Ten Years of Lone Sword and Vast Sea Alliance [Complete] - 5

Chapter Five: Xuanyuan Divine Finger, Qingfeng Withdraws from the Altar, Sad and Resentful, White-Robed Scholar, Fallen Flowers in

Vain, Intending to Forge Feathers, Traveling in an Inn. The willow catkins and poplar fluff of April evoke endless melancholy. In a welcoming inn south of Shijiazhuang, Xie Yunyue leaned against the bedpost, his eyes gazing blankly out the window. A poplar tree beside the window swayed in the morning breeze, its fluff drifting into the room and scattering across the floor. The dawn broke, the sky clear and cloudless, a vast expanse of blue. Xie Yunyue stared intently at the sky, not pondering, but simply lost in thought, softly reciting: "It seems spring has come too late, no need to lament its fleeting beauty, the mad wind has swept away the deep reds, green leaves now provide shade, branches laden with fruit." He was, in fact, lamenting the passing of spring. He

had returned from Gangshang Town the previous night, almost past four in the morning, and hadn't slept a wink. On the way back to the inn from the hill, only Miss Jiang thanked them profusely; the rest remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts, harboring a mystery about Xie Yunyue. Upon returning to the inn, they said they were tired and went to their rooms.

Jiang Zongyao and Dongfang Yukun still couldn't figure out what kind of technique Xie Yunyue had used. They simply couldn't see his movements; he was like a ghost. If they could say they saw something clearly, it was like a wisp of smoke that vanished in an instant. Therefore, they pondered his origins and lineage. This was because they were prominent figures among the younger generation, and even among the older generation, those who could rival them were few and far between. Compared to Xie Yunyue, they were worlds apart.

Dwarf Fang Shuo had thought the same thing. Twenty years ago, he had unintentionally obtained the "True Manual of Five Elements Qi Gong," intending to study it with his sworn brother, Xie Wen, the Soul Chaser. However, Xie Wen's whereabouts were unpredictable, and he could never find him. So, he secluded himself on Mount Song to study the Five Elements Palm Technique. Six years later, he descended the mountain, only to find that he and his sworn brother were separated by death. For fifteen years, he had wandered the martial world, constantly thinking of revenge. However, his sworn brother had too many enemies, and they were all very secretive. Before he could find out the truth, he had no way to take action. Last night, he encountered this son of his sworn brother. Seeing his movements and techniques, which were all unpredictable and mysterious, with his experience, prestige, and familiarity with all the schools and sects in the martial world, how could he not see through his origins? Moreover, he was not even twenty years old yet, and he had already become an elder of the Beggars' Sect. The Beggars' Sect's influence was now spread throughout the world, and its seniority and rules were extremely strict. How could he be an elder...? These were all enigmas that he could not solve.

As for Miss Jiang, she was worried about her future. She had no relatives or friends, and the world was vast and desolate. She felt utterly alone and didn't know where she could find refuge. Overwhelmed by her plight, tears welled up in

her eyes. Xie Yunyue had originally planned to set off north this morning, but unexpectedly encountered Uncle Jing, the short, aloof man. Last night, he had displayed an astonishing martial arts technique. He hadn't intended to reveal it, but he was angry that the Qingfeng Gang had mobilized so many people for a young girl. Recalling the attack on his father in Sanxiang, the situation was exactly the same, and a nameless indignation welled up in his heart. He had impulsively unleashed this rare and extraordinary "Eighteen Discourses of Xuanyuan." However, to avoid doing so, last night's events wouldn't have been resolved so smoothly. He wanted to stay in Shijiazhuang for a day, ask Uncle Jing if he had found out who his old enemy was, and then decide on his next steps. After thinking it over, he subconsciously sighed and stood up to go outside.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp gust of wind; he knew someone was coming, and he stopped in his tracks. A man stood before him, and Xie Yunyue, upon closer inspection, was overjoyed. It was none other than the Nine-Fingered Beggar, Cang Xi. Xie Yunyue was delighted and quickly stepped forward, grasping Cang Xi's hands, saying with a smile, "Brother, when did you arrive safely in Shijiazhuang? How did you know my address? Please come in and sit down so we can talk.

" Cang Xi's eyes gleamed, and he smiled, looking at Xie Yunyue for a moment before saying, "No need. Brother, I already know the details of your journey. I must first congratulate you." He paused, and Xie Yunyue blushed. Cang Xi smiled and continued, "The Red Flag Gang has now withdrawn from northern Jiangsu. Yuwen Lei harbors deep resentment and has recently dispatched several groups of skilled men to investigate your lineage and past." "I'm still unaware that you, my virtuous brother, are the strange youth. Last night's events have become widely known. Although the Qingfeng Gang withdrew from the post this morning, you inadvertently revealed Yu Long's name, and they discovered that Yu Long is a member of the Beggars' Gang. Therefore, the Qingfeng Gang instigated the Anqing Gang to question the Beggars' Gang about why they disturbed the area and caused the fighting, and to inquire about your background."

Cang Xi paused, then continued, "The Anqing Gang's influence extends throughout the Hebei-Chahar-Shandong region, and they are secretly supported by the Eight Banners princes in the capital. Their power is immense, so the Beggars' Gang cannot openly confront them. Just as I arrived at the outer hall of the stone gate, I immediately ordered Yu Long to report that the Beggars' Gang is also not openly..." Therefore, those who fought against the Qingfeng Gang yesterday carried our sect's token. Our sect's rule is to recognize the token, not the person. We obey orders without question. If your sect has any inquiries, the person who carried the token last night can go to the Tianqi Temple in the north of the city tonight. Your sect can inquire there. Therefore, I am here to inform you that it is best for you to go alone. Although the Anqing Gang has no shortage of skilled fighters, your martial arts are more than enough to handle them. I heard that your actions last night were extraordinary, rarely seen in the martial arts world. Tonight, on your trip to the Tianqi Temple, many martial arts masters from Yanyun will surely come to admire you, or force you to take action. You are a smart man, so you should weigh the pros and cons and resolve the situation calmly."

Then he straightened his face . He said, "Brother, please don't misunderstand. I have no grudge against you. Since I gave you the copper bell, you can do as you please. However, there's an unexpected situation this time. The Anqing Gang has a man named Yang Xijie. I received a favor from him in the past, and I can't afford to offend him. I'll have to trouble you a little." Suddenly, Cang Xi glanced outside the courtyard and said, "Brother, it's best not to travel with Ai Fangshuo and Jing Fang this time you seek revenge. Everyone in the martial arts world knows that he and your father are sworn brothers. Otherwise, it will arouse suspicion and cause trouble. That's all I have to say. We'll meet at Lugou Bridge." With that, he leaped over the rooftops and disappeared without a trace.

Xie Yunyue couldn't help but sigh at how the martial arts world could so easily escalate grievances over trivial matters. Even things that didn't concern him could cause endless disputes. He felt that the Anqing Gang was being too unreasonable and resolved to teach them a lesson. A moment later, footsteps sounded outside the courtyard, and Ai Fangshuo, Jing Fang, and the others walked in with smiles. Upon seeing Xie Yunyue, Dongfang Yukun, the Heavenly Gang Swordsman, smiled and said, "Brother Yan, you're up early!"

Xie Yunyue replied, "I haven't slept all night. When I came back, it was almost dawn, so I decided not to sleep."

The short, wiping Fang Shuo entered the room, plopped down on the bed, and asked, "Nephew, I haven't slept all night either. I'm still trying to figure out which school or style the technique you used last night. Can you tell me?"

Xie Yunyue paused, then replied, "I don't know its origin or style either. This technique isn't particularly magical; it relies solely on speed. Eyes, hands, and body must all be coordinated to catch the opponent off guard and attack where they have no defense." "That's all. If the other party is on guard, then there's nothing I can do."

The short Fang Shuo seemed unconvinced, shaking his head. "Little brat, you're hiding something from an old man like me? But since you won't tell, I can't force you. But you're so young, why did you become an elder of the Beggars' Sect?"

Xie Yunyue smiled and said, "Uncle, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you. It's because I saved someone from the Beggars' Sect on the way, and that person gave me a token, saying that if I were in danger, I could use the token to contact the Beggars' Sect, but only once. According to the Beggars' Sect's rules, anyone holding a token represents the status of an elder, so he..." "We addressed you as 'Elder Nephew' last night because that's the rule of the sect."

Upon hearing this, Dwarf Fang Shuo seemed unconvinced, shaking his head and laughing, "That's truly absurd."

Miss Jiang Yao bowed gracefully to Xie Yunyue, saying, "Thank you so much for protecting me last night, young hero. I thank you deeply

." Xie Yunyue waved his hand, and Miss Jiang felt a gentle force stop her from bowing. Her phoenix eyes were filled with surprise. Xie Yunyue said, "Miss Jiang, why are you so formal? For us chivalrous people, helping others is our duty, nothing to boast about." He then turned to Jiang Zongyao and Dongfang Yukun, smiling, "Brother Jiang, Brother Dongfang, Miss Jiang escaped..." After the Qingfeng Gang's departure, we realized she was all alone and destitute, with no relatives to turn to. We must do our best to help her. I thought, since you are from a reputable sect, could you recommend her to join your esteemed school?"

Jiang Zongyao and Dongfang Yukun chimed in with laughter, "Even if you don't say so, we have the same idea. We recommend Miss Jiang to our sect's Master Manyin. Our Master Manyin possesses unparalleled Zen and martial arts skills, yet she has no successor. Miss Jiang's talent and aptitude are both exceptional; Master Manyin will surely not refuse." Upon hearing this, Miss Jiang's face lit up with joy, tears welling in her eyes. She smiled gently and thanked him.

At this moment, Dwarf Fang Shuo shouted, "You children are talking all you want, neglecting this old man like yourself!" Dongfang Yuyao and the others laughed at his outburst, knowing that this Elder Jing was known for his humor.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound reached their ears, startling everyone. They turned to look out the window, where three people stood upright. Two were dark-skinned, gaunt old men in black robes, one of whom had four large red bumps on his left forehead, arranged in a cross shape. The other was a handsome young man in white robes, with long eyebrows that reached his temples. Unfortunately, his complexion was pale with a hint of blue, and his eyes were shifty and unpredictable, clearly those of a lewd and sinister person. His eyes were fixed on Jiang Yaohong's face, a half-smile playing on his lips. Upon seeing this man, Jiang Yaohong's beautiful face paled, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

When Dwarf Fang Shuo saw them, he laughed loudly, "Who do we have here? It's the Twin Monsters of the Heavenly Gate Black Cave!" With that, he shoved his palms against the window, and he too flew out of the window. Xie Yunyue and the other three followed him out at the same time.

The courtyard was only about four zhang square, and the eight people from both sides felt quite cramped. The Black Cave Duo, after the short Fang Shuo unleashed his Five Elements Qi, instantly darted back two zhang, standing on the brick altar in the flowerbed, and chuckled softly, "Old Jing, why are you so petty, attacking us without any regard for reason? We didn't come here to cause you trouble. Are we worried about not having time to settle old scores?"

The short Fang Shuo asked in surprise, "Then why did you come here?"

The black-faced old man with a red mole on his forehead laughed, "Old Jing, this is an inn. If you can come, then of course I can too. Alright, tell the truth. We were invited by this person." As he spoke, he pointed to the young man... Nian Yi pointed and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Li Ruyuan, the White-Robed Scholar, a disciple of the Snow Mountain Demon, one of the Three Wonders of the World. He has come specifically for Miss Jiang Yaohong."

The three—Ai Fangshuo, Dongfang Yukun, and Jiang Zongyao—were all deeply shocked. Although they had never heard of Li Ruyuan, the White-Robed Scholar, his master, the Snow Mountain Demon, was a notorious figure who had dominated the martial world for the past seventy or eighty years. His martial arts were unparalleled, and he acted without regard for right or wrong, solely based on his whims. Anyone who crossed him was certain to die. People in the martial world would avoid him at all costs, and no one dared to challenge his power. Fortunately, the Snow Mountain Demon rarely appeared in the martial world; otherwise, the martial world would be even more chaotic.

Upon hearing that the white-robed scholar Li Ruyuan was one of the Three Wonders of the Universe, the Snow Mountain Demon, Dwarf Fang Shuo turned to face Li Ruyuan and nodded in greeting. However, Li Ruyuan didn't even glance at Dwarf Fang Shuo, merely snorting and his eyes gleaming with lust as he said, "Sister Yao, now that you've left the Qingfeng Gang, you can accompany me to the Snow Mountain. I guarantee the Qingfeng Gang will never bother you again." He then reached out to

pull Jiang Yao Hong towards him. Jiang Yao Hong's face was frosty, and she remained silent. Just as Li Ruyuan's greedy expression reached out, Jiang Yao Hong dodged behind Xie Yunyue, glaring angrily at Li Ruyuan. Seeing Li Ruyuan's extreme arrogance, Dwarf Fang Shuo was already seething with anger. His rudeness towards Miss Jiang only fueled his rage. He thrust his right palm forward, aiming a blow at Li Ruyuan's chest, shouting, "You brat, how dare you be so disrespectful to an old man like me!"

Li Ruyuan snorted coldly, using his right hand—which hadn't yet withdrawn from pulling Miss Jiang—to meet Dwarf Fang Shuo's palm strike. A loud "thud" was heard, and Dwarf Fang Shuo was forced back a step, while Li Ruyuan only swayed slightly at the shoulder. This clearly demonstrated the difference in their internal strength; Dwarf Fang Shuo was astonished by Li Ruyuan's profound skill, while the Black Cave Monster wore a disdainful sneer.

The short, white-haired Fang Shuo, his eyebrows and beard bristling with rage, shouted, "Youngster, try taking another palm strike from me!" As he spoke, he channeled his power into both palms and suddenly spat it out. Li Ruyuan smiled coldly, flipped his palms, and struck out in a crisscross pattern, delivering five palm strikes in a row. When the first palm strikes met, both of them felt a slight tremor in their shoulders. But when Li Ruyuan delivered the second, third, fourth, and fifth palm strikes, the short, white-haired Fang Shuo was caught off guard by the simultaneous attack of five palm strikes and had no time to retaliate. He stumbled and staggered, losing his footing and being forced back three or four steps by the force of the palm strikes.

At this moment, Li Ruyuan's face darkened, and he said, "Jing Fang, if it weren't for Miss Jiang's sake, I would have you killed on the spot."

Dwarf Fang Shuo laughed wildly, "I'm afraid not."

The old man with a red mole on his forehead, the Black Hole Duo, sarcastically said, "Old Jing, if you want to see the real deal, there's a wide open space outside this wall. You can stretch your legs there, so you won't die claiming innocence."

Dwarf Fang Shuo sneered, "Hmph, I'm not going to die yet. The King of Hell said it's too much trouble to detain me. Why don't you go first?" He then looked at Li Ruyuan and said, "Do you dare to go?"

Li Ruyuan also laughed, "If you want to die quickly, what is there for me not to go?" His laughter contained boundless killing intent, sending chills down everyone's spines.

Dwarf Fang Shuo glared fiercely at Li Ruyuan, then with a slight movement, he leaped over the wall like a bullet, the Black Hole Duo following suit. The scholar in white stood motionless, smiling at Jiang Yaohong. His smile, framing his jade-like face, made him undeniably handsome, but it was incongruous with his shifty, lewd eyes. Suddenly, he moved. Dongfang Yukun and Jiang Zongyao, fearing he would attack Jiang Yaohong again, drew their swords to protect her.

Li Ruyuan glared at Jiang Zongyao and the others, then smiled at Jiang Yaohong, saying, "Sister Yaohong, I know I've used many schemes for you. No matter how you see me, my heart is as firm as stone for you. From now on, wherever you go, I will follow you to the ends of the earth." With that, he leaped over the wall.

Xie Yunyue remained silent throughout, admiring Li Ruyuan's skill. He knew Miss Jiang avoided him like the plague, suggesting she had some unspeakable pain. Knowing he was bound to act today, he smiled and said, "Let's go take a look." The four of them simultaneously crossed the wall. Outside was indeed an open space, about twenty or thirty feet from the nearest house, flanked by ponds where geese and ducks frolicked.

At this moment, Dwarf Fangshuo and Li Ruyuan circled each other in the center of the open space, their eyes fixed on one another, unwavering. With such a formidable enemy before them, they dared not relax their guard. After circling three or four times, Dwarf Fangshuo suddenly shouted, unleashing a circular palm strike. Li Ruyuan slightly retreated, crossed his palms again, and repeated the same technique, unleashing a series of circular palm strikes. This time, however, he didn't directly block the attack; his footwork and agility were exquisitely executed. Only someone of Dwarf Fangshuo's skill could withstand such a strike.

Ai Fangshuo, relying on his superior skill and experience, and the Five Elements Palm being a rare martial art in the martial world, and Li Ruyuan, also relying on his talent, pure moves, and the unique Snow Mountain martial arts, fought to a draw within thirty moves. Xie Yunyue thought to himself, "Uncle Jing's fame is hard-earned; I mustn't let Li Ruyuan ruin it. It's best to take him down in time." After deciding, he said to Dongfang Yukun and the others, "Second brother, protect Miss Jiang; I fear the Black Cave Duo might make a move." As he spoke, he slightly moved his shoulder and stepped into the circle, saying, "Uncle, I'm more than capable of dealing with such arrogant figures. Let me make the move."

