her breathing became rapid and flustered.

"Sister Lan's vagina is so tight," Xie Yunyue praised in his heart as he thrust, and he couldn't help but increase the speed of his thrusts.

As he thrust in and out, Ni Wanlan began to moan incessantly, her voice filled with meaningless whispers: "Ah...good brother...ah...ha...so good...faster...faster, thrust into my...hole...ah...ah..."

Xie Yunyue passionately thrust into Ni Wanlan's vagina, his pleasure quickly reaching its peak under the wave after wave of stimulation from the contracting and relaxing power within her. Finally, Xie Yunyue let out a soft roar: "Lan-mei, let's die of pleasure together." He exhaled a long breath, and with each gushe of fluid, he shot deep into Ni Wanlan's body. He lay prone on top of her, continuing to feel her uncontrollable contractions and releases. Ni Wanlan slowly closed her eyes, her breathing calming down.

Xie Yunyue moved away from Ni Wanlan, lying on his side beside her, gently kissing her and caressing her breasts as they rose and fell with her breath. Gradually, both of them drifted into a deep sleep… When they awoke again, it was already dawn. The dim light of day filled their vision. After getting ready, Xie Yunyue put the jade pendant in his pocket. A bone-chilling cold immediately filled the cave, and Ni Wanlan shivered, exclaiming, “So cold!”

Xie Yunyue asked softly, “Does it still hurt?”

Ni Wanlan blushed and nestled into Xie Yunyue’s arms, whispering, “Just a little bit, it’s nothing.” Then, she tilted her head and gave him a sweet kiss, their lips meeting once more. After

lingering for a while, Xie Yunyue said to Ni Wanlan, “I still have many things to do. Lanmei, you can wait for me here. I will come back as soon as spring arrives.”

Ni Wanlan asked in surprise, “Aren’t you going to see my mentor?”

Xie Yunyue shook his head and looked around. The snow had stopped, but the wind was still fierce, howling and shaking the mountains. The entire world was covered in jade, heaven and earth were one white. Thousands of strange pines on the cliff, their gnarled trunks twisted and their branches drooping, were all covered by the vast white snow. Their once extraordinary and ancient appearance was now obscured by the mist. Suddenly, four gray-white figures leaped up the cliff top, nimble and agile, jumping two or three zhang high in a single leap. Clearly, they were all martial arts masters.

Ni Wanlan whispered, "Why are martial arts figures here so early? My master's prestige is renowned throughout the land. He has established a rule that martial arts figures are not allowed to enter the area within five li of this temple without cause. Everyone in the six northern provinces, both the legitimate and illegitimate, knows this. Do they want to die?" Xie Yunyue smiled but remained silent.

In the blink of an eye, the four men reached the top of the cliff. All were over fifty years old, and they all opened their eyes wide to survey the scene. One of them said, "The Three Friends of Kuocang must have been poisoned by the Divine Nun of Yanshan. They agreed to meet here at dawn, why haven't they appeared yet?"

Just then, another man was patrolling the snowfield, kicking up clumps of snow with his toes. He then looked down and suddenly shouted, "Third Brother, look! What is this?"

The other three rushed forward, and after a moment, one of them said, "Three men flying needles, blood congealed into ice. Clearly, there must have been a fierce battle on this cliff last night. The Three Friends of Kuocang are known for their integrity and would never break their promise. Brother Xu is right, the Three Friends of Kuocang have certainly been poisoned." As he spoke, he turned around, his eyes flashing with a lightning-like light, and strode towards a gnarled pine tree.

Xie Yunyue secretly praised the man's keen eyesight; even under a foot of snow, he had noticed something amiss. The man unleashed two palm strikes, sweeping and slashing through the air. A series of loud thuds followed, and snow and earth flew everywhere, revealing three corpses. The four men froze, then turned and scurried back down the cliff. Xie Yunyue hurriedly said, "This is bad! These four are definitely going to harass the nunnery. Lanmei, hurry back to the nunnery and lend a hand."

Ni Wanlan asked, "What about you?"

Xie Yunyue replied, "I can only help secretly. You go quickly." Ni Wanlan nodded, left the cave, and took a shortcut.

Xie Yunyue quickly put on the human skin mask, used the "Swallow Skimming the Waves" move to dart out of the cave, buried the three old men of Kuocang, and then, with a powerful swing of his ape arm, shot into the air, suddenly transforming into the "Heavenly Dragon Slanting Grasp" move, and plummeted down the snowy cliff. A biting wind howled, obscuring the view. Amidst the swirling snow, Xie Yunyue's clothes billowed, like a black eagle swooping down towards the Zhizhi Nunnery.

Meanwhile, Ni Wanlan, having taken a roundabout route, climbed over to the back of the nunnery and entered through the walls. She found the Iron-Finger Pipa You Sigu and the Moon Fairy Ling Yushuang still engaged in conversation. She quickly informed them of the danger. You Sigu snorted, stood up with Ling Yushuang, and rushed towards the Buddhist hall with Ni Wanlan. Before even entering, a strange fragrance wafted into their nostrils, causing them to feel dizzy and sway. You Sigu cried out, "Not good! Hold your breath!" The three immediately became alert, holding their breath to feel better. When they entered the Buddhist hall, they were almost stunned.
The Divine Nun of Yanshan lay collapsed before her prayer mat, and the Shadowless Palm Bi Xiaolan slumped against the wall, both their faces ashen, motionless. Suddenly, Ling Yushuang screamed, pointing at the nun of Yanshan and Bi Xiaolan. Following Ling Yushuang's finger, two small green snakes, as thin as little fingers and only five inches long, were seen biting at the "Fengfu" acupoints on the back of their heads.

Ni Wanlan cried out, and the "Autumn Frost" sword flashed brightly, shooting towards the green snake behind the nun's head. The two small green snakes were extremely agile, releasing their grip at the same time, and flew like crossbows towards the eaves of the nunnery. The nunnery gate was not yet open, but they flashed out through the gap in the threshold. Suddenly, several loud laughs rose from outside the gate. You Sigu's eyes shot out, her hair stood on end, and with a loud bang, the nunnery gate swung open, and the three of them rushed out. They saw four old men standing in a row in the snow, their smiles not yet fully faded.

