Dragon Charm and Tiger Beauty 1~2

A white horse galloped across the road, kicking up dust. Two people were carried on its back, dressed in tattered
, fine clothes stained with blood. They appeared to be children, their
faces covered in dust, making it impossible to tell their gender. The horse ran swiftly, yet the two remained silent, whether
unconscious or dead. The white
horse reached the gate of a grand mansion, collapsed from exhaustion, and the children on its back fell to the ground.
"Quickly! Go and inform Master Tang!" Upon seeing this, one of the two guards entered, while the other rushed down the steps
to the children.
A month earlier: Tang Wanli sat in the main hall, exuding domineering power. His right hand propped up his cheek, his tiger-like eyes gazing at
the beautiful scenery of the manor outside the gate. A faint scar adorned his right cheek, and a mustache adorned his upper lip. His tall frame radiated
a mature, seasoned strength. In his forties, as the Tang Hero of the Second Great Manor of the Land, his eyes were filled with resentment
and ambition.
Xiao Fanjian! What a disgusting name for Tang Wanli! He was his brother-in-law, and also
the head of the Divine Sword Manor, the number one manor in the world! Why?! Why was Wanli born if Fanjian was born?! He stole
Tang Qianhua, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, from him, and then stole the title of the number one manor in the world. Not only that, he also monopolized
all All he got was a scar, and he even lost his wife in the process. All he got in return
was the title of second best in the world and a "good brother." His initial resentment turned into bitterness, and finally into intense hostility.
He sat there, turning away all the guests. He couldn't get the manor's servants to move, and he couldn't even get his 10-year-old daughter,
Tang Yu to move. He kept thinking about that damned Xiao Fanjian until sunset, until the dead of night when everyone was asleep.
He was still sitting in the hall, with a candle lit, its light shining on those hateful eyes.
A cool night breeze blew open the wooden door of the main hall with a whoosh. Three figures suddenly appeared
and sat down. They were all clad in black robes, completely concealing their identities, exuding an invisible, sinister aura. "
Master Tang," he said in a sarcastic tone. Finally, Tang Wanli moved. He stood up, his hands
behind his back, his fierce gaze sweeping over the three men below. They were merely three dogs of the Demonic Sect.
Tang Wanli took out a secret letter from his sleeve and, with a flick of his wrist, tossed it into the hand of one of them. "The entire map of
the guards Kill them all, leaving only my sister, Tang Qianhua, alive." His voice was deep and authoritative.
"Hehehe..." The man holding the letter let out a strange laugh. "My lord, you speak so frankly, truly satisfying.
Helping our Divine Sword Sect avenge this great grudge. I cannot accept such a small token of my gratitude, just to add to your merriment." The black-robed man took out a secret manual from
his robes , slowly and respectfully approached, and presented it with both hands.
The four large characters "A Thousand Hammers and a Hundred Beauties" were what Tang Wanli saw in the book.
"My lord, I know you have that kind of fetish. You've long drooled over your own sister's beauty,
but watching that bastard Xiao Fanjian enjoy his good fortune while you can only vent your frustrations on those lowlifes in brothels must be unbearable
," Tang Wanli thought, his lust for beauty long-standing. He had long harbored improper thoughts about his sister, but Xiao Fanjian had stolen her away, leaving him
only to seek release in brothels.
Thinking of this, Tang Wanli clenched his fists, his thumb digging into his flesh.
"I know your sister is nearly forty, and her beauty must have faded somewhat
. Her buttocks, after being violated by Xiao Fanjian, wouldn't be so tight. This 'A Thousand Hammers and a Hundred Beauties' manual not only beautifies the face, but more miraculously,
it can also change one's constitution, making one's brows fragrant, lips moist, and vagina tight—the epitome of beauty, giving you an extraordinary experience,"
the black-robed man described vividly. Tang Wanli's desire surged, his eyes widened, and he took the manual with his right hand.
A month later
, a hazy, chaotic scene unfolded before he found himself surrounded by blood and light. The corpses of his loved ones
buried his small body. Through the gaps, he saw his father's head flying through the air, and his mother, about to be kidnapped,
using all her strength to break free from the enemy, sacrificing herself and her younger brother to be carried away by the white dragon (horse). Finally, she watched them
leave, then, exhausted, committed suicide.
He awoke from the nightmare, his eyes wide open, too weak to scream. He stared silently at the bed, his body
bandaged. "Who am I? Where am I?"
"Brother Mulong, are you awake?" A young girl entered through the door, dressed in emerald green, her
hair styled in cute buns on either side. She had a charming smile, but when she grinned, her white teeth revealed she was missing a front tooth.
"Yes! I am Xiao Mulong, the young master of Shenjian Manor. But everything has vanished. Why am I
still alive?"
The massacre of his entire family had completely shattered his spirit. He, who was once a pillar of the family,
lost . This kind of pain was too cruel for a mere 12-year-old boy.
"Yu'er, don't disturb Mulong~" A tall, middle-aged man entered, dressed in a black brocade robe. He had
a scar on his face and a pair of deep, tiger-like eyes that sent chills down one's spine. He was the master of this manor, Tang Wanli, the head of the Tang
Clan. The little girl in green beside him was his daughter, Tang Yu.
"Uncle... um~" Xiao Mulong wanted to get up to greet him, but his body was in terrible shape. Even the slightest movement caused pain
throughout his body.
"Don't move~" Tang Wanli pressed him down with his right hand, making him lie down obediently. Then he took a few steps and went to Mulong's
side.