Ai Fangshuo, upon hearing this, knew that his nephew could certainly contend with Li Ruyuan. With a "Reverse Thousand Waves" somersault, he flipped out of the circle and laughed, "Nephew, be careful."

Li Ruyuan saw Xie Yunyue... Upon entering, a burning jealousy flared within him. Xie Yunyue's handsome demeanor far surpassed his own. He had mistakenly assumed Jiang Yaohong had been hiding behind him, ignoring him, but Xie Yunyue had remained oblivious. His face hardened with murderous intent as he demanded, "Who are you? Could it be that you were the one who subdued the Qingfeng Gang last night?"

Xie Yunyue smiled, "That's right, it was me. As for who I am, you're not worthy to ask."

Li Ruyuan chuckled coldly, "You're too arrogant, especially in front of me." He knew of Xie Yunyue's astonishing display of skill against the Qingfeng Gang last night, but confident in his own martial arts prowess, he believed few in the martial world could rival him. He suspected that others had exaggerated Xie Yunyue's abilities, leading to rumors that he wasn't as miraculous as the legends portrayed. He was deeply in love with Jiang Yaohong, which was why he had come seeking her out. Seeing Xie Yunyue remain silent, and convinced that the rumors were somewhat exaggerated, he concluded that Xie Yunyue's claims were far from true.

Xie Yunyue retorted with a cold laugh, "You're incredibly arrogant in front of me."

Li Ruyuan said in a deep voice, "Friend, stop arguing. You'll have to withstand my palm strike before you spout nonsense." With that, he unleashed a flurry of five palm strikes, each stronger than the last, the force of which roared and surged towards Xie Yunyue. Xie Yunyue stood motionless on the ground, the force of the palm strikes dissipating five inches from his body, not even causing his collar to flutter. Li Ruyuan was greatly alarmed, wondering what kind of skill this young man was using, and whether it was somewhat sinister.

It turned out that Xie Yunyue had secretly used the Maitreya Zen Skill to protect his body. Fortunately, he hadn't yet released any rebound force; otherwise, even ten Li Ruyuans would have been sent flying. At this moment, Xie Yunyue laughed and said, "Now you have to take my palm strike and see if you have the right to be arrogant." As he spoke, he swung his right palm diagonally, using the third move of the twelve forms of Maitreya Zen Kung Fu, "Silent Vajra Subduing," but the palm strike was light and airy, as if he had not used his full strength.

The white-robed scholar, Li Ruyuan, was also a man of exceptional talent and beauty. Before he was even six years old, he was taken up the mountain by the Snow Mountain Demon God, where he learned all the martial arts. His personality gradually shaped him from his master, Ye Rong. Although he rarely committed evil, his greatest flaw was his willfulness. For example, if he desired something, he would go to great lengths to obtain it, no matter the difficulty. His actions regarding Jiang Yaohong were a prime example. But what fueled his willfulness? Needless to say, it was his astonishing martial arts skills. After descending the mountain, people in the martial arts world, upon learning that he was a disciple of the Snow Mountain Demon God, would always give him a wide berth. Even if they defeated him, there were still older figures to contend with; this troublemaker was not to be trifled with. In fact, very few people could match his martial arts skills. But now it was different. He struck out with a circular palm strike without even lifting the opponent's clothes. The opponent was so shocked that his eyes turned pale. He saw the opponent gently release a palm strike. Although he couldn't see anything magical about it, he knew that the palm strike was a bit strange. He couldn't help but use the Snow Mountain's ultimate technique, "Mountain Shaking Qi Gong," with a loud roar coming from his throat. He flipped his wrists to meet the incoming palm strike.

This "Mountain-Shaking Qi Gong" was extraordinary. Anyone within a ten-zhang radius who was struck would have their joints shattered, and the demon's head would be like a lump of mud. However, when Li Ruyuan unleashed his "Mountain-Shaking Qi Gong," it was as if a mud ox had entered the sea, completely ineffective. He saw a faint gust of wind emanating from the incoming palm, a cool sensation on his face, followed by a soft, invisible potential attacking his body, growing stronger and stronger. This force gradually increased, and he felt powerless to retaliate. After a while, he felt as if he had transformed into a stream of air heavier than a mountain, pressing down on his entire body. His limbs became numb, his mouth fell silent, and his body was forced back slowly by the potential force, blood continuously seeping from his eyes and facial features. At this moment, Li Ruyuan no longer resembled a handsome young man; he was practically a blood-soaked demon. With each step he retreated... Everyone's hearts jolted. His retreat accelerated, and Xie Yunyue slowly withdrew his raised hand. Li Ruyuan swayed and fell beside the pond, his head submerged in the water. The Black Cave Duo rushed to help him up. They saw Li Ruyuan's eyes were closed, his face as white as paper, the blood seeping from his features washed away by the water.

It turned out that Xie Yunyue was furious with Li Ruyuan for his arrogance and for bullying Jiang Yaohong. He thought: "Do you think you can act so recklessly just because you're a disciple of the Snow Mountain Demon? This martial arts world cannot tolerate such a willful and unreasonable person!" With a thought, he unleashed the Maitreya Divine Skill. The twelve forms of the Maitreya Divine Skill were a secret art that seized the power of heaven and earth. Each form contained unique subtleties and boundless power. The twelve forms gathered the essence of all martial arts: Unload, Adhere, Neutralize, Rebound, Absorb, Vibrate, Shift, Close, Borrow, Push, Hard, and Soft. He used the third move, "Silent Vajra," to dissolve the mountain-shaking qigong that Li Ruyuan was pushing into the Maitreya Divine Skill, and slowly forced it away. He thought that Li Ruyuan could not withstand his Maitreya Divine Skill, plus the power he had just exerted.

After the two monsters from the Black Cave abducted Li Ruyuan, he remained unconscious. Despite their best efforts, he remained unresponsive, causing the monsters' expressions to change. It was then that the old man with the pale face spoke, looking at Xie Yunyue with a wry smile, "Your actions have caused a great deal of trouble. My brothers and I must escort Li Ruyuan back to the mountain. If the Snow Mountain Demons ask, how are we supposed to answer?"

Xie Yunyue snorted, "Who told you to come here and bully us? You started this trouble yourselves. Won't you tell the Snow Mountain Demons the truth?"

The old man with the dark face smiled wryly again, "That's true, but the Snow Mountain Demons aren't so easily persuaded. We tried to dissuade Li Ruyuan when he came, but he insisted on not listening..."

Xie Yunyue interjected with a smile: “You don’t need to say anything more. I know you’re in a bit of a predicament…” As he spoke, he tapped Li Ruyuan’s chest with his hand and added, “This person will wake up in a while, but he will temporarily lose his power and will be even more unable to move. With the martial arts of the Snow Mountain demons, it won’t be difficult to help him recover. As for my name, I can’t tell you. I hope you can pass on the message that I really need to go to the Snow Mountain for a visit.”

The Black Cave Twins breathed a heavy sigh of relief, as if they were much more at ease. The old man with the black face and no moles said, “Your words are enough. We are deeply indebted to you, but we are afraid we will never be able to repay you in this lifetime.” He then turned to the short Fang Shuo and smiled, “Brother Jing, we’ll meet again.” He picked up Li Ruyuan and, along with the other monster, turned and rode away.

Everyone climbed over the wall back to their rooms. Dwarf Fang Shuo laughed loudly, "Nephew, your somewhat wicked martial arts are something I've never seen before, not even in my past life!" It seemed even a renowned figure like Dwarf Fang Shuo couldn't discern the origin of the Maitreya Divine Skill, mistaking it for an evil art.

Xie Yunyue simply smiled, offering no reply to his uncle's words. He suddenly asked Jiang Yaohong, "Miss Jiang, do you have any connection with Li Ruyuan?"

Jiang Yaohong's almond-shaped eyes had already reddened, on the verge of tears. She had only managed to hold back in front of everyone, but now, at his question, she could no longer contain herself, and tears flowed like a torrent. The pain that had been building up in her heart for years, once released, burst forth like a flood. Only after Miss Jiang had stopped crying did she slowly speak.

It turned out that Jiang Yaohong's father, Jiang Feng, was a martial arts master, but his skills were mediocre, and he could never rise above others. He worked as a bodyguard for a wealthy merchant in his hometown of Pingyang County, Shanxi Province. He was a heavy drinker and was always drunk. However, he was kind and honest, and the wealthy merchant, seeing his good character, treated him differently and specially allocated two rooms in the outer wing for him and his family to live in. Jiang Feng was an optimistic and content man, so he wholeheartedly followed the wealthy merchant. Jiang Yaohong was already seven years old and had grown up to be as lovely as jade. When he had nothing to do, Jiang Feng would teach her some basic stances and martial arts, but unfortunately, his skills were not high, and he only gave her guidance sporadically, so he couldn't teach her well no matter what he did. Jiang Yaohong really liked practicing martial arts and always used the half-finished style of punches her father had taught her, kicking and flicking her palms all day long, and she did look quite good.

One night, Jiang Feng and his colleagues got drunk again. He went back to his room and fell asleep immediately. Little did he know that disaster would strike that very night. Dozens of masked bandits scaled the wall and committed a massacre. Everyone in the house was terrified and killed. Four or five bandits broke into Jiang Feng's room. By the time Jiang Feng awoke, it was too late. A flash of swords met him, and his body lay dead on the bed. Jiang Yaohong's mother was also raped and murdered by the bandits. Jiang Yaohong fainted from fright. When she woke up, everything around her was different. Lying on the bed, she saw an old Taoist priest with a strange face standing in front of her, smiling and saying, "Child, are you hungry?"

Jiang Yaohong got up and looked around. She knew that she was in the middle of the mountains. Although she was only seven years old, she knew that her parents' deaths were closely related to this old Taoist priest. She didn't ask any questions about her parents and just nodded. As time went by, they learned that the old Taoist was named Fenglei Daoren Zhan Ming, and that the sprawling mansions nestled among the mountains were the headquarters of the Qingfeng Gang, known as Liangshan Bird Crow's Beak. Fenglei Daoren was the senior brother of the gang leader, Thousand-Handed Laughing Buddha Jian Hong. The people coming and going in the mountains were all fierce-looking

martial arts practitioners; at first glance, they were quite striking, but after seeing them many times, they became quite ordinary. Fenglei Daoren truly loved Jiang Yaohong and passed on all his martial arts skills to her. They addressed each other as godfather and daughter. Ten years passed in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Yaohong was now seventeen years old, graceful and beautiful. Many in the Qingfeng Gang coveted her beauty, but because of Fenglei Daoren, and because she herself was as cold as ice, a rose with thorns, no one dared to touch her.

Although Fenglei Daoren acted viciously and ruthlessly, he was also quite upright and honest, and his care for Jiang Yaohong was meticulous, as strict as that of a father and daughter. The gang leader, Thousand-Handed Laughing Buddha Pu Hong, was fond of women. Seeing Jiang Yaohong's stunning beauty, he couldn't resist her allure. He persuaded his senior brother to let Jiang Yaohong manage the gang's records and documents. Feng Lei Zhenren, unsuspecting, agreed. Jiang Yaohong then took on the role of scribe in the Qingfeng Gang, managing the roster and documents. Because of her close proximity to Pu Hong, he gradually began to seduce her. Jiang Yaohong never reciprocated, and several times Feng Lei Zhenren flew into a rage over this. Pu Hong, however, refused to give up and tried every means to persuade her, but she ignored him. Yet, on romantic nights, she would often secretly shed tears, lamenting her ill fate.

One day, while she was organizing her books, Master Fenglei brought a handsome young man to show her around. This young man was none other than the white-robed scholar Li Ruyuan mentioned earlier. When Jiang Yaohong first saw him, she felt that Li Ruyuan's eyes were more sinister than righteous, and his behavior was frivolous, so she didn't like him at all. However, Li Ruyuan fell in love with her at first sight and always invited her to go out for walks and chats in the mountains. Jiang Yaohong couldn't resist the introduction from Master Fenglei and occasionally accompanied him on his trips. Once, she almost lost her virginity to Li Ruyuan. From then on, she was terrified of Li Ruyuan whenever she saw him. When the gang leader Pu Hong learned of this, he mocked Li Ruyuan. In a fit of anger, the white-robed scholar left Lüliang Mountain, vowing that he would not give up until he married Miss Jiang.

Unfortunately, this happy time didn't last long. Master Fenglei fell ill and was bedridden. Jiang Yaohong served him medicine and stayed by his side day and night without sleep. However, as he aged, his blood and energy waned, and his condition worsened. Master Fenglei knew he would not recover. Holding Jiang Yaohong's hand, he smiled bitterly and said, "Yao'er, although I have never married and have no children, having you by my side is no different from having my own children. But nothing lasts forever. I am old and frail, and now I am seriously ill. It seems that leaving you behind is only a matter of time. I worry about you. Being in a tiger's den, I fear that after my death, you will be violated by my good-for-nothing junior brother. Therefore, before I die, I am making arrangements for you." "I was too late to save your father from death, so I brought you back to the mountain. It all started when a wealthy merchant acquired a precious sword, which my helper inadvertently discovered, leading to the tragic death of your entire family. When I heard of this, I rushed there, but I was too late, causing your parents' misfortune..."

Jiang Yaohong sobbed. Master Fenglei sighed, "Child, you don't need to grieve so much. What's done is done; what's the use of regret? I myself led people astray, losing my conscience and using bloody hands, making me unacceptable in the martial world. But I never killed the innocent indiscriminately. My peaceful end today is not without reason. I resolved to stop doing evil from now on, but..." "If it were so easy, who would have let me off the hook for all the evil I've done before? I had no choice but to take refuge with my junior brother Pu Hong, and for over a decade I haven't set foot in the martial world. I'm afraid the martial world has gradually forgotten the name of the Wind and Thunder Master. Now that things have come to this, I am already more than satisfied..."

He paused again and said, "I knew you wanted to take revenge on your parents. In the past, when you were investigating in the gang, who dared to utter a single word to you? They even burned this page in the notebook for you. Now the enemy who killed your parents is the head of the Sichuan branch, known as the 'Death-Taking Marquis Tang.' Since you were adopted by me, you left the main branch and went to Sichuan. For over a decade, you haven't set foot in Lüliang." "Take a step up the mountain. However, with your martial arts skills, you are still no match for him. But after leaving the mountain, find a wise master and learn unparalleled skills. Only then can you avenge your great grudge. Before, I hoped that you would marry Li Ruyuan, but alas, you did not think highly of him. Matters of love should be based on mutual consent, and I cannot force you."

As he spoke, he reached into his robes and took out a command flag, handing it to Jiang Yaohong, saying, "It seems that I will not live past the day after tomorrow. You can take this flag and escape from the main hall tomorrow night, fleeing to the capital region. As for what happens after that, that depends on your fate." Jiang Yaohong cried, her face streaked with tears, like a heartbroken child. Master Fenglei sighed deeply, closing his eyes with tears in his eyes and remaining silent.

The following night, Master Fenglei indeed fell critically ill, repeatedly losing consciousness. Upon regaining consciousness, he forcefully ordered Jiang Yaohong to escape. Though reluctant, Jiang Yaohong had no choice but to go. She hastily packed a few changes of clothes, some loose silver, and a sharp sword, leaving Lüliang Mountain. Before departing, she bowed three times to Master Fenglei. During her escape, she was spotted by the short Fang Shuo, who followed her. Jiang Yaohong, carrying the order, broke through more than ten checkpoints, lying that she was fetching medicine for Master Fenglei, thus deceiving him. By dawn, she had left the mountains and entered Lishi County.

On the morning of the third day, Master Fenglei passed away. Pu Hong, the Thousand-Faced Laughing Buddha, noticed that Miss Jiang was not by his side and became suspicious. He immediately ordered an investigation and discovered that Jiang Yaohong had escaped from the main hall. He then dispatched several groups of skilled men to capture her within a strict time limit and sent letters to various branch offices, instructing them to act as they saw fit and capture her alive. It was because of this order that Miss Jiang was spared from being killed. Firstly, Pu Hong had long coveted her beauty, and more importantly, she had seen all the members of the gang's roster. This matter concerned the survival of the Qingfeng Gang, so how could he not be anxious and angry?

After entering Lishi County, Jiang Yaohong rested briefly and ate her fill before hurriedly setting off. She traveled through Jiaocheng, Taiyuan, Jingchu, and arrived at Shimen. The journey was fraught with danger, and she escaped only thanks to the secret help of Ai Fangshuo. Unexpectedly, she was now being pursued and challenged to a duel by the gang members. At this point, Jiang Yaohong's eyes welled up with tears again.

Hearing this, Xie Yunyue and the other two sighed. Dongfang Yukun quickly said, "Miss Jiang, you don't need to be sad. Senior Brother Jiang and I will set off at noon to escort you to your master, Abbess Manyin, so that you can learn your ultimate skills. Even if you can't avenge your family and friends, you can still do it."