You Sigu, grieving for the death of the nun, shouted, "Shameless old scoundrel, give me back my nun's life!" Like a mad tiger, she moved her iron pipa and "sweeped through a thousand armies," rushing forward. The two women, equally grief-stricken, drew their swords and sped away with lightning speed.

The four old men laughed heartily, saying, "You speak well! Who will avenge the lives of the Three Friends of Kuocang?" They suddenly split into two, each drawing strangely shaped weapons, and began to fight with lightning speed. As they spoke, a black shadow, as swift as a wisp of smoke, flew into the temple, its speed too fast for either side to see.

The Iron-Finger Pipa You Sigu and the two women all displayed their most exquisite skills, their moves aimed at vital points and fatal blows. The four old men were also martial arts masters, their weapons flashing and dancing with unexpected and ingenious techniques, deflecting all the deadly attacks of You Sigu and the other two. In the vast snowfield, the seven leaped and darted like lightning, creating a cloud of icy mist that scattered and fell with the passing wind—a truly wondrous sight.

In her haste to fight, You Sigu plucked the strings of her sanxian (a three-stringed plucked instrument) with a swift, tinkling sound, followed by a flurry of flying needles. An old man, seeing this, lowered his sword, swept his sleeve, and a fierce wind howled, instantly knocking the needles down. The old man shouted, "The old hag is dead! If we still linger, we should spare their lives! Let's go!"

The four old men were about to turn and flee when suddenly two figures flew out of the Zhizhi Nunnery like arrows released from a bow, hurtling towards them with lightning speed. Before they could even see who they were, they felt two powerful energies, heavier than mountains, pressing down on them. Their vision went black, and their chests felt as if struck by a thousand-pound hammer, the pain excruciating. They could only manage a half-scream before being thrown through the air, crashing to the ground, spitting blood like rain, convulsing and dying instantly. Two figures landed swiftly inside the nunnery. It was the Divine Nun of Yanshan and Bi Xiaolan, the Shadowless Palm Master.

Witnessing the gruesome deaths of the four, the Divine Nun of Yanshan clasped her hands together and bowed her head, saying, "In my rage, I couldn't help but kill again."

The three women, including You Sigu, were all startled. Ni Wanlan, feeling a pang of emotion, quickly turned and darted into the nunnery. The nunnery was empty. On the altar lay a piece of white paper, occasionally fluttering in the wind, creaking softly. She picked it up and saw a few words written on it in a flowing, elegant style: "Sister Lan, when spring arrives and flowers bloom, we shall meet again. I am leaving. Clouds remain." The ink was still wet.

A nameless melancholy washed over Lan, tears blurring her starry eyes. A sense of loneliness and emptiness washed over her once more. She let the piece of white paper in her hand fly away in the wind, as if it wanted to drift towards the endless horizon.

In the Changbai Mountains, heavy snow fell, and the north wind howled. The once lush green leaves and dense branches of the ancient trees were now covered in a blanket of white snow, appearing as if carved from powdery jade, gleaming silver. In Huanbi Manor, a somber atmosphere hung heavy. Even the usually cheerful old master, Gong Tiandan, was silent, his brows furrowed, clearly troubled. He sighed constantly.

All this was because his young mistress was pregnant, her belly growing larger each day. The old master and his wife had long desired a grandchild and were initially overjoyed. But one day, an alarm sounded in the mountains: the two elders of Huoshan, leading dozens of skilled martial artists, had once again raided the manor. The young mistress, like many others, had rushed to the rescue. Although the intruders were repelled, the disturbance had affected her pregnancy, though she hadn't known it before. By the time the new year arrived, she felt the fetus moving and leaping within her, and she felt dizzy and confined to her bed.

Old Master Gong Tiandan was greatly alarmed. He summoned a doctor, who took her pulse but shook his head, refusing to prescribe any medicine, and left without a word. Several doctors were consulted, all of whom said the fetus had a strange illness; not only would the baby not survive after birth, but the mother would also be beyond saving. The old master and his wife felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them, feeling their luck had run out and that their daughter-in-law was also unfortunate. Their hearts were heavy.

In the following ten days, Fu Liugong, Fu Wan, the Iron-Finger Immortal Ape Bai Yu, Gu Yanwen, Zhao Kangjiu, and Zhou Weicheng arrived one after another, followed by Zhao Lianzhu and Zhou Yue'e. The old master forced a smile and treated them with great hospitality. On this very day, the legendary physician Wei Pingluo, nicknamed "Sai Huatuo," gracefully arrived. The old master was overjoyed and asked Sai Huatuo to examine his daughter-in-law.

Wei Pingluo examined the pulse for a long time before saying, "The previous diagnoses by several doctors were correct. The young mistress is carrying twins, but due to a sudden disturbance, the fetuses have developed epilepsy. The mother is suffering from extreme heat and cold, and it is unlikely that both can survive. I can only prolong the mother's life. Only the 'Niuhuang Qingxin Dan' can cure the young mistress. The fetuses are left to fate." His tone subtly indicated that the fetuses were unlikely to survive. Gong Lingfei, however, did not seem to care much, focusing only on the young mistress's life, believing that as long as she was alive, there would be hope for the future. The old mountain lord and his wife were secretly distressed. Their longing for a grandson had been dashed again, but since things had come to this, they could only leave it to fate.

Wei Pingluo continued, "As far as I know, the 'Niuhuang Qingxin Dan' (a traditional Chinese medicine) is only available to the Golden Dragon Lama Huktu at the Potala Temple outside Chengde. However, he cherishes it like his own life and would never give it away. Asking him for it would not only bring humiliation but also inevitably lead to a fight. Even if you win, what can you do if he refuses to give it to you? Besides, after the young mistress takes my medicine, she will definitely give birth in five days. It's like trying to quench a thirsty child from afar; it's just empty talk." Upon hearing this, Gu Yanwen quietly went to the Potala Temple, and no one in the mountains knew where she had gone.

The old mountain master was depressed. On the third day, Lei Xiaotian arrived with Le Yang. When they talked about the young mistress's symptoms, he said, "If my third brother Xie Yunyue were here, he could guarantee the safety of mother and child."

Sai Huatuo retorted, "What are you saying? Within these six northern and seventy-three southern provinces, is there anyone more skilled in medicine than me, Wei Pingluo? While I've heard that Young Hero Xie is proficient in medicine, comparable to Sun Simiao, and far surpasses me, that's probably not true." Lei

Xiaotian laughed loudly, "If you don't believe me, I can't help it."

The old mountain lord and his wife, along with Gong Lingfei, immediately thought of Xie Yunyue, thinking, "As long as he comes, as Lei Xiaotian says, everything can be resolved smoothly." Xie
Yunyue had taken root in their hearts, indelible, but fantasy is fantasy, and the reality was right in front of them, making them restless and uneasy all day long. Gong Lingfei pretended to be calm on the surface, but his heart was in turmoil, full of sorrow and anxiety. Gu Yanwen rushed back to Huanbi Manor on the fifth day. Although the young mistress had taken the precious medicine specially made by the legendary physician Wei Pingluo, she still fainted several times. Gu Yanwen brought "Niuhuang Qingxin Dan" and two prescriptions written by Xie Yunyue, as well as a letter from the old master of the mountain.

Wei Pingluo, nicknamed "Sai Huatuo" (meaning "the best doctor in Chinese medicine"), took the prescription and was greatly shocked. He sighed, "This man's talent is unparalleled. His reasoning is meticulous, yet he can still grasp every detail perfectly. I, Wei Pingluo, am far inferior to him. My reasoning is three parts medical theory and seven parts experience. If I hadn't seen these two prescriptions, it would have been unbelievable."

Lei Xiaotian laughed, "How about you bestow your title of 'Sai Huatuo' upon our third brother?"

Wei Pingluo glared at him and cursed, "You're like a monkey that won't eat the praise; the higher you're praised, the harder you fall." After carefully reading the letter, the old mountain master, Gong Tiandan, stroked his beard and laughed heartily, then casually handed it to Wei Pingluo.

Everyone turned to look at the letter in Wei Pingluo's hand. The gist of it was: "After the young mistress took the 'Niuhuang Jingxin Dan' and two other medicinal soups, her pregnancy will be safe, and both mother and child will be healthy. She will give birth the next day. Although the twins are not yet full-term, with proper care, they will be no different from normal infants..." The letter highly praised Wei Pingluo, saying he was overly cautious and did not prescribe medicine haphazardly, which was the proper way for a doctor, not due to a lack of medical skill.

Wei Pingluo, the "Sai Huatuo," was completely convinced and quickly said with a smile, "Thank you, young hero, for understanding me so well; we are truly kindred spirits." "The old master immediately sent someone to fetch the medicine according to the prescription, and sure enough, the next morning the young mistress safely gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, who looked remarkably like their father.

Huanbi Mountain was filled with joy, and the courtyard was packed with guests. Since Le Yang arrived at Huanbi Mountain Villa with Lei Xiaotian, he and Pin'er had become very close. The two were about the same age and were inseparable every day. Pin'er missed Xie Yunyue very much, because Xie Yunyue had promised to teach him a couple of martial arts techniques when he returned to the villa. Knowing that Le Yang was Xie Yunyue's unacquainted disciple, he was even more affectionate. He also taught Le Yang the throwing arrow technique that the old master's wife had taught him. After they had eaten and drunk, taking advantage of the fact that everyone was drunk and not paying attention, they slipped out of the gate and into the forest.

Pin'er suggested, "Hey, Le Yang, your throwing arrow technique is very skillful. Why don't we go and hunt a few snow deer and test our accuracy?" "Le Yang readily agreed, and the two darted out to search for the Snow Bay nest.

Dark snow hung in the air, no clouds fell, and the wind was strong. They rode with the wind, traversing forests and crossing plains, covering twenty or thirty miles in no time. Pin'er saw half the head of a snow deer peeking out from under a tree. She quickly grabbed Le Yang, pointing at the snow deer with her lips and hand, signaling him to take out his dart and shoot. The snow deer seemed startled, turning its legs and disappearing in an instant.

Le Yang stamped his foot, filled with regret. Pin'er pressed her finger to her lips, shaking her head to stop Le Yang from speaking, her eyes showing horror. Le Yang was startled. The dense tree trunks in the forest were already dark, and the snow made it even darker." Even with their excellent eyesight, the two children could only see a dozen or so feet away. Le Yang, seeing that the forest was empty except for the howling wind and the sound of falling snow, was filled with suspicion, suddenly saw three figures darting out from the shadows of the forest, stopping only about three feet away from the children. Their movements were incredibly agile. They were three Taoist priests with high buns and grey robes, each with a slightly fluttering purple-red sword tassel behind them. While their appearances weren't exactly otherworldly, they weren't unremarkable either.

Pin'er was secretly astonished, thinking, "The area fifty miles around Huanbi Manor is heavily fortified with checkpoints and fortifications. Visitors from our mountain must be accompanied. These three are clearly enemies, not friends. I wonder how they managed to get in?"

After the three priests stopped, one of them, a tall, thin Taoist priest with a sallow complexion and a slight beard, glanced left and right and said, "I clearly heard footsteps nearby, but I can't see them. Could I have misheard?" Another Taoist said, "

Our purpose in coming to Huanbi Manor is to secretly investigate the whereabouts of your brother Hong Wantong. We don't care whether the visitor is human or beast, it's best not to make a move, so as to avoid Old Man Gong saying that our Wudang Sect is bullying us."

The thin Taoist snorted, his eyes flashing with cold light, and said angrily, "If it weren't for my two senior brothers repeatedly stopping me and advising me to find out the facts before taking action, I would have already turned Huanbi Manor upside down." Pin'er was secretly angry upon hearing this, when the Taoist continued, "

Ten years ago, my elder brother Hong Wantong suddenly disappeared from the martial world. I was greatly surprised and searched everywhere for his whereabouts. After much effort, I accidentally discovered that he had left the manor three years ago. Three months ago, I came here to see Gong Tiandan. The old man Gong was evasive and said that my brother had left the manor three years ago and there had been no news since. I refuted his words as nonsense, and the old man Gong was furious and even served tea to send me away. I left in anger, and on my way back, I overheard my brother being assassinated at Huanbi Manor..."

Before he could finish speaking, another Taoist interrupted, "Junior brother, where did you hear that?"

"I overheard them laughing and talking at the exit of the mountain."