Jiang Yaohong smiled through her tears and thanked him. At this moment, the short Fang Shuo shouted again, "Have you little brats finished whispering? This old man's mouth is so bland!"

Xie Yunyue laughed, "Uncle, don't you know the bad things about wine? There's a poem to prove it. Emperor Ping was harmed by wine poison, and Li Bai by the river ruined his body. I advise you not to drink the heartless water, for after drinking, one's mind becomes confused."

But the short Fang Shuo... Fang Shuo rolled his eyes and said, "What do you know, little brat? Wine has many benefits. Let me tell you: it helps heroes embolden themselves and adds to the beauty of poetry. It's a divine remedy for sorrow, a way to enjoy the beauty of nature. As the saying goes, the highest form of drinking is not getting drunk. What's wrong with wine?"

Xie Yunyue laughed loudly, "Uncle is always right. I have nothing to say. Come on, let's go drink up ahead." After the meal, it was already late afternoon. Hei Mole Jiang Zongyao, Tiangang Sword Dongfang Yukun, and Xuan Yi Long Nu Jiang Yaohong bid farewell, heading from Henan to Sichuan. They earnestly promised to meet again and parted with tears in their eyes.

Xie Yunyue then said to the short Fang Shuo, "I'm exhausted these days, and I didn't sleep a wink last night. I'd like to go back to my room and rest for a while."

The short Fang Shuo didn't suspect anything and laughed, "Go back to your room and sleep for a while. I haven't had my fill of wine yet." He then went back into the dining hall, and Xie Yunyue watched him with a smile.

The sun had set, and Dwarf Fang Shuo sat alone, drinking. Waiting for Xie Yunyue to arrive, he muttered, "Little brat, sleeping so soundly." He got up and went to Xie Yunyue's room. Pushing open the door, he saw no sign of Xie Yunyue, but instead a note on the table. The note said that he was determined to seek revenge, that his uncle and late father were sworn brothers, and that accompanying them would only attract their attention. Therefore, he had no choice but to go to

Shanxi alone. Dwarf Fang Shuo slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "You little devil, how dare you lie to this old man!" He then set off for Shanxi.

Meanwhile, Xie Yunyue, after leaving the Yingbin Inn, changed to another small inn and ordered the innkeeper to sell his horse. He knew that after the battle at Gangshang, his reputation had grown greatly, and riding a horse to the capital would attract attention. He figured it would be better to sell it and use his lightness skill to travel to the capital via the mountain path. After entering the inn, he fell asleep immediately, only rising late at night. He stepped out of the inn, asked passersby where Tianqi Temple was, and then headed north of the city.

Tianqi Temple was located on the outskirts of Shijiazhuang, surrounded by desolate wilderness, deserted and uninhabited, with only the massive, dark shadow of the temple standing there, like a crouching tiger or a coiled dragon. Xie Yunyue saw few pedestrians along the way, so he sped along, took out a leather mask from his side, put it on, and walked beside Tianqi Temple. With a flick of his arms, he shot up seven or eight zhang (approximately 33-40 meters) high like an arrow, stepped onto the roof, and slid over two main halls. Seven or eight Anqingbang (a type of military force) stakes stood sparsely on the roof, like black towers, firmly anchored to the ridge of the halls. That night, the night was very dark, the sky was full of thick clouds, and there was not a single star. The night wind in the north was notoriously strong, howling in gusts, sweeping across the roof tiles, carrying countless grains of sand that rustled against the tiles.

Xie Yunyue deliberately used the "Mysterious Seven Star Steps" movement technique to dart past the Mingzhuang members of the Anqing Gang. The "Mysterious Seven Star Steps" were as swift as lightning, and he moved in a spiral pattern. In the pitch-black night, where visibility was extremely low, the Mingzhuang members of the Anqing Gang could barely see more than ten feet ahead, let alone with this unusual movement technique. They suddenly felt a sudden darkness before their eyes, and a cold wind brushed against their eyelashes, causing them to blink a few times. One of them muttered to himself, "Damn it, what a ghost! It's like bats coming out to haunt us again."

Xie Yunyue couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, and his feet moved swiftly. He climbed over another large hall and saw four people standing at the corner of the hall, holding Kongming lanterns that emitted a pale yellow light. They opened and closed the lanterns, illuminating the surroundings. He hid himself under the eaves to conceal his figure and could only hear people talking inside the hall. He thought for a moment and decided not to rush down now, but to listen to what they were saying. So he lay down, hooked his toes on the eaves tiles, and lay flat on the inner eaves panel in a Z-shape, peering inside. He could see clearly through the gaps in the carved doorway from the outside of the hall.

Inside the hall sat twenty or thirty people, their arms and legs crossed, haphazardly seated on long benches. The third person on the left bench was an elderly man with a red face and a long beard, his temples bulging and his eyes piercing. He said, “Originally, our Anqing Gang and that strange scholar had kept to ourselves, so why create a powerful enemy? However, the Qingfeng Gang and our gang had an agreement in the past that if either side had a powerful enemy who fell into the other's territory, we would have the obligation to assist in capturing him. After our gang leader received the request from the Qingfeng Gang's Gangshang branch, he immediately said that he could not accept it, believing that this request did not come from the Qingfeng Gang leader, the Thousand-Faced Laughing Buddha Pu Hong. But since our gang has recently welcomed a senior member, you should all have heard of him, the Senior Jiu Shen Suo Qianli.”

At this moment, an elderly man with white hair and beard on the bench to the right chimed in: "Ah, this senior has come out of the mountains again. It's been more than ten years since we last saw him in the martial world. We thought he had passed away. We didn't expect him to reappear in the martial world. I heard that Senior Suo had a profound understanding of martial arts back then. His 'Luo Hou Sha Gong' is even more amazing. Because he rarely showed it, few people in the martial world know that Senior Suo has this rare skill. If the 'Luo Hou Sha Gong' is used with palm force, it will leave a black palm print on the surface, but the internal organs will be completely destroyed. It is extremely powerful. With this comeback, his martial arts must be even more divine and extraordinary, right?"

Xie Yunyue's heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself, " Could it be that the one who killed my mother is this '

Dove God' Suo Qianli? If it is, humph. I'll see if Suo Qianli can escape my grasp." So he didn't rush down, but listened to what else they had to say. The red-faced, long-bearded old man smiled and said, "Teacher Shi, you are knowledgeable and worthy of being one of the Four Elders of Yanyun..." He continued, "Our leader should have refused this request, but Senior Suo advised our leader to prioritize the code of the martial world and accept it. Senior Suo volunteered to deal with the 'Strange Hand Book Master,' so it was decided. It's strange that Senior Suo hasn't arrived yet."

The old man surnamed Shi then interjected, "He should be arriving soon, but the scholar in charge hasn't shown up yet. Could it be that the Beggars' Sect's message hasn't been delivered?"

"Hmph," the red-faced, long-bearded old man said angrily, "If the Beggars' Sect dares to deceive us, I will expose their shabby brothel." Xie Yunyue thought to himself, "This old man is quite arrogant. How come all the martial arts world people are so conceited? "

Before he could finish his thought, a man rushed into the main hall and reported to the red-faced old man, "Reporting to the hall master, Senior Suo has arrived." The red-faced old man exclaimed "Ah!" and stood up to walk outside. The others followed behind him, and soon they escorted a dove-faced old man in like stars surrounding the moon.

Xie Yunyue thought to himself, "So he is the Dove God. He truly lives up to his name." The Dove God was wearing a blue cloth robe. His head was almost completely bald, with only white hair at his temples and a wrinkled face. Because most of his teeth had fallen out, his cheeks had shrunk, making his mouth appear more protruding and dove-shaped. His bright, beady green eyes revealed a sinister and treacherous look. He held a pipe in his hand, and upon closer inspection, he noticed that the hand holding the pipe had two extra fingers. Xie Yunyue's blood boiled at the sight.

After settling down, Jiu Shen Suo Qianli casually puffed on his pipe and then looked at the red-faced old man, saying, "Master Liu, that kid hasn't arrived yet..." Before he could finish speaking, Jiu Shen Suo Qianli suddenly felt a jolt in his wrist, and his pipe vanished.

Looking closely, he saw a strange-faced, black-clad youth had appeared before him, and the pipe in his hand was now in the youth's. The youth gave him a cold, chuckling laugh, startling everyone in the hall.

Suo Qianli was astonished that the strange youth had so easily snatched his pipe. He leaped from the bench, his palms aimed at Xie Yunyue's hand holding the pipe, clearly intending to regain his dignity. However, Suo Qianli's forceful grasp missed completely; the strange youth had already vanished before the red-faced old man, not even glancing at Suo Qianli. Suo Qianli was furious, his face burning with rage. He stopped chasing and instead let out a sinister laugh.

"Master Liu," the strange young man said slowly, "what brings you here, young man?"

The red-faced, long-bearded old man was the Shijiazhuang branch leader of the Anqing Gang, known as Liu Hai, the "Sea-Troublemaker." When asked this question, he couldn't answer for a long time. Finally, he managed to say, "You were at Gangshan last night..."

The strange young man interrupted in a deep voice, "That's right. Young master was at odds with the Qingfeng Gang last night. What does that have to do with your Anqing Gang?"

Liu Hai's face flushed with embarrassment. What the other person said was reasonable; why should the Anqing Gang be at odds with the Qingfeng Gang? Suddenly, Liu Hai burst into wild laughter and shouted, "You've caused trouble on Anqing Gang's territory, so this gang has the right to intervene!"

"Bang!" A loud sound rang out as the strange young man slammed his hand heavily on the altar beside him, sneering, "Nonsense! All land under heaven belongs to the emperor! The Anqing Gang isn't the local government; it's just an evil bandit organization. What right do they have to interfere in local affairs? If you, surnamed Liu, dare to utter such arrogant words again, I'll chop you to pieces!"

The altar, struck by the young man's palm, bore a handprint, a full half-inch deep, as if carved by a knife. The internal force was astonishing. Everyone gasped upon seeing this, and Suo Qianli frowned, remaining silent. In fact, the strange young man had only used ordinary palm force; otherwise, the altar tabletop would have already been pierced.

At this moment, the old man surnamed Shi approached, clasped his hands in a fist and smiled, saying, "Young hero, please sit down and we can talk slowly. Actually, most of the people in the hall tonight admire your dignified bearing. That's why they came here to pay their respects. I, Shi Zhentian, have set up a martial arts training ground here, but because your fame has spread overnight, I didn't hesitate to come and get closer to you. This isn't Liu Tangzhu's fault; he was just following orders and had no choice. I hope you'll forgive him, young hero."

The strange young man smiled and said, "Teacher Shi..." "You flatter me. I just need to ask Master Liu how he intends to settle things tonight."

Liu Hai was about to speak when Jiu Shen Suo Qianli chuckled, "Boy, whatever you want to settle things with, just ask me, the old man."

The strange young man turned to look at Suo Qianli and said coldly, "Suo Qianli, don't think that your 'Luo Hou Sha Gong' is unmatched. I don't even consider it a threat. If you're itching for a fight, wait until I settle things with the Anqing Gang, then we'll find a secluded place to spar." Jiu Shen Suo Qianli was startled, thinking to himself how strange it was. He had only used his "Luo Hou Sha Gong" three times in total, and had never used it once in the past fifteen years. How did he know?

The strange young man turned back to look at Liu Hai without saying a word, as if waiting for a reply. Liu Hai, the eccentric youth, said helplessly, "The rules of the martial world dictate that the victor is right. There's no point in saying more now. Please go outside the hall for a duel. If I, Liu, am defeated, our gang will never interfere in this matter again."

The strange youth smiled and said, "Alright, let's do it that way." He turned and walked out of the hall first.

Outside the hall was a twenty-zhang-long altar made of granite. The Anqing Gang had already lit four torches, illuminating the area brightly. The Anqing Gang, led by Liu Hai, consisted of eight people, not counting those visible outside the hall. When the strange youth appeared and asked Liu Hai why he was speechless, they all remained silent. It was because this was a matter for the Qingfeng Gang, and the Anqing Gang didn't want to get involved. They were all eager to see Jiu Shen Suo Qianli's performance.

Liu Hai, the Sea Dragon, stood at attention, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and smiled, "Young hero, please demonstrate your skills."

A thought flashed through the strange youth's mind; not wanting to create further trouble and antagonism, he smiled and said, "Master Liu, since we have no grudges, it wouldn't be good if either side were injured. How about this: I will use my nimble movements to the best of my ability. If Master Liu manages to touch my clothes within thirty moves, I will be the winner, and I will accompany Master Liu to see your esteemed leader. Otherwise, it will be a draw

. What do you say?" Liu Hai thought to himself, "You're too arrogant. With my forty or fifty years of skill, I can't even touch your clothes within thirty moves? That's ridiculous." But he still smiled and said, "Young hero, that's a good idea. I, Liu, will now make my move."

The strange youth smiled arrogantly, seemingly unconcerned. Suddenly, Liu Hai unleashed a double palm strike, a move called "Sun and Moon Enter the Embrace," his hands embracing, the palm wind enveloping the strange youth, leaving him nowhere to hide. Just as his palms were about two inches away from touching the strange boy, a blur appeared before his eyes, and his hands grasped nothing but empty air. The strange boy was nowhere to be seen. He instantly spun around, his palms meeting in a swift motion, faster than lightning. When he finally saw the strange boy again, another blur appeared before his eyes, and the boy had vanished. He was so startled that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

No matter what techniques Liu Hai used, it was like trying to catch the moon's reflection in the sea—he always missed. The strange boy's body was like a wisp of smoke, disappearing in an instant. After more than a dozen spinning attacks, Liu Hai felt dizzy and disoriented. Liu Hai knew he was in trouble. This boy's movements were not human, but ghostly. If he continued spinning, he would surely be exhausted to death. He should use his aerial pounce technique instead, so that the strange boy could not use his so-called Ghost Spinning Technique. Aerial pounce was considered a great taboo in the martial arts world, as it exposed all the body's vulnerabilities. It was only used occasionally as a last resort. However, the strange boy had promised not to use it beforehand, so he had less to worry about. With his mind made up, he stopped and stood still. The strange boy stood in front of him, staring at him intently.

Suddenly, Liu Hai let out a strange roar, his entire body leaping into the air like a giant eagle. Two monstrous claws, sharp as steel blades, shot out, grabbing straight for the strange boy's shoulders. His ten fingers made a hissing sound as he swiftly grasped them, like lightning. The strange boy laughed, his shoulders swaying, and he vanished again. Liu Hai quickly filled the gap, plummeting downwards. Just as his feet touched the ground, the strange boy suddenly reappeared, smiling slightly. It turned out the strange boy had also leaped into the air, clinging to Liu Hai's back, landing on the ground like a shadow, then flashing in front of him.

The crowd had never witnessed such incredible agility before, erupting in thunderous cheers. Suo Qianli, mingling in the crowd, wore a sinister and uncertain expression. Liu Hai, the Sea Dragon, knew that this strange youth possessed extraordinary martial arts skills far beyond his own. He clasped his hands and laughed heartily, saying, "Your martial arts are truly superb. I, Liu, admit defeat and will take my leave. If you do not mind, when will you have the leisure to grace my humble abode with your presence?" The

strange youth replied with a smile, "Master Liu, we became acquainted through this fight. I will certainly pay you a visit in the future." With that, he turned and shouted sharply at Suo Qianli, "Suo Qianli, now we should settle this!" He held the pipe he had just seized, spinning it incessantly.

Suo Qianli, the Sea Dragon, was furious. Seeing the strange youth spinning his pipe, clearly mocking him, he burst into wild laughter. With that laughter, he darted forward, striking with a fierce palm strike, unleashing a powerful force. However, the strange youth did not meet the blow, but instead dodged the palm circle, the pipe striking Suo Qianli's right palm's "Shaogu" acupoint like the wind.

Suo Qianli felt a numbness in the back of his hand and hurriedly withdrew his palm, dodging three feet back. His beady eyes widened in surprise and doubt as he thought, "This kid's attacks are incredibly fast."

The strange youth didn't press forward to attack again, but instead laughed and said, "Suo Qianli, how about we find a secluded place and fight to the death?"

At this moment, Liu Hai, the Sea Dragon, suddenly said, "Since you two don't want us to see your fight, then let's all retreat."

The strange youth laughed and said, "That's excellent." Immediately, everyone retreated, leaving only four torches leaning against a pillar, emitting blazing flames.

Then, the strange youth looked at Suo Qianli and said in a deep voice, "Strange fellow, now you can finally use your 'Rahu Demonic Skill,' right? I really want to see it." "

With a furious expression, Jiu Shen Suo Qianli suddenly struck out with his palm, dodging and flashing. In an instant, Suo Qianli's figure filled the entire arena, his palm strikes as swift as lightning, aiming to cover the strange youth's vital points. Upon seeing this, the strange youth chuckled inwardly, thinking that this Jiu monster was truly enraged. He unleashed the Illusory Palm of Bewildering Shadows. Although he had never seen the Illusory Palm of Bewildering Shadows before, he had heard of it. It was a supreme palm technique of the Xuanmen sect, where the movement and palm techniques were perfectly coordinated. The palm force exhaled energy like a raging torrent, pressing down on the opponent.