The other Taoist sighed and said, "I still believe your evidence is conclusive. But you haven't caught that person, and there are no witnesses. When you see Elder Gong later, how can you explain yourself with such baseless accusations? Junior brother, you acted too rashly." As
the two Taoists were talking, they suddenly heard a child's voice from the forest, saying, "The three of you are all from reputable sects, practitioners of the Xuanmen. Why didn't you ask the mountain priest

to invite you? Trespassing on our mountain will surely give others cause for gossip." The thin Taoist's eyes flashed, and he leaped out, bending his elbow and extending his wrist. His body sank, and he swiftly reached for the tree behind him with his five fingers spread wide. The speed of his initial move was unparalleled, and the strangeness of his final move was that of the "Macaque" Palm, one of the five unique skills of Wudang. But he grabbed at empty air; there was no one behind the tree. The Taoist was startled. The Taoist's five fingers were sharp, sweeping across the ice surface, hissing as they drew five grooves, each an inch deep and about two feet long.

These three Taoists were the most outstanding second-generation disciples of Wudang, with the Taoist names Jingxing, Jingfa, and Jingming. It was Master Jingming who had just made his move. He suspected that his brother, Hong Wantong, had been killed and his tracks covered up by Gong Tiandan. His suspicions were not unfounded. Furthermore, if Hong Wantong had ever lived in seclusion at Huanbi Manor, whether he was alive or dead, no matter how flawlessly Gong Tiandan had handled the situation, he couldn't silence the gossip and would inevitably find some clues. Therefore, he urged his two senior brothers to come and help him clear his doubts.

Because they had come as spies, avoiding both overt and covert checkpoints, their concern was that the people of the manor might discover their presence. Otherwise, it would be counterproductive, affecting Wudang's reputation. Therefore, upon hearing the child's voice from behind the tree, Jingming acted hastily, attempting to capture him alive. Jingming's grab missed, leaving him dumbfounded. Master Jingxing hissed

, "Junior Brother, don't be reckless! Since you've been discovered, why not enter the manor openly and ask this young friend who spoke earlier to announce our arrival and lead the way?" Master Jingming shook his head, saying, "Doing so would just be a wasted trip. How could Old Man Gong tell the truth? He'd only mock us, saying we're being unreasonable. That would be asking for trouble. My plan mustn't be disrupted; let's catch this brat first." As he spoke, his eyes flashed with a cold light, constantly shifting, trying to find any suspicious traces.

"Shameless!" A curse followed, and a white ball shot out rapidly.

Master Jingming waved his sleeve, and the white ball instantly shattered and scattered. Upon closer inspection, he saw it was a snowball made of ice and snow. His eyebrows shot up sharply, and he leaped to the left, disappearing into the empty space. He landed to find it deserted. Jingming, a renowned figure in Wudang, was red-faced and filled with murderous intent after being teased by children and seeing no one.

Suddenly, a crisp voice came from his right: "It's not difficult for you to enter Huanbi Manor, but you must remove the longswords from your shoulders. This forest is called the Sword-Removing Forest, and it follows the same rules as the Sword-Removing Cliff of Wudang." This time, Master Jingming remained calm, noticing the difference in the voice compared to before; clearly, two children were hiding in the forest.

Jingxing and Jingfa remained standing still. Although they were the most upright, their faces darkened upon hearing the order to remove their swords, their expressions turning icy. Suddenly, Master Jingming's shoulders swayed, leaping five feet into the air, his hands reaching out to pounce into the forest on his right. He had only pounced a foot before transforming into a dragon-like somersault, leaping to his left. His movements were incredibly swift, completed in a flash.

Seeing this, Jingxing and Jingfa couldn't help but admire their junior brother's masterful use of the "Five Transformations of the Celestial Bird." The "Five Transformations of the Celestial Bird" shared similarities with the "Eight Forms of the Heavenly Dragon" from the Western Regions, and was one of Wudang's unique skills. Master Jingming's leap was like a thunderbolt, his palms striking out with a powerful punch. Two loud cracking sounds rang out.

Two large trees, each a foot in diameter, snapped in two with a resounding crash, their branches scattering snow and ice. Still, there was no one in sight, which infuriated Jingming, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light. Even Jingxing and Jingfa looked on in surprise. A chill permeated the forest, a cold wind swirling around them. Apart from this, it was eerily silent. Master Jingming, like a mountain lord, waited expectantly for his prey.

Suddenly, a faint figure flashed to the left. Master Jingming shouted, "Where do you think you're going?" and pounced like a whirlwind. Just as he was about to strike, the figure flicked out three silver threads, one up and two down, in a triangular pattern.

Master Jingming snorted softly, his momentum undiminished. He spun his hands, two darts hidden between the fingers of his left fist, and a third between the fingers of his right hand. He felt a sudden, heavy force and was slightly startled. He lashed out with his right hand, sending the dart flying back to its original position. "Ouch!" A scream rang out as Le Yang, a gleaming silver dart embedded in his shoulder, staggered and came to a stop. He glared angrily at Master Jingming, one hand on his shoulder, blood dripping from between his fingers. Even as Master Jingming's right hand flew towards him, he remained arrogantly unfazed.

Suddenly, Pin'er shouted, "You old bastard, don't you dare hurt my brother Yang!"

Jingming's five fingers were about to touch Le Yang's chest when he suddenly felt a gust of wind surge behind him. He quickly put his left foot down, lowered his body, and swept out with his right foot from the roots of a withered tree. Jingming's legwork was truly powerful, scraping a three-tenths-thick arc groove in the frozen snow. Five feet in front of him stood a child of twelve or thirteen years old, with an incredibly clever face, holding a gnarled vine only an inch thick, his bright, round eyes ignoring him.

Although Master Jingming was a recluse of the Xuanmen sect, he was incredibly narrow-minded. Seeing these two children teasing him for so long, he was enraged and roared, "Ignorant brats, how dare you mock this master!"

Pin'er retaliated in kind, snorting, "Ignorant bastards, how dare you trespass on this mountain and injure my brother! You'd better drop your sword and surrender!" With that, he flicked his wrist, and with a sudden sound, the vine in his hand straightened, aiming for Master Jingming's acupoint between his eyebrows.

Pin'er was deeply favored by the old mountain lord's wife, Ye Hanshuang, the White-Haired Dove-Walking Staff Master. Her "Dove Wind Divine Staff" technique, with its seventy-two forms, was renowned as a unique skill beyond the Great Wall, and she had taught it all to Pin'er. He was exceptionally intelligent, and although he grasped the essence of the "Dove Wind Divine Staff" seventy-two forms, his young age and slightly weaker strength prevented him from achieving his goal. However, his speed and the unpredictability of his attacks were comparable to that of most skilled martial artists.

Seeing the brilliance of his attack, Jingming was slightly startled. He tilted his head, his right hand slightly outstretched, and swiftly reached for the vine tip. Just as his fingers were about to strike, the vine in Pin'er's hand suddenly sank, slashing to the left with a swift, whistling motion, aiming directly at Jingming's "Xinyu" acupoint. Jingming frowned, thinking, "If I can't take this junior down today, wouldn't the reputation of the Three Heroes of Wudang be tarnished?"

He instantly shifted his body, his right hand wielding a halberd, unleashing a "Golden Dragon Scissors Wings" move, slashing downwards at the vine tip. This seemingly simple move was actually incredibly fast and precise, the timing and location perfectly controlled. With a resounding thud, more than four inches of the vine tip were severed. Pin'er was greatly surprised. He abruptly withdrew the vine, leaping forward and swinging his vine staff in mid-air.

Pin'er leaped and bounded, her movements swift and agile, the gnarled vines in her hand flashing like lightning, creating a flurry of staff shadows and whistling winds that enveloped Master Jingming like a spiderweb. This was none other than the renowned "Seventy-Two Forms of the Dove Wind Divine Staff," the unparalleled skill of the white-haired Dove-Staff Granny Ye Hanshuang, whose fame resounded beyond the Great Wall. Master Jingming dared not be careless now. With a soft whistle, the longsword on his back was drawn from its sheath, its light gleaming.

In the blink of an eye, he had launched seven attacks, each one exquisitely executed, his inner strength formidable, the sword vibrating and roaring like a dragon, sending dozens of golden stars flying. The sword light was chilling, the vine shadows danced, and in an instant, their skill was evenly matched. Le Yang was engrossed in watching, oblivious to the excruciating pain in his shoulder wound from the arrow. He thought to himself, "With Pin'er's martial arts skills, I can finally get my hands on that old bastard." Then, he suddenly said, "Hmph, what's with that arrogant old Taoist? If my master were here, I'd break all your arms and legs. If I ever set foot on Wudang Mountain and don't cause chaos, I'm not Le Yang." This thought would later lead to Le Yang's solo attack on Wudang Mountain, the deaths of seven disciples, the burning of the Taiqing Lower Temple, and the ensuing conflict in the martial arts world. The seeds of
this conflict were sown today. Jingxing and Jingfa, seeing the exquisite skill of Pin'er's staff techniques, could only frown repeatedly. Jingfa whispered to Jingxing, "Senior brother, look at this child's staff techniques; they resemble Ye Hanshuang's Jiufeng Staff Technique. He must be her disciple. Although your victory has spread, you've also earned a bad reputation for bullying the weak and oppressing the strong. It would be better to call him back, retreat from the mountain, and then make further plans."

Master Jingxing pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "We should have retreated from the mountain long ago, but your impatient nature prevented you from listening. Now that the die is cast, we must act. Before you unleash your killing blow, let's subdue the other child, stop the fight, and then find out the truth. If it's true that Hong Wantong, the 'Heaven-Turning Hand,' wasn't harmed by Old Man Gong, and isn't even in the mountain, then we can retreat."

Jingfa nodded, flicked his sleeve, and leaped out like lightning. His five fingers flashed outwards, and Le Yang, engrossed in his attack, had his right wrist caught. Le Yang was shocked, his eyes filled with terror, and he asked in a trembling voice, "What are you going to do?"

"Young friend, don't panic, this humble Taoist means no harm."

Although Pin'er's "Dove Wind Staff Technique" was wondrous and swift, it was hampered by insufficient strength. With each sword strike from Master Jingming, his inner force surged, causing his elbows and wrists to ache and gradually become sluggish. Suddenly, he felt another Taoist grab Le Yang's wrist. Startled, he managed to free his hand, and Master Jingming seized the opportunity to change his sword stance. The sword light suddenly flashed diagonally, and the vine in Pin'er's hand was jolted out of his grasp, flying into the air and instantly falling more than ten feet away. With a thud, it stuck diagonally in the snow, the vine tip trembling incessantly. Pin'er's arm was almost numb, and he couldn't lift it. He could only stare with his round eyes, filled with anger.

Master Jingming laughed loudly, "I thought you were so skilled that you dared to mock me!" Then, his face darkened, and he shouted, "I ask you, is Hong Wantong, the 'Heaven-Turning Hand,' in the mountains? If you answer truthfully, I will not make things difficult for you." Pin'er,

quick-witted, snorted, "You little brat, are you trying to cause trouble for Senior Hong? You're no match for me. Even if ten of you were to fight Senior Hong, it would be a waste." Master Jingming was startled.

Judging from Pin'er's tone, it seemed Hong Wantong was still in the mountains. He realized something was amiss and thought, "Three years ago, when I came to this mountain, I told Gong Tiandan that I was Hong Wantong's younger brother. Since I'm here, why would I claim he's left the mountain?" He then shouted again in a deep voice... "I only asked if Hong Wantong is on the mountain, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Pin'er rolled his eyes and said, "No, he left the mountain three years ago and hasn't been heard from since. Hmm, why are you asking about him?" Master

Jingming, hearing that his words were exactly the same as Gong Tiandan's, was half-believing and half-doubting. But then he remembered the time he was ambushed at the mountain pass and heard that Hong Wantong had been assassinated. He thought, would the mountain really spread the rumor that a perfectly healthy person had been killed? So after thinking it over again, he decided that what he had overheard was more reliable. He felt that Pin'er's words were cunning and couldn't help but angrily say, "You brat, you dare to deceive me, you're really asking for death."

Pin'er laughed contemptuously and said, "You don't believe me, so why are you asking?"

Jingming thought for a moment, knowing he wouldn't get anything out of Pin'er. Even if his brother had been killed by Gong Tiandan, how could such a confidential matter be known to a child? He snorted and struck like the wind, striking Pin'er's "Heavenly Deafness," "Earthly Muteness," and "Human Fainting" acupoints. Pin'er collapsed to the ground. This was Wudang's unique "Acupoint Closing Technique," which would automatically reopen the acupoints after seven days.