The strange youth intended to test whether Suo Qianli was the enemy who had harmed his mother. So, with a long roar, his figure soared up, suddenly transforming into a dragon spinning in the air, circling three times, his head slightly tilted back, his arms bent inward and his shoulders open, completely covering Suo Qianli's body. Suo Qianli had thought that the Illusory Palm of Bewildering Shadows could counter the strange youth's strange movement technique. Once covered by the palm force, it would be like being caught in a fishing net, no matter how skillful you were." Swift as lightning, his palm strike moved with the force of a leech, striking out like the wind, seemingly about to envelop the target. But the strange youth, in the blink of an eye, leaped into the air, unleashing a divine dragon movement technique. His mind flashed like lightning, and he suddenly remembered someone, leaping back a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) to shout menacingly, "Who are you, Xie Wen, the Soul-Chasing Judge?"

The strange youth laughed loudly, "Your eyesight isn't bad, you freak." He lowered his body sharply to focus, adding, "Young Master is the successor of the Soul-Chasing Judge. Tonight, let's see if you can escape my Ninety-Seven Forms of Flying Dragon Palm."

Suo Qianli was secretly alarmed, coldly sneering, "The Soul-Chasing Judge was once a wandering soul under my palm. I wonder how much skill you possess, daring to be so rude."

Only then did the strange youth realize that Suo Qianli was indeed his father's enemy. He said no more, his feet touching the ground, and he soared into the air again, his arms striking towards Suo Qianli with a "Cloud Dragon Shaking Armor" technique. The strange youth unleashed the Ninety-Seven Forms of the Flying Dragon Palm, a technique that had once made him a legend in the martial world. The power of this palm technique lay in its aerial acrobatic strikes; the moment his feet touched the ground, he would rise again, resembling a divine dragon displaying its might, baring its fangs and claws, stirring up clouds and rain, accompanied by a whirlwind of wind.

Suo Qianli, the God of the Doves, still relied on his Illusory Palm to fight, but the strange youth attacked entirely from above, causing Suo Qianli to shrink his body by a foot and spit out his palms while looking up. This method of fighting was extremely strenuous for Suo Qianli. Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and Suo Qianli couldn't help but feel a slight soreness in his neck. He thought to himself, "This is bad. If this continues, I'm afraid this youth will take advantage of me."

Suddenly, he bent over and leaped three zhang (approximately 10 meters) into the air, just managing to dodge the strange youth's "Golden Dragon Spitting Claws" move. However, the gust of wind swept past his ears, and dozens of his remaining sideburns were ripped out by the roots. After Suo Qianli darted out, the strange boy landed, facing Suo Qianli with a look of disdain. Suo Qianli stared intently at the strange boy, his ten fingers slightly bent in a striking shape, wisps of white steam constantly rising from his head, his facial muscles bulging incessantly, his expression truly resembling a newly unearthed zombie.

Seeing this, the strange boy knew that Suo Qianli was about to unleash his "Rahu Demonic Technique," thinking, "This is fine, I'll just have to lure him out." At this moment, Suo Qianli had already circulated his "Rahu Demonic Technique" throughout his body, his eyes emitting a pale green light, and he approached the strange boy step by step, his palms simultaneously emitting an intensely hot potential, enveloping the strange boy's entire body.

The strange boy slowly retreated step by step until he reached the altar railing, where he could retreat no further. Instead of dodging, he stopped moving. Suo Qianli, assuming he feared his "Rahu Demonic Power," grinned maliciously. He moved to within two feet of the boy, let out a fierce roar, and slammed his palms down on the boy's chest with the force

of a thunderbolt. Suddenly, the boy's body lurched downwards, and Suo Qianli's palms met the railing with a resounding crack, sparks flying. Two handprints appeared clearly on the stone, one resembling seven fingers. Both handprints were unusually large, a natural consequence of the Rahu Demonic Power's concentrated energy in the palms. The strange boy's body lurched downwards, and in a flash, he was behind Suo Qianli. Seeing the seven-fingered handprint, Suo Qianli was undoubtedly the enemy who had killed his mother. His blood boiled again, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Suo Qianli struck the stone railing with both hands, knowing he was in trouble. He leaped into the air like a crane, his feet sweeping across the ground, flying two zhang away. Landing, he still had his palms raised in a defensive stance. At this moment, the strange youth approached him step by step. He asked in a deep voice, "Back in the fishing village on the banks of the Jialing River, was it you, old dog, who killed the woman who couldn't even kill a chicken with a

single palm strike?" Suo Qianli sneered, "That's right, but that time, Xie Wen, that junior , managed to dodge." As he spoke, the Luo Hou Sha Gong was activated again, his palms thrusting out with full force this time. A blast of extremely hot wind struck the strange youth's chest once more.

The strange youth chuckled slightly, his laughter chillingly cold. He flicked his wrist and met the incoming palm with a flick of his wrist. Suo Qianli immediately felt his Luo Hou Sha Gong being forcefully thrown back. Before he could even process what was happening, his vision went black, and his body was sent flying backward by the incomparably powerful pillar of energy. Suo Qianli possessed superb internal strength. He bumped into the stone steps, let out a muffled groan, and leaped up, darting away. The strange young man was even faster, lightning-fast grabbing Suo Qianli's shoulders. With a sharp crack, Suo Qianli's arms were severed at the shoulders, and the young man then twisted his wrists and struck nine acupoints on Suo Qianli's groin.

Large beads of cold sweat appeared on Suo Qianli's forehead, his facial muscles contorted in agony, as if in excruciating pain, unable to utter a sound. The strange young man showed no pity. Shang coldly sneered, "Suo Qianli, I'll make sure you die knowing why. Let me tell you, I am a descendant of Xie Wen, the Soul-Chasing Judge. My 'Seven-Day Soul-Severing Search' technique is beyond the reach of even the most extraordinary gods. I intend to make you die a slow, agonizing death; otherwise, my hatred will not be appeased." "Having said that, he vanished in the blink of an eye.

The four bamboo torches with tung oil burning beside the altar had almost burned out, leaving only the ends less than a foot long, crackling with a prelude to the torches falling apart. In the blink of an eye, the bamboo strips scattered on the ground, the flames diminished, leaving only a dim red glow, which slowly died out, and the altar returned to natural darkness.

As dawn broke, a handsome and spirited young scholar appeared on the path from Hejian to Renqiu, holding a fan and strolling leisurely. His pace seemed no different from that of an ordinary person, but in fact, he was quite fast, covering thirty or fifty feet in the blink of an eye. This young man was Xie Yunyue, the Strange-Handed Scholar. To avoid being discovered, he did not take the main road to the capital, but instead followed the Pangtuo River, taking a side path to Hejian Prefecture, then to Renqiu, passing through Ba County and Gu'an, and finally entering the capital via Fengtai. After killing Jiu Shen Suo Qianli last night, he returned to the inn to retrieve his luggage and set off overnight. By dawn, he had already crossed Hejian Prefecture."

Ershilipu is located directly north of Hejian Prefecture, hidden among towering ancient trees. It is actually a small village, but it has a street about forty or fifty feet wide. Because Ershilipu is a key passage to Renqiu, there are quite a few mule carts and merchants coming and going, which adds to the liveliness of the street. There is a small shop selling wine and tea at the street. Under the melon trellis at the entrance, there are a dozen or so seats selling wine, tea, dried bean curd, braised beef, steamed buns and other snacks, which are specially prepared for passing merchants to have a bite to eat. There are also a dozen or so inns inside for lodging.

At this moment, four or five groups of people arrived before Xie Yunyue. Xie Yunyue walked over and found a relatively clean seat to sit down. He saw that the person who came to greet him was an old man with white hair and beard, a sallow complexion, and a persistent cough, as if he were suffering from a chronic illness. His voice was hoarse, but his eyes were exceptionally clear. The old man asked, "Sir, would you like something to eat?"

Xie Yunyue smiled and said, "Old man, I've been walking all night and am a little hungry. Is there anything readily available? Just take whatever you like to fill your stomach; no need to trouble yourself."

The old man said "Oh," and then called out in his hoarse voice, "Wan'er, bring ten steamed buns, a pot of wine, and the two catties of beef left over from last night, and send them to this gentleman."

A voice replied from inside, "Grandpa, it's coming right away." The voice was sweet and crisp, very pleasant to hear, like the voice of a young girl.

The old man smiled and greeted Xie Yunyue, "Sir, please sit down for a moment. My little granddaughter is making a fire in the back; it will be served soon." He glanced meaningfully at Xie Yunyue, coughed twice, turned and lay down in a bamboo reclining chair by the street, closing his eyes as if to rest.

Xie Yunyue glanced at the diners in the four or five seats in the shed, mostly local peddlers. In one seat sat two middle-aged men around forty years old, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, dressed in tight-fitting clothes. They were quite conspicuous, each carrying a thick-backed sword slung over their shoulder. They drank their wine while occasionally glancing at the old man's face, a cold smile playing on their lips. Xie Yunyue noticed this and couldn't help but feel a little suspicious, thinking, "Could this old man also be a martial artist? These two men seem to have come with some ambition."

Suddenly, a silvery voice rang in his ears: "Sir, the food has been brought. Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold." Xie

Yunyue turned his head sharply and his eyes lit up. Standing before him was a girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old. Though dressed in coarse cloth, her natural beauty was undeniable. Her pretty face was flushed with the apple-red of a young woman just coming of age, and her large, watery eyes were fixed on his face. She held a tray with steaming buns on it, clearly freshly steamed.

When the girl saw him turn his head sharply, his bright eyes met hers, and a jolt of light shot through her body like lightning. Her heart pounded, and a blush rose to her cheeks. She quickly lowered her head and smiled, placing the food dishes one by one behind the table. With a sway of her waist, she gracefully disappeared inside.

Xie Yunyue had no other thoughts but that the girl was exceptionally beautiful. Just then, he overheard two men in tight-fitting clothes whispering to each other, "Boss, who would have thought that this sick old man has such a beautiful girl?"

"Hmph, you've fallen into your old habits again. Once Yang Shan and his two birds arrive, they'll be yours sooner or later. What's the rush? " Xie Yunyue was suddenly startled. Wasn't this referring to that little girl? Heh, those two must be lowlife lechers. With me, Xie Yunyue, here, I'll make them pay!

The old man seemed to have heard their conversation. His expression changed slightly. He opened his eyes and glanced at the two men before closing them again. His gaze was sharp as lightning, showing no sign of illness. An hour passed. The old man lay on his chair, seemingly asleep. His previous incessant coughing had temporarily subsided. All the diners had left for Renqiu County, leaving behind loose change on the table. Only the two men in tight-fitting clothes and Xie Yunyue remained, quietly drinking tea.

The two men in tight-fitting clothes kept looking around anxiously, muttering curses to themselves. A six or seven-year-old boy rushed out from inside the room. He was as cute as a jade carving, with two large, round eyes as clear as ink beads. His face was still childish, and he kept calling out, "Grandpa, Grandpa!" The girl who had caught a glimpse of Xie Yunyue earlier followed the boy out, but upon seeing that Xie Yunyue was still there, she seemed startled and slowed down.

The old man, awakened by his grandson's noise, opened his eyes, hugged him tightly, and asked with a smile, "Qing'er, were you naughty again and made your sister angry?"

The boy pouted and said, "Grandpa, Qing'er wasn't naughty. I just ate an extra steamed bun, and my sister wanted to hit my hand. Grandpa, don't you think my sister is naughty?"

The old man chuckled loudly, his voice extremely clear. The girl stepped closer and said, "Grandpa, your cough isn't better yet. Why are you laughing again?" "Saying this, the old man took the boy into his arms, sighed deeply, and closed his eyes again.

The two men in tight-fitting clothes changed color upon hearing the old man's laughter. Suddenly, several clear whistles came from afar, gradually approaching. In an instant, four people arrived, all rushing over without raising dust, displaying excellent lightness skills. The little girl looked frightened upon seeing this and retreated to Xie Yunyue's table. Xie Yunyue immediately smiled and said, "Miss, give me your brother."

The girl turned back with a sad smile and immediately handed over the boy in her arms, saying, "Uncle, you'd better take my brother inside to hide. These bad guys are all after my grandfather; there might be some danger."

Xie Yunyue shook his head and smiled, saying, "It's alright, just be careful yourself, Miss." The girl smiled, and in a flash, she was behind the old man's chair. The old man still kept his eyes closed, seemingly unaware of the impending storm.

Four bandits stood in a row like autumn geese, five feet away from the old man's bamboo chair, their faces contorted with malice as they stared at him. When the girl appeared behind the chair, the four bandits' expressions suddenly turned lewd. The two burly men who had arrived earlier, already holding their knives, stood tensely, as if guarding against the old man's sudden attack. One of the bandits, a tall and thin man, suddenly spoke up: "Fu Liugong, don't play dead. I, He Debiao, have been looking for you for five years. If you know what's good for you, quickly hand over that boxing manual, and I might spare your old life." "

A thunderous roar erupted from the old man's throat. His eyes snapped open, and he leaped from the chair, his hands striking the four bandits with a frenzied force. Caught off guard, the bandits staggered from the impact of the blows, and the old man was thrown more than two zhang away, swirling around, glaring angrily, panting heavily. Seeing this, Miss Wan panicked and darted behind He Debiao, gathering her strength to strike with both palms. He Debiao, sensing the change, quickly retreated and bent his waist, his hands spinning upwards to lift Miss Wan's willow-like figure. She was lifted into the air, and her martial arts skills were not weak either. She performed a 'Slender Chest Skillfully Turning Clouds' in mid-air, bending her legs and landing like a willow catkin beside the old man."
The old man angrily said, "Wan'er, how could you act so rashly? Protect Qing'er, it's the most important thing!"

Wan'er, her eyes filled with tears, called out, "Grandpa."

The old man's eyes glared fiercely at her, and he shouted, "Why don't you listen? Go now!" He then let out a wheezing sound, followed by several coughs. Wan'er, helpless, glared at the bandits and slowly retreated to Xie Yunyue's side. The boy, in Xie Yunyue's arms, kept calling him "Uncle," asking him all sorts of questions. Xie Yunyue stroked the boy's little face, responding casually, his eyes fixed on the current situation.

At this moment, He Debiao raised his thick eyebrows and laughed wildly, "Old Fu, back then, although you were lucky enough to escape, you were still severely injured by my Red Sand Palm. No one can escape the Red Sand Palm; there's no cure. You relied on your superb internal strength to survive for five years, which is quite remarkable. Now that I've found you, what else do you have to say? The more you use your true energy, the faster you'll die. Don't be so stubborn; quickly hand over your boxing manual. This is the only time we can talk in front of Yang Shan and his two birds."

The old man's breathing had stopped, and his voice became hoarse again. He said, "He Debiao, you rely on your numbers..." " I, this old man, am not necessarily afraid of you."

Upon hearing Fu Liuguan's voice, Xie Yunyue knew that his true energy was excessively depleted and the Red Sand Palm injury was accumulating in his body. If he used his true energy again, he would surely bleed to death. He could not stand idly by and watch him die. He whispered, "Miss, hold Qing'er." He hurriedly handed her to the girl and quickly tapped his fingers twice in the air. The two men in martial arts attire who were holding knives fell to the ground with two loud thuds, shaking the ground and sending dust flying. The four bandits who followed were shocked by the sound. When they turned around and saw the two men's condition, they were stunned and stared at Xie Yunyue's face with their cunning eyes.

Xie Yunyue walked in front of He Debiao with a smile and said, "Although I haven't heard why you've come here seeking revenge, judging from your aggressive demeanor and bullying of an old man suffering from a serious illness, you're certainly not good people. I'll repeat myself: if you know what's good for you, tuck your tail between your legs and get lost. This is the only time I

'll be willing to talk to you." He Debiao was intimidated by the young man's aura and fell silent in fear. Suddenly, one of the bandits beside He Debiao stepped forward and shouted, "Boy, you dare to meddle in Yang Shan and the other two's business? Don't you even know what happened..." Before he could finish speaking, a loud slap rang out, and a burning sensation spread across his face. Half of his eyelid swelled up, and teeth and blood spurted out.

It turned out that Xie Yunyue was angry that this bandit had insulted him. Before he could finish speaking, he struck him hard with a palm, leaving the bandit's face covered in welts. He shouted, "What did you ask for? Speak quickly!" His voice was extremely stern.