Le Yang was terrified at the sight. Although Master Jingfa held his right wrist, he couldn't bear to hurt him. He asked Le Yang twice, but Le Yang just stared blankly, unable to answer. In fact, Le Yang truly didn't know the inside story. At this moment, Master Jingming flew down in front of Le Yang and, just like before, struck his three acupoints for deafness and muteness. He then said, "Senior brothers, to prevent leaks, I had no choice but to take this expedient measure." Jingming

said coldly, "Junior brother, you have gone too far. I have long heard that Gong Tiandan of Baishan Yihe is the kindest and most upright person. Since your brother is on very good terms with him, why would Gong Tiandan want to harm your brother? Otherwise, the world is vast, and there are many places where one can hide. Why would your brother specifically choose to hide in Huanbi Mountain? Perhaps your brother did leave the mountain three years ago. If you force Gong Tiandan to reveal your brother's whereabouts, how can he possibly answer?" Jingming

fell silent, thinking, "That makes a lot of sense. I came here and forcibly dragged you two senior brothers here, pretending to be visiting..." Searching for his brother who had been missing for ten years, he hadn't even been at the mountain pass when he let slip a few words. If they had discussed it beforehand, they wouldn't be in this predicament. Deeply regretting his actions, but unwilling to back down, he said, "Then Brother Ren is unjustly condemned."

Jingxing, his face showing shame, his gaze darkening with anger, said, "Junior brother, how could you speak so recklessly? Without proof, how could you claim your brother is dead? The reputation of Wudang is about to be ruined in your hands! What will you do with these two children? If they return in seven days, accusing us of bullying others, and Gong Tiandan raises a large army to demand an explanation, and we confront our elders on the mountain, we will be in the wrong. How can we defend ourselves?" Upon hearing this, Master Jingming stood there speechless.

Master Jingfa sighed and smiled, "Senior brother, you shouldn't blame Junior Brother Jingming too much. Things have come to this, and we had no choice. Besides, Junior Brother Jingming's suspicions are not without reason. Why did his brother hide in Huanbi Manor? He must have come here to avoid revenge. Regardless of whether Hong Wantong was harmed by Gong Tiandan or left the mountain, Gong Tiandan must know the reason for Hong Wantong's seclusion. Why not take the two children to see Gong Tiandan to apologize and ask why Hong Wantong left the mountain? That way, Gong Tiandan will have no reason not to answer."

Master Jingming continued, "Since this matter was caused by me, I will take full responsibility. How can I implicate our sect and senior brothers? But how about hiding the two children in the cliff cave, and I go alone to investigate?" Master Jingxing

said, "If you're going, all three of you should go together. The deed is done; we'll just have to see how it goes." When Jingming's gaze shifted to Pin'er and Leyang again, he was dumbfounded. The snow was empty; there was no trace of the two people.

The Three Heroes of Wudang were considered outstanding masters of the righteous sects. They were so skilled that they could detect anything within a ten-zhang radius, from the slightest sound to falling leaves and flying petals. Now, the two children had been rescued without their knowledge. How could they possibly save face? They were also shocked by the extraordinary skill of the newcomer. Their faces instantly turned ashen, as if a thousand arrows were piercing their hearts.

Jingxing sighed, "The Three Heroes of Wudang have truly met their doom. There's no need to go to Huanbi Manor anymore. With our meager abilities, we wouldn't even know if someone took our heads." Jingfa and Jingming remained silent.

The pine wind howled, and a chill swept through the air, causing the Three Heroes of Wudang to shiver. Suddenly, Master Jingming shouted angrily, "How can one be considered human if one doesn't avenge one's brother? This is a matter of duty, and there's no turning back! Senior brothers, please return; I'll go myself!"

A gust of wind swept up, the branches of the forest shook, and snow fell like raindrops, only to stop in an instant. This was clearly caused by someone. The three heroes, filled with surprise and doubt, suddenly felt a lightness on their shoulders. When they looked at each other, they realized their longswords were gone, and they were terrified. Suddenly, a figure flashed behind the tree, and a short, thin old man in yellow robes emerged. He was thin and small, with a sparse, short beard, each hair showing through his flesh. His right eye gleamed, while his left eye was blind.

The old man held three longswords in his hand and said with a grin, "A message to the Taoist priest of Blue Star: the twenty-year death

pact is almost here." The three heroes of Wudang were startled, then remembered someone, and their expressions changed drastically. At the same time, they waved their sleeves and ran out of the forest. A long, soul-stirring laugh rose from the forest, echoing through the snowy fields and clearing the hazy sky. The laughter faded into the distance, eventually disappearing completely. Only the cold wind swept across the branches, and the snow-covered fields were desolate and deserted.

Huanbi Manor was filled with a joyous atmosphere. However, Lei Xiaotian, the Qiankun Hand, hadn't seen Le Yang for a long time and began to suspect something was wrong. He asked the old mountain lord why Le Yang was missing. Gong Tiandan laughed heartily, "The little rascal is just playing. He must be with Pin'er. They have their own fun; why should we care?" Lei Xiaotian dismissed this thought. As

darkness fell and Le Yang and Pin'er still hadn't appeared, not only did Lei Xiaotian become anxious, but the old mountain lord also sensed something was amiss. Just as he was about to send out more people to search, someone rushed into the hall in a panic. The old mountain lord, Gong Tiandan, demanded to know what was wrong. The man knelt on one knee and reported, "The four secret checkpoints of Great Bear Valley reported that three Taoist priests fled the mountain in a panic, injuring more than ten of our men."

Gong Tiandan looked surprised and asked, "Just three Taoist priests? Were there any others?"

The man replied, "We didn't see anyone else. One of the three Taoist priests was the Wudang Master Jingming, who had previously come to pay his respects."

Gong Tiandan waved his hand, and the man flew away. Gong Tiandan frowned and said, "This is truly strange." He then told Lei Xiaotian about Master Jingming's visit to the mountain, but wondered why Master Jingming had come but not been seen, and why he had fled the mountain.

Lei Xiaotian pondered for a moment, then exclaimed, "Wudang is a reputable sect, how could they kill and rob children..." At this point, he suddenly remembered the report that the three Wudang Taoist priests had fled the mountain in a panic. If they weren't guilty, why would they do this? He abruptly stood up and ordered his men to search the mountain.

As dawn broke, reports came in one after another, only one stating that bloodstains were found on the snow in the Great Maple Forest of the North Mountain, and two large trees appeared to have been broken by a palm strike. Gong Tiandan and the others rushed to investigate and found that the situation in the Great Maple Forest was indeed strange. Near the bloodstains, they found three darts, which belonged to Pin'er, indicating that Le Yang and Pin'er had fought with someone there.

Fu Liuguan sighed, "Could it be that Jingming destroyed the evidence? If so, they are too ruthless."

Sai Huatuo Wei Pingluo added, "I don't think Pin'er and Le Yang are destined to die young. Life and death are in the hands of fate; how could they possibly harm them?" Qiankun Shoulei Xiaotian looked worried and remained silent.

Gong Tiandan, visibly excited, exclaimed, "It must be the Three Heroes of Wudang who have come! Who else could have harmed Le Yang and Pin'er but Master Jingming? I, Gong, will leave the mountain immediately and go to Wudang to confront their leader, Master Lanxing!"

Lei Xiaotian suddenly said, "There's no need to rush. We should plan carefully before acting. Brother Wei said that Pin'er and Le Yang are not destined to die young. I believe they are safe and sound. Old Master, let's wait three days before making further plans. Besides, my third brother, Yunyue, will be arriving soon."

Gong Tiandan returned to the manor without a word, his joy instantly replaced by a cloud of sorrow.

Meanwhile, after Master Jingming struck the three acupoints of "Heavenly Deafness," "Earthly Muteness," and "Human Fainting," Le Yang and Pin'er fell into a daze, unaware of their surroundings. When they awoke, they found themselves in a stone cave. Inside, there was only a small table and a couch, carved from bluestone, with a slightly concave shape in the center. Clearly, someone had been meditating on the couch. Behind the cave were piles of yellow yam and two large red gourds.

The two men exchanged bewildered glances, especially Pin'er. He felt a chill emanating from the cave, even more biting than from Huanbi Manor. His fingers felt stiff and numb. He glanced at Le Yang and saw that Le Yang's face was pale and his lips were purple from the cold. Pin'er instinctively felt that this cave wasn't Wudang, because Wudang Mountain wasn't this cold. Although Pin'er hadn't traveled the martial world, he had overheard the heroes of Huanbi Manor discussing the deeds of extraordinary individuals. His experiences in the martial world, visiting famous mountains and great rivers, had deeply imprinted these observations in his mind.

What aroused Pin'er's suspicion was that since this cave was a place where the wind could blow and the cold was bone-chilling, the owner of the cave must be an extraordinary person. He suddenly noticed that Le Yang's lips were trembling from the cold, and his whole body was shaking like a leaf. He struggled to get up and walked stiffly in front of Le Yang, asking, "Brother Le, what's wrong?"

Le Yang's lips trembled repeatedly, and he finally managed to utter two words: "I... am cold..." Pin'er knew that Le Yang's martial arts skills were not up to par at all. Otherwise, he could have been full of vital energy by practicing internal martial arts meditation. He thought to himself, "He'll freeze to death if he's this cold."

Anxiety welled up within him. He glanced at the Solomon's seal behind the cave, noting it was twice the size of the usual specimens, its skin golden yellow. A thought struck him: "This Solomon's seal must be a rare species; perhaps consuming it can ward off the cold." He slowly walked over, picked up two exceptionally large Solomon's seals, and gave one to each of them, one to Le Yang.

Poor Le Yang, almost frozen stiff, had no strength to lift his hand or open his mouth. Pin'er held the Solomon's seal firmly, bringing it to his mouth, and he managed to eat it bit by bit with great difficulty. Sure enough, this Solomon's seal was exceptional. After Le Yang ate half, a surge of heat rose from his dantian, instantly circulating throughout his body. His strength gradually returned, and the cold felt better. His sense of taste also gradually returned; he found the Solomon's seal incredibly sweet and fragrant. Previously, his tongue had been numb, as if he were chewing on a block of ice, making a soft, crackling sound.

Le Yang was overjoyed and said, "Brother, thank you! This stuff is really good. After eating it, I don't feel as cold as before." As he spoke, hot breath billowed out like clouds, which was forced back onto his face by the cold wind, condensing into tiny ice crystals that cut like a knife. He couldn't help but shiver several times, saying how cold it was. He then asked, "Is this Wudang Mountain? Where are those Taoist priests?"

Pin'er held the Solomon's Seal and chewed it heartily. After finishing, he clapped his hands and laughed, "This isn't Wudang. I believe this cave isn't far from Huanbi Manor, just on a particularly high altitude. We must have been knocked down by the Taoist priests and then accidentally encountered by the people in the cave, who chased the priests away and brought us back to the cave. I just don't know why the cave's owner has left again."

Pin'er shook his head and laughed, "That's true of a master, but not necessarily of a righteous person." As he spoke, he gestured towards the bed.

Following the gaze, Le Yang was horrified and took two steps back, saying urgently, "Since this cave isn't far from Huanbi Manor, let's leave while the master is away."

Pin'er thought it made sense and quickly pulled Le Yang towards the cave entrance. As soon as they stepped outside, the two children screamed simultaneously, as if struck by a venomous snake, and abruptly took a step back, their eyes wide with shock. The cave was situated atop a solitary peak, with sheer cliffs thousands of feet high, surrounded by mountains, all shrouded in a vast expanse of white snow, resembling a sea of clouds and icy mountains, dazzling to the eye. A fierce, piercing wind howled, cutting like a knife in the face, chilling to the bone.

Pin'er felt there was no way to climb the cave, finding it hard to believe that the cave's master possessed such unparalleled lightness skill. No one in the world could fly; even with the best lightness skill, one couldn't leap a thousand feet in one bound. This idea was absolutely correct; without a doubt, no one in the martial arts world could fly. The fact remained: the cave was indeed atop a solitary peak, and the cave's master was He Xun. Even the clever and quick-witted Pin'er seemed a little slow at this moment.

The wind was strong, its force exceeding that of mountains, and the two small figures, clinging to the cave's edge, still swayed precariously. Suddenly, Pin'er cried out, "Brother, look at that!" pointing to a snow-capped peak to the left of the cave entrance. Le Yang saw four men in black rushing across the snow-covered peak. The mountains were shrouded in ice and snow, making the four men stand out. Although their faces were obscured, it was clear they possessed superior martial arts skills; their movements were as swift as the wind and as fast as lightning. All four wielded weapons, their cold gleaming in the snow. Le Yang couldn't help but ask, "Are these four the master of the cave?"