This surprised and delighted Fu Liuguan and the two children. Fu Liuguan knew he had escaped death again. He had only seen the young man's extraordinary bearing and demeanor, but hadn't realized he was a hidden genius. Qing'er clapped her hands and laughed, "Uncle, why don't you slap them a few more times? They've bullied my grandfather too much!" The

thief who was slapped was named Nine-Headed Owl Tan Long, the most ruthless and cunning of the two birds of Yangshan. At this moment, he covered his face and chuckled, indicating he had been badly hurt. After a while, he calmed down and looked at He De. Biao and his two companions exchanged a glance, seemingly inviting the four of them to join in the brawl, but He Debiao stopped them with a look. The reason the three of them held back for the time being was because a few young men had recently caused chaos in the martial arts world, shocking the entire martial arts community. They wondered if the young man before them was one of those legendary figures, and wanted to find out his background and lineage first.

Tan Long, having been slapped for no reason, was not about to accept this. Seeing that the three disagreed with his plan to gang up on him, he hardened his heart in anger, drew two judge's pens from behind him, and shouted, "What are you asking about? Are you asking if I, Tan Long, the Nine-Headed Owl of Yangshan, am someone to be trifled with?"

Xie Yunyue couldn't help but laugh, "You can't mess with me. Even I, the young master, have messed with you. Let me tell you, you think you can go back unscathed today? That's wishful thinking. " Without a word, Tan Long suddenly spread his arms apart, his body flashing out two judge's pens. He unleashed the "

Zhong Kui's Thirty-Six Strikes to Subdue Demons" technique, attacking Xie Yunyue with six variations in one move at a time. Two streaks of blue light emanated from the pen tips, striking Xie Yunyue's six vital acupoints: Qihai, Baihui, Jianjing, Xinyu, Zhitang, and Mingmen. This "Zhong Kui's Thirty-Six Strikes to Subdue Demons" judge's pen technique was the martial arts manual that made Zhong Qi, the legendary Wudang master, famous throughout the martial arts world. It was passed down through a prestigious lineage. Why did Tan Long obtain it? Once this technique was unleashed, if the opponent was caught in its trap, they would be either dead or seriously injured. Not to mention that, the pen tips also concealed twenty-four "heart-suppressing needles." By simply pressing the spring at the handle, the needles would strike the opponent like a rain of light. Once hit, they would attack the heart along the meridians. If the acupoints were not quickly closed, death would be certain on the spot. It was extremely powerful.

Such formidable weapons, which would surely make others hesitant, were powerless against Xie Yunyue. Tan Long's Judge's Pens lashed out with fierce attack, his mind calculating, waiting for the opportune moment to unleash the "Heart-Soothing Needle." He thought, "Once it lands, he'll see how powerful I, Tan Long, am!" Suddenly, Xie Yunyue moved his hands, closing in. Tan Long chuckled inwardly, thinking this kid was courting death, but then his heart pounded, his vision went black, and amidst a deafening roar, he was thrown three zhang (approximately 10 meters) and crashed to the ground like a mountain collapsing, spitting out black blood and dying.

It turned out that Xie Yunyue's body had moved forward, his hands flashing like lightning as he seized Tan Long's acupoints. With a slight lift, Tan Long's body was suspended in mid-air. With a powerful kick of his right leg, Tan Long was sent flying backward, and Xie Yunyue seized the two Judge's Pens from his hands. As Tan Long was sent flying by the impact, Xie Yunyue turned around and gave Qing'er a pair of judge's pens, saying, "These weapons are for you, consider them a gift from your uncle."

Qing'er broke free from her sister's embrace, her face beaming with a silly smile, and exclaimed, "Uncle, thank you!"

Meanwhile, He Debiao and the other two, seeing Tan Long kicked to death in less than a move, were terrified. They had been fearing this young man, whom they thought was the rumored nemesis of the martial arts world. They had unexpectedly encountered him, only to find him sitting to the side drinking. How could they have been so careless and confused as to not think of him first? If they had known this would happen, they would never have dared to mess with the old dog. They could have waited until he left before coming. Thinking of this, they cursed themselves for being so stupid. But Tan Long was already dead. If they didn't step in to settle the score and just walked away, how could He Debiao bear the consequences if word got out? Summoning his courage, he shouted, "We, Yang Shan and his two birds, have no grudge against you. How could you use such a vicious method?"

Xie Yunyue smiled and said, "Didn't Tan Long just say that you should ask the young master to find out who he is? Didn't you also say that no one could survive under Yang Shan and his two birds? The young master was frightened by your boasts and couldn't help but use his full strength, which is why he failed. Please forgive him." Then his face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't you know how many villains have ever survived under the young master's command?"

Hearing this, He Debiao was so shocked that his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his body trembled slightly. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "I know I am no match for you. I will remember this grudge for now. We will meet again." After saying this, he greeted the other two bandits, turned around hurriedly, and swayed his shoulders as if to escape. But as soon as he moved his feet, he felt a gust of wind brush past his ears. The young man was already standing in front of him, smiling slightly. The three of them couldn't help but gasp.

He Debiao was shocked by Xie Yunyue's incredible speed and knew that things wouldn't end well today. He knew that obstructing Xie Yunyue would likely lead to his demise. His voice trembled as he said, "Sir, why go so far? What can I say if you stop me?"

Xie Yunyue swept his hand away, and He Debiao received a heavy slap. He cursed, "You still know how to go too far? Master Fu has been in seclusion for five years, and you still can't let him go? You still have the audacity to cause trouble! This kind of thing doesn't apply to the young master. Since I started out, no one has ever escaped his grasp. Today, I can't break the rules. To save yourselves some face, quickly kill yourselves, so I won't have to." Before he finished speaking, two bandits beside He Debiao couldn't hold back any longer. They grabbed their weapons and attacked with lightning speed. The blades flashed like snow. Miss Wan cried out in alarm, and with two clangs, the two bandits' weapons fell to the ground. Their bodies slumped like limp snakes, convulsing in pain.

As the two thieves attacked, He Debiao darted out of the room. In two leaps, he was already five zhang away. However, Xie Yunyue swiftly struck the two men's vital points with his left palm, while simultaneously slashing He Debiao's right palm diagonally behind him. He then withdrew his hand, using the "Maitreya Divine Skill" suction technique. The moment He Debiao touched the ground, he felt a tremendous, invisible suction force pull him back to his original position, crashing into him like an arrow with a deafening roar and billowing dust. He Debiao was stunned, seeing stars, and unconscious. Xie Yunyue tapped He Debiao's waist and walked towards Fu Liugong with a smile.

From the moment Xie Yunyue made his move, Fu Liuguan had been staring blankly, shaking his head and sighing with increasing dismay. He muttered to himself, "The Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves, a new generation replaces the old. I'm old, useless now." Seeing Xie Yunyue approaching, he quickly stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said, "I am deeply grateful for your righteous rescue, young hero."

Xie Yunyue helped him up, laughing, "It's nothing, no need for thanks, Master Fu, you flatter me." He then frowned at the six corpses and said, "These six things will be a bit difficult to clean up."

Suddenly, Miss Wan giggled, "Why call six adults 'things'?"

Fu Liuguan replied, "No need to worry about that." He took out a small bottle from beside him. He uncorked it, picked out some yellow leaf dust with his fingernail, and poured it into the six thieves' nostrils. After a while, it turned into a puddle of yellow liquid.

Qing'er rushed in front of Xie Yunyue and hugged Xie Yunbing tightly around the neck. Fu Liuguan said with a serious expression, "Qing'er, don't be rude." As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but cough, coughing so hard that he bent over and almost fell to the ground. He coughed repeatedly, his face turning red and his eyes and nose running. After a long while, he finally straightened up. Miss Wan kept patting Fu Liuguan's back, looking worried.

Xie Yunyue pondered for a moment, then said with a sigh, "Medicine can't cure every disease, Master Fu. Your chronic illness isn't fatal, and I can still treat it."

Upon hearing this, Fu Liuguan's eyebrows relaxed, but then he sighed deeply, "After I was first struck by the Red Sand Palm, I immediately sought out the reclusive physician Wei Pingluo, the legendary healer Sai Huatuo, in Changping. After Sai Huatuo prescribed medicine, he predicted that I would only live for six more years at most. Even if you have miraculous medicine, young master, it's difficult to save me."

Hearing Fu Liuguan's words, Xie Yunyue knew that he still didn't trust him, and said with a faint smile, "Master Fu, why do you say such discouraging things? I have my limitations and have done my best. Even if it were a fatal illness, I could spare you the pain."

Seeing his sincerity, Fu Liuguan said, "It's just that I'll have to trouble you again, young hero." He then led him into the room and unbuttoned his clothes.

Xie Yunyue examined the injury and frowned slightly. He saw a pair of purplish-red handprints on Fu Liuguan's back, the fingers soft to the touch. He then examined Fu Liuguan's pulse for a moment and felt that although his pulse was weak, his life force was not yet gone. It should be known that in the Xuanyuan Eighteen True Techniques, there is a chapter specifically about the "Tai Su Pulse." The Tai Su Pulse can not only cure diseases, but also reveal a person's fate, fortune, and misfortune. He smiled and said, "Hero Fu, there is still hope. You can rest assured." Suddenly, he turned to Miss Wan and smiled, "Don't do business today. Go and close the door."

Miss Wan brushed her hair aside with her slender hand, smiled, and said, "Alright." She took Qing'er and left.

Xie Yunyue removed Fu Liuguan's clothes and began to massage his acupoints. His fingers flew, focusing on the liver meridian and pushing upwards in a counter-current manner, similar to commonly used acupoint massage techniques. This method required precise control; the slightest mistake could be fatal. Fu Liuguan felt the heat of Xie Yunyue's fingers, and each spot brought immense relief. Gradually, his blood and qi flowed with Xie Yunyue's fingers, gathering at the injured area. Pressing on the palm wound, he felt as if an intensely hot energy was enveloping a block of ice, making him extremely uncomfortable and causing him to groan.

At this moment, Miss Wan and Qing'er peeked in and saw their grandfather naked and lying on the bed. The girl, feeling ashamed, shrank back. Xie Yunyue called out, "Miss Wan."

The girl responded softly from the front of the hall. Xie Yunyue then asked, "Miss, do you have paper and ink?"

After a moment, Miss Wan walked quietly to the door but hesitated. Xie Yunyue pulled the quilt over Fu Liuguan and said, "Miss, it's alright, come in."

The girl took paper, ink, and inkstone, followed by Qing'er. The blush on her face had not yet faded. Leaning over Fu Liuguan's head, she asked, "Grandpa, are you feeling better?"

Fu Liuguan's groans deepened, clearly more unbearable than before. Wan pulled Qing'er aside and said in a low voice, "Little brother, don't bother Grandpa."

Qing'er pouted and looked up, saying, "Sister, you're so annoying! Didn't Grandpa say he'd see what you'd be like after you got married?"

Xie Yunyue chuckled, and Wan rolled her eyes at him, then snapped, "Little brother, if you dare talk nonsense again, you want a beating!" She pinched Qing'er.

Qing'er's eyes reddened, and she cried out, "Uncle, look, my sister pinched me! Aren't you going to hit her?"

Xie Yunyue just smiled, handed the written prescription to the girl, and said, "Get the medicine according to the prescription, hurry up and come back. Also, two catties of charcoal and three catties of aged vinegar." The girl agreed and ran out, with Qing'er following after her, calling out to her sister.

After the two children left, Xie Yunyue lifted the quilt again: he saw that the purplish-red palm print on his chest was gradually fading, and he knew that the accumulated blood stasis was about to dissipate. He then pressed his right palm on the coccyx acupoint and used his innate true qi to circulate it. After a while, Fu Liuguan felt a pungent, fishy smell in

his throat and wanted to vomit. Xie Yunyue took out a wooden bucket from under the bed, and Fu Liuguan suddenly vomited half a bucket of blood clots, which smelled extremely foul. The palm print turned reddish-brown. Footsteps sounded outside the door, and Miss Wan returned with the medicine. She urged Yunyue to prepare the medicine and ordered it to be decocted. She ground black charcoal into powder, heated it until it was red-hot, dipped a cloth in aged vinegar, and applied it to the palm print. She then spread the red charcoal powder evenly on the vinegar stain. Fu Liuguan cried out in pain. Miss Wan stood aside, feeling heartbroken, and tears welled up in her eyes. Even Qing'er cried out.

After a difficult surgery, only a faint ring remained around the palm print on his chest. Fu Liuguan fainted from the pain. Xie Yunyue slowly turned Fu Liuguan over; he took out a box of gold needles and inserted twelve needles into acupoints such as "Qihai," "Youmen," "Zhangmen," and "Tianfu." Fu Liuguan woke up, still groaning. After

a short while, Xie Yunyue ordered Miss Wan to bring medicine, removed the gold needles, fed him a dose of herbal medicine, covered him with a quilt, and said, "Master Fu, you can sleep for two hours, then take the second dose, and you will be fully recovered." Fu Liuguan thanked him softly and fell into a deep sleep.

Xie Yunyue, along with Miss Wan and Qing'er, stepped outside and closed the door. Xie Yunyue

smiled and said, "Qing'er, would you like your uncle to teach you how to use the Judge's Pen?" Upon hearing that her uncle was going to teach her Judge's Pen techniques, Qing'er giggled with delight and hurriedly ran into her room to retrieve the pair of Judge's Pens that Xie Yunmin had just snatched from Tan Long. Qing'er and her sister already held this uncle in high esteem and had intended to ask him to teach them a few moves; this offer of instruction was a delightful surprise. Qing'er skipped and hopped out, immediately handing the Judge's Pens to Xie Yunyue.

Xie Yunyue observed that the pair of Judge's Pens were forged from cold iron, exquisitely crafted, with every part perfectly proportioned and exceptionally comfortable to use. So he explained the origin and usage of the judge's pens, and then carefully explained the "Thirty-Six Strikes of Zhong Kui Subduing Demons." He stretched out his body and slowly demonstrated the thirty-six strikes, but he had modified the moves, making them quite different from Tan Long's, and their power was many times greater. Qing'er took the judge's pens and demonstrated the moves accordingly. Occasionally, when her movements were slightly off, Xie Yunyue would correct her in time. She mostly followed the rules, and by the third time, she was completely on the right track. Xie Yunyue secretly praised this child for being truly intelligent.

Miss Wan watched intently, unconsciously understanding the meaning. Seeing this, Xie Yunyue said, "Miss Wan, why don't you try practicing it too?"

Miss Wan responded and picked up the Judge's Pen. She twirled around, and the pen moved like a dragon and a snake, whistling through the air. She had fully grasped the profound meaning of the pen techniques Xie Yunyue had described. Seeing this, Xie Yunyue felt that the two siblings were excellent martial arts talents and couldn't help but feel a desire to take advantage of their talents. After Miss Wan finished practicing the pen techniques, he smiled and said, "Since you two siblings both like martial arts, I will teach you a set of 'White Ape Sword' and 'Nine Palaces Yin Yang Forward and Reverse Steps'. Once you have mastered them, although you may not be able to dominate the martial arts world, ordinary people will be no match for you. Even if you encounter first- or second-rate talents, you can protect yourself more than enough." The two siblings were overjoyed .

Miss Wan took out a long sword, and Xie Yunyue immediately demonstrated the sword techniques and footwork. He then instructed the two siblings to learn. Two hours passed, and when they opened the door, Fu Liuguan had already been awake for a while. Upon seeing them, he smiled and said, "Young hero, I feel my qi and blood flowing smoothly, and my mouth is full of saliva. I am completely different from before. I cannot repay even a fraction of this kindness and virtue." He then looked at Xie Yunyue with his eyes open and sighed, "Young hero, you are so young, yet your martial arts and medical skills are extraordinary. This is contrary to the norms of the martial arts world. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be unbelievable." Xie

Yunyue smiled, bent down, poured a bowl of the medicinal decoction that had been simmering on the stove, and Fu Liugong took it and drank it all in one gulp. He then put on his clothes, got out of bed, and went outside. He saw the two siblings diligently practicing the movement techniques and sword moves that Xie Yunyue had taught them. Fu Liugong immediately recognized the strange and unpredictable power of these movements and laughed, "How fortunate we are to have such a rare and unparalleled skill taught to us by the young hero."

Xie Yunyue said, "Your grandchildren are both top-notch martial arts talents, but unfortunately they haven't met a good teacher. Otherwise, they would be two extraordinary talents in the martial arts world."

Fu Liugong suddenly laughed and said, "Look how rude I am! We've met for so long, and I haven't even asked how you should address me, young hero."

Xie Yunyue thought to himself, "I'll use a pseudonym." So he replied, "My name is Yan Yue." "

At this moment, the two siblings finished practicing their movements. Qing'er ran into Fu Liuguan's arms with a whoosh, looked up at him and asked innocently, "Grandpa, are you all healed? This uncle is so kind; he even taught Qing'er martial arts. Grandpa, could you ask him if he'd like to take Qing'er as his apprentice?" Her face was full of pleading.

Xie Yunyue hugged her tightly, stroked her apple-like face, and smiled, "Qing'er, listen to me. Uncle is very willing to teach you martial arts, but Uncle has other matters to attend to and will be leaving tonight. If you diligently practice what Uncle has taught you, Uncle will be happy." "Qing'er remained silent, and Miss Wan also wore a look of regret at parting. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but then held back.

Seeing this, Fu Liuguan could only shake his head and sigh. His granddaughter was already fourteen, and it was inevitable that she would be in love. The young man before him was a dragon among men, and he and his granddaughter could be considered a perfect match. But he couldn't bring himself to say anything. Suddenly, he walked into the room, hurriedly took out a parchment scroll, and handed it to Xie Yunyue. His expression seemed infinitely sorrowful as he said, 'This boxing manual not only cost my daughter-in-law and her husband their lives, but I almost fell victim to the Red Sand Palm technique. My son first discovered the boxing manual in a cave on the summit of Hengshan Mountain. Unfortunately, a dozen or so evil people also entered the cave to search for it and happened to be there. My daughter-in-law suffered greatly, and I was also struck by He Debiao's palm. I fought my way out, but unfortunately, a 'Tai'a' sword was stolen by an unknown bandit. This bandit had a peculiar appearance. He was eight feet tall, shaped like a gourd, and had a face covered with white hairs about an inch long. He was easily recognizable.'"

As he spoke, he pointed to Qing'er and her brother, and said, "My ancestral home is Luoyang. They were taken in by a meddlesome woman at my lodging. After escaping home, I took them to Changping for medical treatment, and then settled here. Although I still can't let Yang Shan and his two birds go, this boxing manual is full of oracle bone script, which I can barely understand. It's a crime to possess such a treasure, and it's useless to keep it. Why not give it to you

, young hero?" Xie Yunyue waved his hands repeatedly to refuse, saying, "I am not worthy of such a treasure."

Fu Liuguan laughed loudly, "Young hero, you are being too polite. Don't you know that only the virtuous can keep a precious sword?"

Xie Yunyue couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it. He quickly opened the boxing manual and read it, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. It turned out that this boxing manual was the "Maitreya Divine Skill," with two more moves: "Yin Yin Yang Sheng" and "Six Harmonies into One." These two moves contained the unpredictable workings of heaven and earth, and the power to subdue dragons and tigers. He then said, "Every drink and every bite is preordained. This scripture is what I have learned. If it were obtained by unorthodox sects, the martial world would be plunged into bloodshed in the blink of an eye. I am deeply grateful for this generous gift and have nothing to repay it with. I wish to teach you a breathing and meditation technique, which will be of some help to your martial arts, sir, and your grandson." He then explained the essence of the technique and took out three Everlasting Pills from his side, instructing the three to take them. The three felt a fragrant aroma that flowed directly through their bodies, instantly making them feel refreshed and clear-headed. Fu Liuguan, knowing this was a rare and precious medicine, benefited greatly and repeatedly expressed his gratitude.

At this moment, Miss Wan entered the room and, in less than a short while, brought out a plate of steaming hot steamed buns and braised beef. Xie Yunyue immediately felt a surge of hunger and stood up, laughing, "Master Fu, look how clever your granddaughter is! She knew her uncle was hungry!" He then sat down at the table and began to eat without ceremony.

Miss Wan chuckled and said, "Grandpa, look at Young Master Yan, he's not much older than me. People are so polite to him, calling him 'Uncle.' Why does he call himself 'Uncle'? Isn't that just showing off?"

Fu Liuguan smiled but remained silent. He thought to himself that Wan'er was right. Once someone calls someone 'Uncle,' they become an elder, and then they'll want to change their address. Wan'er was a clever girl with her own ideas. Why should he force her to call the young master 'Uncle'? So he smiled but remained silent. Xie Yunyue laughed heartily, glanced up at the three of them, and continued eating with gusto. He was a smart man; how could he not understand the implication in Miss Wan's words? Fu Liuguan's silence stemmed from his extreme predicament. Suddenly, the images of Zhao Lianzhu's cunning and alluring charm and Zhou Yue'e's gentle and lovely beauty flashed before his eyes. A chill ran down his spine, and he chuckled to hide his embarrassment.

Miss Wan glanced at her grandfather and saw him smiling. She knew he must have guessed her feelings. Her face flushed. Fourteen years old was not young. In those days, there were too many girls who got married at fifteen or sixteen. If they were still unmarried by eighteen or nineteen, gossip would spread. Unlike now. She nudged Qing'er with her arm. Qing'er, who was eating a piece of braised beef, suddenly paused. Wan'er gave her a wink and said with a sweet smile, "Little brother, what do you think we should call you?"

Qing'er, bright and clever, rolled her eyes and grabbed Xie Yunyue's right arm, saying, "Look, we'll call you Brother Yan, okay?"

Xie Yunyue was taken aback, a thousand emotions welling up in his heart. He thought to himself, "She's about our age, so calling me brother isn't a problem. But what is this girl up to? Could it be..." He hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "You can call me whatever you want. Why go through all that trouble and have Qing'er speak for you?" Wan'er blushed and chuckled softly.

Fu Liuguan laughed heartily, "You two little devils have really climbed up the social ladder! Young hero, let's each go our own way." He paused, then added, "Young hero Yan, are you really leaving again tonight? Why not stay the night and continue your journey early tomorrow morning?"

Xie Yunyue smiled, "It would be too much of a bother."

Qing'er was overjoyed to hear that he was willing to stay another night, and kept laughing out loud. Xie Yunyue said, "Little monkey, don't be too happy. I have to go out after I eat. If you haven't mastered your meditation and footwork by the time I return, I'll punish you." Qing'er made a funny face and stuck out her tongue. Miss Wan chuckled and darted inside to prepare the evening's dishes.

Xie Yunyue hurriedly went outside and found a small mountain with lush trees and deep streams. In a secluded spot, he took out the "Maitreya Divine Skill" sheepskin scroll from his bosom and browsed through it. The divine skill had fourteen forms. The first twelve forms were no different from those taught by Master Mingliang. However, his master said that this divine skill was created by the patriarch Wuwei Shangren in the Northern Tianshan Mountains after decades of painstaking effort. There was a contradiction here that he could not figure out. He would rather wait until he returned to the mountain to see his master and ask him about the origin.

At this moment, he concentrated his mind and focused his energy, allowing it to circulate through the twelve levels of the Dao. He performed the last two forms of the "Maitreya Divine Skill," "Yin Attains Yang" and "Six Harmonies Unite as One," according to the instructions in the manual. However, these two forms were many times more powerful than the previous twelve. With a single palm strike, wind and thunder roared, clouds and mist parted, and dozens of trees in front of him, each with a diameter as large as a bowl, snapped and flew more than ten feet away. He was secretly astonished, thankful that the scroll had fallen into his hands. If it had fallen into the hands of a villain, the consequences would have been unimaginable. He felt extremely grateful to Fu Liuguan.

He practiced the Returning to Origin Breathing Exercise once, and the fatigue from the previous night's journey disappeared completely. He then repeated the fourteen forms of the "Maitreya Divine Skill." Two hours passed, and he could now perform the last two forms at will. He then carefully hid the "Maitreya Divine Skill" sheepskin scroll inside his robe and set off for Fu Liuguan's residence. He pushed open the door and entered, only to find Fu Liuguan and his two grandsons sitting cross-legged on prayer mats, all seemingly absorbed in meditation, their expressions revealing a profound understanding of the art. Without disturbing them, he went outside and sat in a rattan chair under the melon trellis, gazing at the North China Plain.

Suddenly, two sharp whistles echoed from afar. Xie Yunyue knew immediately that martial arts practitioners had arrived. In broad daylight, so close to town, how could martial artists be so brazen? Just as he was wondering, two figures swiftly landed outside the melon trellis. Xie Yunyue examined the two men closely. One was a burly monk in a grey robe, a heavy black shovel slung across his back, with fierce-looking fish eyes, a bulbous nose, a square mouth, and a bald patch below his collar. Judging from the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, he was around fifty years old. The other man, dressed in layman's attire, had a purplish-red face, a short beard, thick eyebrows, large eyes, a hooked nose, and a protruding mouth. He appeared to be nearly fifty years old. Xie Yunyue sat upright in his chair, expressionless.

The two men kept scrutinizing Xie Yunyue. The one with the purplish-red face said to the monk, "Master, the two birds haven't returned by now. Perhaps they've taken advantage of the situation and disappeared without a trace?"

The monk snorted and sneered, "Even if the two birds have the guts, they wouldn't dare betray the Buddha. The boxing manual is full of oracle bone script. Apart from the Buddha, they'd have no use for it. There must be a reason. I heard from Er Ma that this old dog lives here. Why don't we ask this pedantic fellow?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Yunyue snorted inwardly but remained silent. The purplish-red-faced old man boomed, "Pedantic fellow, is this the residence of the Fu family?"

Xie Yunyue's sword-like eyebrows... With a sudden movement, Xie Yunyue lightly flicked his palm at the purple-faced old man, who stumbled back two steps. Xie Yunyue slowly stood up and sneered, "You should be more polite when you ask questions. Whether the man surnamed Fu lives here or not is none of your

business. Young Master disdains to speak with such ignorant and arrogant scoundrels as you. Get lost!" The purple-faced old man regained his footing, his face turning pale with anger. The monk chuckled coldly, "Buddha doesn't tolerate any nonsense. With your meager skills, you dare to act arrogantly in front of Buddha? You're just asking for death. You're so jealous..." Before he could finish speaking, a slap landed on the monk's face. Enraged, the monk flicked his sleeve, creating a gust of wind as he rammed into Xie Yunyue. Xie Yunyue was secretly surprised by the monk's swiftness and dared not be careless. He flipped his wrist to meet the attack head-on, using only half of his true strength. The two gusts of wind collided with a loud bang. Xie Yunyue's shoulder swayed, and the monk took a slight step back. Both were secretly surprised by the other's profound internal strength.

At this moment, taking advantage of their fight, the purple-faced old man swayed his body and tried to sneak into the room. Xie Yunyue was also afraid that he would enter, which would be disastrous when Fu Liuguan and the other two were meditating and practicing their breathing exercises. Just then, he caught a glimpse of the monk's sleeves being pulled out again. Xie Yunyue used the force of the sleeves to his advantage, his body gliding backward. He grabbed the purple-faced old man's scalp and threw him back. He used a clever technique in this throw, so that the purple-faced old man could not exert any force in the air and fell to the ground. He felt dizzy and saw stars. The melon trellis was also knocked down by his body, crashing and creating chaos.

The purple-faced old man leaped to his feet, a sense of fear creeping into his heart. The monk was also secretly astonished, thinking, "My Iron Sleeve's wind force is no less than a thousand pounds, how could this pedantic fellow be unharmed? It's truly strange." His face filled with murderous intent, he sneered, "I never thought that I, the Iron Buddha of Great Liang, would encounter such a master! Come, come, let this Buddha see just how much skill you possess!"

Xie Yunyue, upon hearing this, realized it was one of the Thirteen Evils and couldn't help but laugh loudly. He then shouted, "Young Master, who do you think you are? It's just a clown from the Thirteen Evils! Even the old monster with the gray beard is no match for you, Young Master! And you still dare to challenge me?" "What boasting!"

Upon hearing this, the Great Liang Iron Buddha was terrified, thinking, "I heard that the old monster with the gray beard was injured by a strange young man. I thought it was just a rumor, but it seems that what this pedantic fellow said must have some truth to it. I might as well use my Iron Sleeve Force to test it out. I have a hidden Xuan Yin Finger Technique. I might just hit him by chance. I shouldn't be fooled by his boasting." He stopped talking and chuckled sinisterly. Suddenly, he let out a thunderous roar and his figure shot forward. His sleeve suddenly swung up a foot away from Xie Yunyue, revealing a palm with the middle finger protruding, aiming for the acupoint between Xie Yunyue's breasts.

When Xie Yunyue fought the old man with the white beard at Zhou Weicheng's house last time, he suddenly used the unique acupoint striking technique of the Eighteen Discourses of Xuanyuan. He took advantage of the old man's unpreparedness and attacked him without defense, which made him very successful. Although the Eighteen Discourses of Xuanyuan and the Maitreya Divine Skill are rare and unique skills in the world, his reputation is too great. If he used them repeatedly, people would recognize his background and become alert to his father's enemies. They might surround and attack him or disappear without a trace, which would make his wishes come true. In the past six months, he has gradually gained more experience in the martial arts world. He feels that the path of the martial arts world is full of thorns. As the saying goes, the taller the tree, the more the wind blows. As long as you do something big, even a small thing will become widely known. Your whereabouts will be secretly monitored. In this way, even if you have unparalleled martial arts skills, it is difficult to guard against assassination.

Furthermore, the martial world is vast and full of wonders, teeming with talented individuals. My own limited skills are nothing special. Besides, every skill has its counter, making me realize that this prosperous era is unlikely to continue. Therefore, I decided to keep the "Eighteen Discourses of Xuanyuan" and the "Fourteen Forms of Maitreya Divine Skill" hidden deep within my heart, only to use them when my life is in danger. Just as I made up my mind, I saw the Great Liang Iron Buddha lunge forward, his sleeves whipping up a whirlwind aimed at my chest. I smiled slightly, using the "Seven Star Steps of Mysterious Heaven" to dodge behind the Great Liang Iron Buddha, and with my right palm, I used the "Subduing Tiger Vajra Palm" with all my might, striking the Great Liang Iron Buddha's chest.

Daliang Iron Buddha had a well-thought-out plan. With his decades of cultivation in Iron Sleeve Kung Fu and Xuan Yin Poison Finger, he was ready to use them all at once to see how Suan Ding would escape. However, when the Xuan Yin Poison Finger was extended from his sleeve, Suan Ding vanished in a flash. He had already used all his strength in the sleeve wind and finger force, and his body was too slow to retreat. He knew he was in trouble, but he still relied on his internal energy to solidify his iron body. He thought that even if he was hit by a palm strike, it would be fine. But he was completely wrong. He suddenly felt a shock in his chest, as if he had been hit by an iron hammer. He took three steps forward and felt a million stars before his eyes and blood gushing from his chest. He took a breath and used the "Thousand-Pound Drop" technique to barely stop his momentum. However, the force of his iron sleeve wind was enough to knock down a section of the earthen wall in front of Fu Liuguan's door. There was a loud noise and dust filled the air. Fu Liuguan and his two grandsons had already flown out of the smoke and dust.

When Da Liang Tie Fo saw that Fu Liu Guan and his two grandsons had stayed behind, a wicked thought flashed through his mind. He thought, "If it weren't for you, old man, I wouldn't have come here to suffer a blow from Suan Ding. Seeing that Suan Ding's movements are incredibly fast and there's no hope of escape, why don't I subdue this kid first and use him as leverage? Then I and Zi Sha Shen can retreat safely."

Qing'er was holding a pair of judge's pens, her face full of surprise, and was about to slip past Da Liang Tie Fo. Taking advantage of this moment, Da Liang Tie Fo swiftly thrust out three fingers of his right hand. As soon as he circulated his energy, he suddenly felt his right arm go numb and tingling as if it had been pulled out. His chest was throbbing with pain, and he trembled from the pain. He couldn't muster any strength at all. He knew that Suan Ding's blow was extremely vicious, and all his internal energy had been scattered. If he didn't die afterward, he would be like a cripple. He couldn't help but let out a miserable sigh, his arm slowly hanging down, his eyes turning blank, and his steps unsteady. He leaned against the collapsed wooden beam, standing there woodenly. The purple-faced old man's expression changed drastically upon seeing Fu Liuguan suddenly appear. He froze for a moment, then fled with lightning speed.

It turned out the purple-faced old man was none other than the Purple Fiend, Ju Guang, who had worked with Fu Liuguan at a镖局 (镖局, a type of security escort agency) in Luoyang a year prior. Ju Guang was known for his cunning and treacherous nature. Later, for some unknown reason, he and Fu Liuguan had a falling out, and both left the镖局. They had occasionally met again, but they acted as if they were strangers. The Purple Fiend had come here this time to take advantage of Fu Liuguan's predicament. He had heard from Yang Shan and Er Niao that Fu Liuguan had been poisoned by the Red Sand Poison Palm and was coughing and wheezing severely, making him unable to fight. At the镖局, Fu Liuguan's skills far surpassed his own, but now, seeing Fu Liuguan emerge without any sign of illness, the old man, still possessing a conscience, was ashamed to face his old friend and thus turned to flee.

Unexpectedly, as he turned to dart away, Xie Yunyue flicked his palm, sending the Purple Fiend back to land in front of Qing'er. Qing'er, thinking the Purple Fiend was about to attack her, whirled back two steps, only to have a pair of judge's pens flash into his chest, blood gushing out. Fu Liuguan, not wanting the Purple Fiend to be killed by his young grandson, sighed sadly and gave Qing'er a slight snort. Qing'er blushed and protested, "Grandpa, he just had to run into the judge's pens; it's not my fault."

Hearing this, Fu Liuguan couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Grandpa isn't blind; he can see things clearly. Don't act recklessly next time."

Xie Yunyue laughed, "Qing'er is so clever at such a young age; she'll definitely be remarkable in the future. Why blame her, Master Fu?" He then tossed the corpses of the Purple Fiend and the Great Liang Iron Buddha into the house. The Great Liang Iron Buddha, propped against a wooden beam, had already died long ago, his heart meridian shattered.