Pin'er, focused on the four men in black, was about to answer. Suddenly, a cold, sharp whistle rose from the cave ceiling, spreading across the sky with the wind, echoing through the mountains, swaying endlessly. The whistle, like thunder, deafened the eardrums. The two children were startled; in a flash, a yellow figure descended from above, accompanied by a massive gust of wind. The four men in black, hearing the whistle, abruptly stopped and stared up at the cave ceiling.

In the blink of an eye, the yellow-clad figure landed before the four men in black, laughing wildly, "A deadly appointment, see you there or not!" Though the two children were far from the snow-capped peak, every word was clearly audible.

One of the men in black shouted, "Free Spirit, it's time to settle this old score with interest!"

Free Spirit laughed loudly, "It should have been settled long ago, but you couldn't thirteen years ago, and you're even less likely to succeed today. Don't add interest; that would be a loss." With that, he let out another ear-piercing, loud burst of wild laughter.

At this moment, Pin'er heard the man in yellow named Xiaoyao Ke and exclaimed, "Brother Le, the master of the cave is Xiaoyao Ke! He was a notorious lone bandit in Jiangnan back in the day, specializing in double-crossing. He was incredibly skilled in martial arts and elusive. Underworld figures hated him to the core, yet they couldn't do anything to him. He had a peculiar personality; he could turn on anyone and become ruthless. I just don't know how he managed to hide on that snowy cliff." Le Yang was completely absorbed in the scene and didn't hear a word Pin'er said.

One of the men in black shouted, "The Four Fiends of Snake Mountain are no longer the ignorant fools they once were! Old Ghost Xiaoyao, don't underestimate us!"

Xiaoyao Ke's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He noticed that each of the Four Fiends of Snake Mountain had bulging temples, indicating a surge of inner strength. He thought to himself, "These Four Fiends of Snake Mountain must have found a master somewhere and learned superb martial arts. Back then, the Shen brothers were the strongest among the Four Fiends, with Liu Xiangkui and Li Wenbin being inferior. Now that they've attacked Shen Long, we can test their other skills." After thinking it over, he looked at Shen Long and said in a deep voice, "Very good. I haven't started killing in nine years. My hands are itching to fight, but I wonder how to calculate this debt?"

Suddenly, Li Wenbin shouted, "Old Ghost Xiaoyao, what happened to your left eye?"

This was a major taboo for Xiaoyao Ke. He snorted coldly, his body swaying to the left, his hand moving like lightning, striking Li Wenbin's "Jade Hall" acupoint on his chest with the move "Pushing the Mountain and Lifting the Cauldron." Li Wenbin cried out in alarm, his body shifting to the side. His nine-sectioned serpent spear clattered loudly as it straightened, aiming for the carefree traveler's palm. Simultaneously, his left palm shot out, two fingers forming a pincer movement, aiming directly at the carefree traveler's "Tianxi" acupoint under his ribs.

Li Wenbin's technique was truly exquisite and ingenious; one long, one short, his attack from the side—not only was the coordination seamless, but his pressure points were also incredibly precise. Had it not been for the carefree traveler, he would have perished under the spear and the two fingers. The carefree traveler was secretly alarmed, thinking, "If I let you escape, wouldn't my nine years of arduous training in the Cold Qi technique be wasted?" He didn't retreat with his "Pushing Mountains and Lifting Cauldrons" palm strike, but instead flew outwards, leaping and exhaling. His right hand flashed out, flicking at the spearhead, his body slightly twisting to avoid the two fingers.

The Nine-Section Serpent Spear was flicked by Xiaoyao Ke's five fingers, sending Li Wenbin soaring high into the air. Losing his grip, he flew out of Li Wenbin's hand. The loss of the spear was not the problem; Li Wenbin felt Xiaoyao Ke's right palm approaching, a force ten times colder than ice, heavy as a mountain. He instinctively parried, but with a loud thud, Li Wenbin stumbled back three or four steps, landing heavily on his backside, his face ashen, his eyes glazed.

Xiaoyao Ke had only used forty percent of his strength in that palm strike, yet seeing its power, Li Wenbin was secretly pleased. Nine years of enduring the daily onslaught of the fierce winds had not been in vain. Seeing Li Wenbin's expression, Shen Long knew he was clearly suffering internal injuries. He flew closer and crouched down to examine him. He found Li Wenbin completely devoid of heat, icy cold to the bone, beads of sweat on his forehead turning into ice crystals. Shen Long was shocked and enraged, letting out a roar as the Sun and Moon Wheels surged forth from his hands.

The wheels gleamed, swirling like lightning. The moves were incredibly precise: locking, seizing, hooking, grabbing, cutting, rolling, and deflecting—each strike aimed precisely at the unexpected parts of the carefree traveler's body. The carefree traveler only defended, his figure soaring through the silvery shadows of the wheels. He secretly admired the exquisite skill of Shen Long's Sun and Moon Twin Wheels technique, thinking, "Why don't I steal these wheel moves and, once I've memorized them, teach them to the two children in the cave?" Shen Long had

only performed half of the move when a sudden gust of wind swept behind him. Knowing the other two fiends had ambushed him with hidden weapons, he was enraged. He abruptly rose five or six zhang (approximately 10-13 meters) into the air. Shen Hu and Liu Xiangkui's twenty-four Heart-Severing White Tiger Nails all missed. Suddenly, the carefree traveler changed his position in mid-air, his palms flying down in a sudden attack.

A chilling aura surged forth, and amidst a sharp, piercing whistle, two agonizing screams rang out. Shen Hu and Liu Xiangkui, struck by the Free Spirit's icy palm strike, were sent flying more than three zhang away, spitting out blood like a fountain, convulsing, and dying instantly. Seeing his brother's death, Shen Long, overcome with brotherly love, his eyes widened in fury, and he roared as he lunged forward. His roar echoed through the valleys, the sound waves rising from below, instantly transforming into an avalanche, a deafening roar. The earth cracked and the sky seemed to collapse, ice and snow cascading down like a tidal wave, white dust and mist billowing into the heavens, shaking the entire area for dozens of miles.

The Free Spirit, his hands lashing out, seized the Sun and Moon Wheels of the Dragon-Sinking Dragon. He felt a sudden tremor beneath his feet, realizing the danger, and soared like an eagle, plummeting towards the solitary, towering peak.

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