Xie Yunyue then said, "Master Fu, I think we can't stay here any longer. Why don't you leave now? Do you have any friends' homes where we can send supplies?"

Fu Liuguan thought about it and agreed, saying with a sigh, "We'll have to move to Sai Huatuo's house in Changping. Wan'er, let's pack our essentials and leave as soon as possible." The two hurriedly went inside.

Originally, Master Fu's residence was right at the street pass, so why didn't anyone notice it in broad daylight? It was because it was hidden by towering ancient trees, and both times the incidents happened, there were no informants passing by. Otherwise, alerting the locals would have caused some trouble. After a while, Fu Liuguan and Wan'er came out carrying several bundles and led two mules from the back garden. Xie Yunyue smiled and said, "The three of you, grandfather, grandmother, and granddaughter, riding two mules is just right. Let's go."

Qing'er opened her beautiful eyes and asked curiously, "Brother Yan, what about you?" Her expression seemed to show great concern.

Xie Yunyue couldn't help but smile: "Brother Yan is confident that his speed is no worse than your four legs, but we won't be able to meet on the road."

Upon hearing this, Qing'er cried out anxiously, "Brother Yan, are you really leaving me, Qing'er, like this?"

Xie Yunyue stroked Qing'er's hair, deeply moved, and said sadly, "Qing'er, be a good girl and listen to your grandfather and sister, and diligently practice the martial arts that Brother Yan taught you. Brother Yan has urgent business to attend to, but I will definitely come to Changping to see you within two years." As he spoke, he reached into his bundle and took out a gold ingot, handing it to Qing'er, saying, "This is for you to buy some fruit."

But Qing'er refused, saying she didn't want it. Xie Yunyue's face darkened, and he said, "Qing'er, if you don't accept it, Brother Yan will be angry."

Only then did Qing'er accept it, her nose stinging, and tears welling up in her eyes. Miss Wan's eyes were also slightly red, and Fu Liuguan couldn't help but feel sad. Xie Yunyue, with a stern face, urged them to mount their horses. After watching them walk away, he turned around and pushed with both palms, causing Fu Daguan's original residence to collapse with a rumble. He then rode away from Ershilipu and secretly followed Fu Liuguan and his two companions all the way to the capital before letting them go.

Lugou Bridge at Dawn, one of the Eight Scenic Spots of Yanjing (old Beijing), was originally built during the Liao and Jin dynasties. Located in Wanping County, Jingzhao Prefecture, the bridge is 660 feet long with 11 arches and 114 pillars. Each pillar has a lion carved with exquisite detail. The lions have fur, and smaller lions are hidden among the fur. Visitors often find it difficult to count the number of smaller lions. For thousands of years, no one has known the exact number of lions, but the shape of the stone lions is unknown. The bridge is 26 feet wide and spans the Yongding River. Whenever the Yellow River floods, the surging waves carry tens of thousands of tons of silt down. But at other times, the river is murmuring, a crescent moon hangs obliquely on the willow branches, and the morning breeze is blowing. Standing on the bridge, one can see the magnificent landscape and feel a sense of openness. It makes people think of the past and inspires many poets and writers throughout history.

As dawn broke, Xie Yunyue rushed toward Lugou Bridge. The bridge was already bustling with carriages and horses. As soon as he stepped onto the bridge, he heard two men laughing loudly, "Third brother is truly a man of his word, arriving so early." Xie Yunyue looked up and saw clearly that it was Qiankun Hand Thunder Xiaotian, with the Nine-Fingered Beggar Cangxi standing behind him.

Fearing attracting attention, the three went to a small inn in Wanping to rest. They shared their innermost thoughts and talked for a while. Suddenly, Xie Yunyue asked Lei Xiaotian with a smile, "Second Brother, was the death of the Three-Handed Centipede at Gaoyou Lake your doing?"

Lei Xiaotian blinked and smiled, "Guess who? Who else could do it but me? But after thinking about it, I felt it was very inappropriate. I was afraid that others would use my name to commit the crime, which would greatly hinder your revenge. After coming to the capital, I inquired in many ways and found that there were more than ninety people who attacked Uncle Xie back then. I found out that three of them were in the Thousand Mountains Gang outside the pass. 'Thousand Mountains is commonly known as Changbai Mountain, but Thousand Mountains is a common mountain range name.'" The leader is Bai Shan Yihe Gong Tiandan, a man of great righteousness and integrity, not evil at all. You should go to Xujiazhuang in Liaoning and find out where you are. Otherwise, you'll be alerted and forced to flee, which will require much more effort. In my opinion, it would be better to eliminate those who attacked Uncle Xie one by one. That would be easier to accomplish. My brother and I will focus on investigating the enemy's whereabouts, and you should target your enemies. What do you say? Xie Yunyue was overjoyed, and then asked Qiankun Shou Lei Xiaotian if he had finished his business after arriving in the capital. Lei Xiaotian nodded and smiled, "

Actually, it's nothing major. It's just that Fang Jie, the chief constable of the Nine Gates Admiral's Office, is a long-time friend of mine. Due to the limitations of his position, he has been too extreme in his actions and has offended too many friends in the martial arts world. During the 50th anniversary banquet, his residence was robbed, and the Tang Ni armor that the Nine Gates Admiral had bestowed upon him was stolen. He should have been able to secretly investigate the whereabouts of the thief, but it was too much of a joke for the thief to steal it. He even sent a letter in public, and the news spread throughout the capital." Nearly half a year has passed since this incident. Fang Jie knew it was a deliberate attempt to humiliate him, not a genuine intention to seize the armor. When the incident occurred, he sent people to search for clues and invited my brother to the capital, hoping to find some leads through his connections and influence. However, my brother is like a runaway horse, his whereabouts uncertain. It wasn't until five months later, in Hunan, that he learned of the matter. During this period, Fang Jie investigated every month, both openly and secretly, but couldn't find a single clue. He became haggard and constantly sighed, almost losing his job. "As soon as my brother arrived…"

Xie Yunyue interjected with a laugh, "Second Brother, you found out as soon as you arrived, didn't you?"

Lei Xiaotian clapped his hands and laughed heartily, "How could it be so easy? If it weren't for meeting Eldest Brother, how could things have been resolved so smoothly?"

Xie Yunyue glanced at Cang Xi in surprise and asked, "What's the story behind this?" Cang Xi looked at Lei Xiaotian and laughed, "

What you said is unclear. Third brother thinks that this old codger of mine hasn't been begging enough, and now he's even stealing things."

Xie Yunyue blushed and said angrily, "Big brother, you and second brother are two of a kind, it's like you can't help but insult people with your words."

Cang Xi chuckled, and Lei Xiaotian blinked and said, "Third brother, I didn't insult you." He continued with a laugh, “After arriving in the capital, I didn’t find a single clue for seven days. On the eighth day, I went to the Dongyue Temple and met my elder brother. I didn’t even recognize him. He came up to me and introduced himself, praising my third brother highly. If it weren’t for my elder brother’s suggestion, I, as the second brother, wouldn’t have known that you were skilled in medicine. I have a good idea. After you’re done, why don’t you set up a medical practice in the capital? You’ll be famous among the officials and wealthy, and money will flow in like water…”

Xie Yunyue glared at Lei Xiaotian and laughed, “Second brother, instead of getting down to business, are you asking me to use my bone-dislocating technique on you?” "With that, he raised his hand.

Lei Xiaotian hurriedly took three steps back and said, "Third brother, I didn't mean to offend you. Never mind, I'll get back to the important matter. I talked to my eldest brother about this, and he said he had a solution. We went back to the Beggars' Sect branch and asked if anyone in the sect had seen what happened. Because whenever there is a celebration in the homes of high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital, the beggars would gather in groups. When the incident happened, three members of the Beggars' Sect saw five black shadows emerge from the roof. Their figures resembled the Five Rats of the Capital. Afterwards, my brother and I went to the hiding place of the Five Rats and told them the reason. The Five Rats did not admit that they were responsible. They were stunned on the spot by my brother's Vajra Scattering Palm, which struck the beam. My brother explained the greater good to them. If they did not surrender, they would have no place to stand in the nine northern provinces." As long as the Tang Ni armor was produced, he guaranteed that he would not pursue the matter further and would never deliberately cause trouble for them again. Only then did the Five Rats take it out, and his foolish brother returned it to Fang Jie's home, thus calming down a major incident. The next day, the eldest brother hosted a banquet for the Five Rats of Bucheng at the branch hall. During the banquet, the topic of your father inadvertently came up. The Five Rats mentioned that their late master had mentioned that there were more than ninety people who had ambushed your father years ago, three of whom were now hiding in the Thousand Mountains Gang, but they did not know who the three were. Xie Yunyue bowed deeply to the ground, thanking him again and again.

Lei Xiaotian laughed loudly, "We are brothers, what is there to talk about? I forgot to congratulate you, my virtuous brother."

Xie Yunyue's handsome face flushed red, and he said, "With the great revenge not yet avenged, how can I have a home? What is there to be happy about? I will go to Cangzhou immediately, see my father-in-law, and then go to Xujiatun, how about that?" Lei

Xiaotian pondered for a moment and smiled, "My virtuous brother, don't you want to visit Beijing?" "

Cang Xi laughed and interjected, "Those two good-for-nothing wives are still waiting for you in Cangzhou. What mood do they have to accompany you to play? Forget it, let's go."

Xie Yunyue blushed again. The three of them arrived at Zhao Kangjiu's house in Cangzhou. Yunlong Sanxian Tao Zhusan, Feiyun Shou Wu Fengbiao, Bagua Jindao Zheng Jinwu, Jinmian Wukong Hou Libing, as well as Zhao Lianzhu, Zhou Yue'e, and others had all arrived in Cangzhou a couple of days earlier. Everyone was overjoyed to see each other. When Zhao Kangjiu saw that his future son-in-law Xie Yunyue was outstanding, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy for his beloved daughter Zhao Lianzhu, but he himself was suffering from severe asthma and couldn't get out of bed. Nine-

Fingered Beggar Cang Xi laughed and said, "Old Zhao, don't you know that your dragon-riding son-in-law is a master of traditional Chinese medicine? I guarantee that you will be as energetic as ever in less than three days." Zhao Kangjiu stared intently at Xie Yunyue, seemingly incredulous.

Xie Yunyue, his face flushed, approached and sat by the bedside. He checked Zhao Kangjiu's pulse, inquired about his condition in detail, and wrote two prescriptions: one for internal use, and the other to be ground into powder for external application. He also administered nine acupuncture needles at noon and twelfth of each day. After a few days, Zhao Kangjiu's asthma was miraculously cured. The two young ladies, Zhou and Zhao, felt a surge of joy and pride—for their future husband.

That night, Xie Yunyue was naturally not lonely. Zhao Lianzhu and Zhou Yue'e openly shared a room with him, without any attempt to conceal their relationship. Everyone knew it was inevitable, so no one found it strange. Xie Yunyue could only stay in Cangzhou for five days before parting ways with everyone and riding north to Changbai Mountain alone, so he couldn't let this excellent opportunity slip by.

Zhao Lianzhu asked coquettishly, "Brother Yun, have you missed us?"

Xie Yunyue smiled and replied, "How could I not?"

Zhou Yue'e giggled and said, "I don't believe you!" "When she laughed, her breasts trembled naturally. Xie Yunyue couldn't resist such teasing, which made him even more unable to bear the emptiness of the past few days.

Xie Yunyue reached out and hugged Zhou Yue'e tightly. He held her ankles, and she giggled. Xie Yunyue stretched out his fingers and gently tickled the soles of her feet. She curled up and kicked her legs wildly. When she curled up, her two fair, delicate, and slender legs were almost completely exposed, and her crotch was faintly visible.

Xie Yunyue saw this, and his fingers involuntarily slid up and down her smooth and tender thighs. Zhou Yue'e's laughter..." Her movements were captivating. She twisted her body, as if trying to avoid Xie Yunyue's gentle caresses. But from her alluring laughter, it seemed she was enjoying Xie Yunyue's touch, yet also anticipating something.

Xie Yunyue's fingers stopped, resting on Zhou Yue'e's body. Zhou Yue'e also stopped laughing, a blush spreading across her pretty face. She was breathing rapidly, her full breasts and soft belly heaving with each breath. Then, Zhou Yue'e grasped Xie Yunyue's wrist, saying in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Brother Yun...you...look at me..."

Xie Yunyue smiled and said, "Now it seems you're a mischievous girl." His hand moved upwards, gliding over Zhou Yue'e's soft, plump abdomen, stopping at her firm, elastic breasts.

Xie Yunyue's one hand continued its busy work between her breasts, while the other tightly embraced her waist. Zhou Yue'e couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears. Her slender fingers unbuttoned Xie Yunyue's clothes, one button at a time. Then, Xie Yunyue reached out and embraced Zhou Yue'e, kissing her on the lips.

Zhou Yue'e opened her mouth and extended her tongue for him to suckle. Xie Yunyue kissed her passionately and skillfully, caressing her entire body as he kissed her. Zhou Yue'e moaned softly as he touched her, using the protruding parts of her body to stimulate and rub against him, expressing her needs with a hazy, nasal tone.

This filled Xie Yunyue with a surge of pleasure, and one of his hands became even more unrestrained. He unbuttoned Zhou Yue'e's top, revealing a pink embroidered bodice. Her soft, fleshy breasts, exuding a delicate fragrance, revealed a fair complexion. His hand slipped inside the bodice, tightly grasping her warm, full, and elastic breasts.

"Mmm..." Zhou Yue'e quickly grabbed his hand, blinking her alluring eyes, and said, "Be gentle, or you'll tear them."

Hearing her words, Xie Yunyue realized he had been too rough. He then released her, removed her outer garment, and untied her pink bodice, revealing her youthful breasts. These breasts were not only large and round, but also firm and elastic, with rosy areolas and tiny nipples like red beans. The flesh was white with a rosy tinge, and extremely sensitive.

Xie Yunyue bent down and began to suckle at her nipples. Zhou Yue'e felt a surge of heat spread throughout her body, and she thrust her breasts towards him. Xie Yunyue suckled at one nipple while his other hand caressed the other, kneading and pinching it. Zhou Yue'e felt a tingling sensation all over her body, and a sense of lightness washed

over her. At this moment, Xie Yunyue felt as if he had found a rare treasure; having entered a treasure trove, how could he leave empty-handed? He kneaded the full breasts, while his other hand moved downwards, slowly and rhythmically sliding down her abdomen, kneading a warm, swollen area. Zhou Yue'e's long, slender legs were now even more disoriented. She kicked and swayed, her shoes already kicked off. Xie Yunyue's movements became more violent, swift as lightning, dragging and pulling off her skirt until she was only wearing a tiny underpants.

Zhou Yue'e was completely exposed; her skin was fair with a rosy glow, incredibly delicate, and her long, slender legs were shapely and supple. The white, transparent underpants tightly hugged her plump mounds of flesh, and her vulva was clearly visible, truly captivating and arousing. Xie Yunyue saw this and thought to himself. This feast must be enjoyed properly to do justice to the Creator's masterpiece.

Xie Yunyue couldn't wait any longer and carried her to the bed, where Zhou Yue'e also took the opportunity to lie down. Her heart pounded, her face flushed, and her large, watery eyes gazed at Xie Yunyue with a yearning look. With practiced ease, he removed the only thing binding him. Zhou Yue'e shyly crossed one hand over her chest, the other covering her private, pubic area. Xie Yunyue,

now stripped of his own clothes, transformed into Adam in the Garden of Eden, his entire body a testament to his strong, muscular physique. After removing his clothes, Xie Yunyue nestled closer, gently removing Zhou Yue'e's hand, his gaze drawn to her like a magnet.

"Sister Yue'e, your figure is truly beautiful; even nitpicking wouldn't find a single flaw."

Zhou Yue'e touched his cheek, asking softly, "What did you say?"

"Nutritionally," he chuckled.

She immediately removed her hand, giggling, "Keep it up."

Xie Yunyue could see clearly this time. His vision went black, and a spectacular sight, comparable to a primeval forest, loomed before him. A small mound below his abdomen rose high amidst the dense forest. Long, dark pubic hair completely covered it, leaving only a large, dark patch. What he saw immediately triggered his urge to explore. His hands began to search, and Zhou Yue'e couldn't help but twist her waist wildly.

Xie Yunyue's hands were very cunning; he searched for the moist spot at the opening of the mound, teasing Zhou Yue'e until her mouth was dry and she couldn't help but groan. Gradually, wherever his hands touched, everything was wet and slippery, and a spring of water kept seeping from the mound, and it kept increasing.

"Ugh... Brother Yun... please stop rubbing and pinching like that..." Zhou Yue'e groaned angrily, grabbing his shoulders.

"Why?" Xie Yunyue asked knowingly.

"You... you're kneading and pinching me like this, it's so uncomfortable... it's so tingly and itchy, I can't stand it... my whole body is weak..."

"That means you've scratched the itch, right?"

"Ugh... you little devil..." Zhou Yue'e had no choice but to meet her two burning lips.

When their lips met again, her body trembled slightly, her soft, slippery tongue slipped into his mouth, and he sucked on it with unusual greed. Zhou Yue'e's waist also twisted vigorously. Xie Yunyue's fingers then increased their pressure. She couldn't help but shiver and tremble. Indeed, she was teased to the point that her whole body was weak, so weak that it seemed as if the last bit of strength had disappeared without a trace.

Only on the inside of her smooth jade legs, lustful fluids gushed out like a spring. Xie Yunyue was also burning with desire at this moment, and he pressed himself tightly against her. Her curvaceous body constantly gave him wonderful reactions. His hands were already around her waist, firmly holding her firm, bouncy buttocks. Her juices flowed freely, soaking her buttocks.

"Oh...my...good brother...I..." At this tense moment, the weak and powerless Zhou Yue'e became extremely anxious.

She was desperate, for Xie Yunyue's teasing had driven her to the brink of ecstasy, and she desperately needed his strength to satisfy her. So her hands began to search, even more passionately and urgently than Xie Yunyue's. When her jade-like hands grasped Xie Yunyue's hot, hard, iron-like member, she involuntarily let out a soft "Oh."

She raised one leg, then lifted the other, pressing it against his waist, striking a very alluring pose. Xie Yunyue could no longer resist, holding her tightly. Zhou Yue'e no longer caressed her breasts against his chest, but instead guided the large member in her hand into her strange, bewitching cave. Xie Yunyue quickly flipped over, pressing his body heavily onto Zhou Yue'e's. He possessed her wondrous, warm world.

"Ah...so comfortable..." Zhou Yue'e was also drawn into a mysterious realm of pleasure by Xie Yunyue.

His seven- or eight-inch-long member was now completely inside her wondrous little hole. Zhou Yue'e's itchy little hole felt like it had been parched for a long time, finally experiencing the sweetness of spring after a long drought, filled with immense pleasure from his penetration. Xie Yunyue felt the same way; the emptiness of the past few days needed to be released. He thrust forward vigorously, pounding deeply.

Xie Yunyue was a master of this art; leading her to the final moment before launching a powerful attack was the most effective way to achieve twice the result with half the effort, ensuring victory in every battle. After a series of rapid thrusts, he lifted her slender waist, allowing him to move with ease, each thrust reaching the very core of her being sharp and intense. Zhou Yue'e, panting, had an extremely pleasurable light in her eyes.

She said intermittently, "You...you're truly...a man among men...I really don't know...how to thank you enough..."

Xie Yunyue said smugly, "Ah...sister...be happy...happy...just shout it out loud...I will give you the greatest satisfaction..."

She was already overjoyed from his penetration, her face showing an extremely ecstatic expression. Zhou Yue'e, not to be outdone, thrust her full legs up, his movements becoming increasingly rapid, but she didn't cry out. However, from her confused and murky moans, it was even more intoxicating than any loud cry, as could be seen from her expression and Xie Yunyue's strength.

Xie Yunyue used all his strength to hold Zhou Yue'e's slender waist tightly, seemingly determined to break her waist as he relentlessly thrust into her. Her jade-like legs moved with breathtaking skill, sometimes raised, sometimes tightly wrapped around his waist. Xie Yunyue was panting heavily, drenched in sweat. Zhou Yue'e then playfully mimicked his tone, saying, "If you're happy... then just release them..."

"Oh." Xie Yunyue seemed afraid that answering her would also exhaust his energy, so he only responded softly.

His body heaved violently, thrusting fiercely, he became wild. That virility, that heat, that rapid pulse of life, penetrated straight into Zhou Yue'e's heart, and continued unabated. Zhou Yue'e couldn't help but moan, "Eee! Ugh!" Her jade hands tightly gripped Xie Yunyue's strong back muscles.

Zhou Yue'e could no longer hold back: "Faster... Brother Yun... Faster... Ugh... Good... Deeper... Ah... Please... Harder... Ugh... Oh... So comfortable... Ugh... My flower... So comfortable... Ah... I... Faster... Faster... Hmm..." She cried and moaned, so happy she wanted to die, her lustful fluids gushing out like a spring, Xie Yunyue giving her such intense pleasure.

Xie Yunyue became more and more vigorous, seemingly not giving her a chance to catch her breath, the more Zhou Yue'e cried out, the more excited he felt. As he thrust with all his might, Zhou Yue'e's youngest and most tender flesh was pulled, moved, and pushed against him, as if it were clinging to him, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Zhou Yue'e's body rose and fell with Xie Yunyue's thrusts, her slender waist almost breaking, her legs pulled up to his shoulders, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she cried out, "Oh... I... my hole is so numb and itchy... ah... harder... fuck me to death... ah... I'm dying of pleasure... faster... give me more satisfaction... ah... um... so... so beautiful... so comfortable... ah... I've given you my whole body... um..."

Xie Yunyue excitedly lifted Zhou Yue'e's large, beautiful buttocks, panting as he cried out, "Yes... you've swallowed me completely... not even the root is gone, all the way to the bottom... I'm going to tear your little hole apart..." He said between breaths, while using all his strength to thrust violently, as if he really wanted to tear it apart before he would stop.

However, Zhou Yue'e didn't find it frightening at all; instead, she felt an indescribable thrill. She cried out, "Then fuck me hard!" She gritted her teeth in intense pleasure, involuntarily digging her fingertips into his firm back muscles.

"Do whatever you want, as long as you're happy. Use any method you want to please me, even if you kill me, I'll be willing."

Xie Yunyue's hands lifted her smooth, plump buttocks again, and his seven- or eight-inch-long penis slid in quickly and forcefully, pressing tightly against her clitoris, grinding and rubbing with all his might. This move made Zhou Yue'e feel suffocated; she felt both pleasure and pain. It was because he was indeed too strong, too desperate, as if he wanted to kill her.

Deep within her, she felt waves of itchy, tingling electricity rapidly spreading throughout her body, growing stronger with each passing moment. She clung tightly to his neck, moaning in Xie Yunyue's ear, "Brother Yun... I can't take it anymore... I'm going crazy... You... kill me... fuck me to death... please... um... faster... give me one last thrust... I want... I want more... ah... I can't take it anymore..." Zhou Yue'e cried out in a

strange voice. Xie Yunyue quickly plunged his tongue into her moaning mouth, licking her tongue and lips, then stopping at her neck. He squeezed harder with his hands. His chest pressed forcefully against her full breasts, rubbing and twisting them frantically. Zhou Yue'e was half-conscious, as if immersed in a pool of warm water.

Water, more water. The sticky, wet water had soaked the sheets. This water, under his thrusting pressure, made strange, rhythmic sounds, gurgling and squelching. Xie Yunyue's pubic hair was also soaked and tangled. He was still thrusting into her heavily, the entire bed rocking as if it might collapse at any moment.

"Brother Yun... I can't take it anymore..." Zhou Yue'e cried out in her dazed state, her whole body trembling. Suddenly, she straightened up, tightly burying that lovely thing in her alluring depths.

Gasping breaths filled their ears. Zhou Yue'e was exhausted, she had climaxed three times. At this moment, even the last bit of strength in her body had disappeared. Her limbs were spread out in a "T" shape, she was too tired, she wanted to rest: "Brother Yun, let me rest for a while, you go find Sister Lian."

Xie Yunyue was also covered in sweat, and his waist was a little sore. He nodded in agreement: "Okay." So he moved his position.

Before long, Xie Yunyue and Zhao Lianzhu were tightly entwined, as if they were one. Xie Yunyue propped himself up, while Zhao Lianzhu gently stroked his strong chest muscles with her delicate fingers. She smiled softly and said in a sweet voice, "Brother Yun, you're so strong."

Zhao Lianzhu tightly embraced Xie Yunyue, pressing her full body against his firm chest, while slowly twisting her body to make the friction between his chest and her skin more pronounced. Xie Yunyue held her slender waist, pressing her body even closer to his. Although held tightly, Zhao Lianzhu's body still writhed like a snake. His entire body was in contact with her soft, plump skin, especially below his abdomen, which was particularly sensitive, and Xie Yunyue couldn't help but feel a surge of heat.

Zhao Lianzhu's hands involuntarily parted and then came together again, the friction of their skin against each other creating a wonderfully strange sensation that quickly aroused Xie Yunyue. Xie Yunyue held her arms tightly, lifting her beautiful, snow-white arms high. Excitedly, he pressed Zhao Lianzhu down heavily, and she let out a scream—a scream of pleasure. Zhao Lianzhu

's body was so radiant and full, like a sculpture of white jade, so smooth and bright, her entire being brimming with sexual allure. Her snow-white legs were wrapped around Xie Yunyue's body, and they were both immersed in pleasure.

"Oh... Brother Yun..." she murmured in a daze, feeling a surge of fullness, being filled by his strong, masculine weapon.

Xie Yunyue's slow, yet slightly rough, rhythmic movements pounded against her, gradually leading her into a wondrous world. Zhao Lianzhu eagerly raised her hips, leaving the wet patch on the bedsheets, her legs parted appropriately, ready for another round of intense pleasure. She was not only screaming wildly, but also exerting herself fully, seemingly having regained her strength, and he was accepting her counterattack.

At this moment, Zhao Lianzhu's chest felt like two burning fireballs, trembling incessantly, igniting his raging passion, which gradually spread throughout his body. He cooperated with Zhao Lianzhu's lively thrusts, giving her even more courageous, fierce, thorough, and powerful impacts. She felt suffocated; she could no longer speak. Her pink legs trembled slightly, and her melting flower core felt as if it were being scorched by a raging fire, an indescribable pleasure swirling within that swirling pool. Every pore of Zhao Lianzhu's body was steaming with heat. She was like an ocean ravaged by a hurricane, with thousands of waves crashing, and she finally couldn't help but scream.

"Brother Yun...ouch...I...I'm really going to die...ouch...you...drilling...spinning and drilling...mmm...so...so comfortable...ah...so beautiful...faster...faster...it's itchy...it's so itchy inside...harder...so...so comfortable..."

Zhao Lianzhu's whole body was hot, every pore stood on end. Her moans and cries continued to emanate from her throat. She felt as if insects were crawling and ants were biting deep inside her thirsty mouth, both comfortable and uncomfortable, and her gushing juices flowed even faster. Zhao Lianzhu's waist was constantly shifting and twisting. Xie Yunyue's face was flushed, and below his pelvis, it was like an electric grinder, constantly grinding and turning, becoming faster and stronger, but occasionally there were sudden, forceful thrusts.

Zhao Lianzhu was truly being torn apart by this move. Her lips moved in and out, her long, black hair swaying from side to side, her plump buttocks moving rhythmically from side to side and up and down in close harmony. Zhao Lianzhu was now in a state of ecstasy, her body and mind experiencing indescribable bliss.

"Ah...I...I'm going to die of pleasure...Oh...It's so tingly and itchy...My vaginal opening...It's so itchy...Ugh...Water...Water is coming out again...Ah...Brother Yun...you..." She could no longer cry out, only mumbling incoherently. In her dazed state, her whole body trembled.

Xie Yunyue was panting, but he continued his powerful thrusts. The surging waves continued to rise, spread, and overflow, already overwhelming Zhao Lianzhu to the point of utter ecstasy. From the deepest, most mysterious core, all the way to the dark, fragrant grass, every cell in her body was convulsing, twitching uncontrollably. Her flushed face was covered in sweat, and her loose little mouth was purring softly. Her voice was hoarse and weak, and her expression evoked both lust and pity, making one want to fuck her to death.

"Ah...you're really unbearable..." Xie Yunyue also gasped, "Lianzhu, I'm going to fuck you good."

"Oh...you..." Zhao Lianzhu was out of breath, her softened body gradually writhing and turning again, her hands slowly moving away from his body.

Xie Yunyue was drenched in sweat. His hands caressed the full, voluptuous body beneath him, its curves uneven and every inch of skin taut. Especially when his hands touched her wet, plump mound, he felt an unbearable excitement, feeling no fatigue whatsoever: "Lianzhu, you're like a volcano, you're melting me!" He kissed her neck, his breath hot against her sensitive pores.

Zhao Lianzhu involuntarily shivered, pressing herself tightly against him, thrusting her firm breasts towards him, rubbing and rotating them, hoping to gain even more pleasure. Another wave of pleasure washed over her, and she panted, wrapping her pink legs around his undulating back. As Xie Yunyue's tongue licked Zhao Lianzhu's trembling breasts, she simultaneously felt a powerful rhythm unfolding in her lower abdomen, gradually spreading to her most ecstatic depths.

At this moment, he truly went mad. He was hunched over, sweat streaming down his face, his breathing growing increasingly rapid. Zhao Lianzhu tenderly and lovingly stroked his sweaty neck, her alluring eyes gleaming with soft light.

"Brother Yun... I... I'm so grateful to you..."

"I... love you..." Zhao Lianzhu couldn't help but cling tightly to Xie Yunyue.

Xie Yunyue's movements quickened, becoming more rhythmic and rapid, like a whirlwind, like a sudden downpour. Zhao Lianzhu finally couldn't resist the pleasure surging from the depths of her heart, and she cried out, "Brother Yun... you're so strong... ouch... ah... ah... I can't stop you... um... I... can't take it... can't take it... it's so tingly and itchy... ah... ah..." Though she cried out like this, she was actually being tickled to her most sensitive spot, experiencing an intoxicating pleasure.

"Oh..." Zhao Lianzhu felt as if she had entered a heavenly realm; she could no longer suppress the joy in her heart, and she cried out through gritted teeth. In this heightened moment, a subtle change was taking place in her small, grassy garden. This change was precisely the ability the Creator had bestowed upon women to overcome the strong and clumsy—the Creator's design was truly meticulous. Thus, Xie Yunyue felt as if he were trapped in a suction cup, his soul soaring to the heavens, experiencing a blissful ecstasy.

At this moment, Zhao Lianzhu clung to him like an octopus, incessantly humming incoherently. The bottom of that suction cup was sucking, swirling, grinding, and releasing. She bit him several times fiercely, as if in a frenzy. Xie Yunyue, with a victorious smile, seemingly oblivious to the pain, launched a desperate attack, determined to use his last ounce of strength.

As their battle raged, Zhao Lianzhu felt a burning desire to explode. She was facing a cathartic release. In an instant, the room was filled with the warmth of spring, the air vibrating and swirling. Suddenly, Xie Yunyue let out a soft cry, his strong body piercing Zhao Lianzhu's passionate spot. Finally, as Zhao Lianzhu reached her climax, her entire body trembling uncontrollably, Xie Yunyue couldn't resist concentrating his firepower and firing at his target.

The two embraced tightly, Zhao Lianzhu's pleasure undoubtedly surpassing Xie Yunyue's. She not only emitted soul-stirring moans, but her body trembled incessantly. It was a natural tremor; if not for every nerve in her body being assaulted by extreme pleasure, she wouldn't have shaken her crystalline body so rhythmically.

At this moment, Zhao Lianzhu's mouth was half-open, exhaling fragrant, alluring, and hot breath, and continuously emitting low moans that pierced the depths of one's heart. Today, Zhao Lianzhu truly enjoyed an unprecedented paradise. Perhaps due to exhaustion, they both needed to rest for a while.

Xie Yunyue slept for a long time. When he opened his eyes, he saw a hazy dawn outside the window. At this moment, apart from the chirping of various birds, there was no other sound. Xie Yunyue lowered his eyes; Zhao Lianzhu was still asleep in his arms, while Zhou Yue'e slept behind him. Zhao Lianzhu's snow-white, voluptuous body was like a little white lamb. Xie Yunyue kept scanning her beautiful body, then gently pushed her chest. This push caused Zhao Lianzhu to turn over, her arms naturally spreading out in front of her chest. Unexpectedly, when her arms parted slightly, it revealed an alluring body, her chest rising and falling continuously. Xie Yunyue only glanced at her, and his throat trembled slightly again.

At this moment, Zhao Lianzhu opened her seductive eyes and let out a soft "hmm." She pressed her hands back on the bed and slowly raised her chest, an extremely tempting posture that made her full breasts stand out even more. Her jade-like breasts stood high and erect, trembling slightly, and her bright red nipples gleamed.

Resisting such temptation was no easy task. He lowered his head and took a deep breath. When he looked up at Zhao Lianzhu again, he couldn't help but gasp. No man could resist Zhao Lianzhu's allure at that moment. She was still lying on the bed, but her jade-like legs were raised high.

When Xie Yunyue turned to look at her, she used her slender, white fingers to pull her thighs, presenting the most alluring part of her body to Xie Yunyue's eyes. Her slender, snake-like waist swayed gently, and her plump, white hands moved in sync. Xie Yunyue felt as if she were a blazing fire, a fire capable of melting any man.

Zhao Lianzhu's hands were filled with seductive charm, and her voice was so sweet and melodious: "Brother Yun, come here..."

Xie Yunyue suddenly uttered a muffled cry and rushed forward. He bent down, grasped Zhao Lianzhu's slender ankles with both hands, raised her two long, jade-like legs high, and then thrust his spear into her acupoint, immediately beginning a new round of attack.

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