Mu Long refused to lie down, his heart a hundred times more tormented than his body. He stared blankly as Tang Wanli approached.
He, who had never shed a tear before, suddenly had his eyes welling up. He couldn't cry; he had to take revenge. Yet, tears still dripped onto the ground,
one one. Xiao Mu Long didn't cry out; the tears only represented the bleeding of his heart.
Seeing Xiao Mu Long so heartbroken, Tang Yu was also moved, her eyes welling up with tears,
looking as if she were about to cry.
Seeing Yu'er on the verge of tears, Xiao Mulong quickly wiped them away and put on a smile. A thought suddenly
flashed through "Oh right, my brother!" Worried about his brother, Xiao Mulong asked Tang Wanli, "Is Brother Hu alright?" Seeing Xiao
Mulong's smile, Tang Yu's mood improved. "He woke up before you and is already taking a walk in the garden."
"Brother~!" As if on cue, Xiao Muhu, leaning on his cane, stumbled in. If Xiao Mulong
was delicate and handsome, then Xiao Muhu was dashing and spirited. His loud voice broke the somber atmosphere upon entering
. Seeing his older brother was alright, Muhu grinned and hurried over.
"Slow down," Tang Wanli called out. "Yu'er, go help your Brother Hu."
"Okay!" Yu'er responded and went to help him.
Muhu waved his hand, refusing. "It's alright!" he said, patting his chest. After a few steps, he reached Mulong.
Beside the bed, Mu Hu's expression turned grave. He vaguely remembered being rescued by his mother.
Mu Long, his heart heavy, lowered his head, concealing his sorrow. "After sending us onto the horse, Mother... she committed suicide
..." His voice choked, unable to continue.
A clang rang out as Tang Wanli's teacup fell from his hand. His eyes widened,
his expression frozen in disbelief, even more so than the two men.
Afterwards, Tang Wanli arranged for Mu Long and Mu Hu to recuperate in the manor. During this time, Yu'er, innocent and lively, accompanied them
every day , slightly alleviating their grief. A month later, thanks to their exceptional
physiques, the two were able to get out of bed and walk. Despite being only twelve years old, Mu Long was
already quite strong, with well-defined muscles in his abdomen and chest, and striking features, exuding a heroic air. Mu Hu, needless to say, not only recovered from his injuries quickly
but was also able to practice martial arts in the courtyard.
Mu Long was naturally aloof, and after experiencing the calamity, he became even more difficult to get along with. He maintained a
distance from others and rarely spoke to anyone in the manor, except for three people. One was Tang Wanli. Xiao Mu Long was eager for revenge and
desperately needed to learn good martial arts. Tang Wanli was a well-known figure in the martial arts world, and his strength ranked among the top 5.
However, he hesitated and often declined, using the excuse that haste makes waste. He only taught
Xiao Mu Long some basic sword techniques from the Divine Sword Manor, which Xiao Mu Long already knew. But being a dependent, he dared not ask for more.
The other two were Tang Yu and Xiao Mu Hu.
As for Mu Hu, he was having a great time with Tang Yu and got along well with everyone in the manor. However, he was
a bit lazy, which contrasted sharply with the diligent Mu Long. He didn't practice much. But Mu Hu hadn't forgotten his grudge. He was very
self-aware. He knew that the basic skills of the manor were useless. Besides, he had mastered them all. As a genius,
his strength was arguably superior to Mu Long's. Instead of doing useless work, why not build good relationships and secretly learn some unique skills
?
One late night, Tang Wanli entered his study through a secret passage. After confirming no one was following him
, he closed the door and went to a large room at the far end. He lit candles to illuminate the room, took out the *Thousand Hammers and Hundred Charms Manual*,
touched the cover, and narrowed his eyes. He had already read this book; it was divided into Yin and Yang styles,
mainly differing in personality and habits. The Yin style was outwardly cold but
inwardly warm, making the practitioner aloof and noble, valuing stillness as beauty. In bed, it was gentle and yielding, becoming increasingly aroused and tighter with each encounter, full of sensuality. The Yang style exuded sensuality, making the practitioner lively and
curious, valuing movement as beauty. In bed, it was alluring and overflowing with lust, unsatisfied and experiencing intense pleasure.
Tang Wanli then tore off the cover, burned the first page which revealed the *Thousand Hammers and Hundred Charms* information, and then split it in
two, replacing the Yin style cover with the *Nine Yin Manual* cover and the Yang style cover with the *Nine Yang Divine Skill* cover.
The next day, Tang Wanli summoned his two brothers to the main hall, while Tang Yu stood to one side.
The two young men were both handsome and tall. Tang Wanli nodded at them. "Do you two know
why haven't taught you martial arts?"
The two looked at each other, then shook their heads at Tang Wanli. "Haste makes waste, that's a major taboo in martial arts.
Although you two are both talented, your eyes are blinded by hatred. You want to master any martial art quickly, which will inevitably lead to
qi deviation!" Tang Wanli spoke eloquently.
The two men suddenly understood. They realized that their uncle had considered things so deeply. They had truly
judged him with their own petty minds, and they were deeply ashamed. They nodded in agreement.
Tang Wanli lifted the brocade cloth covering the table beside him, revealing the two books, the Nine Yin Manual and the Nine Yang Divine Skill,
before . Their eyes widened in astonishment; they had heard of these books in the martial world, but no one had ever actually practiced them. "Thank you,
Uncle!" they exclaimed in unison, bowing to Tang Wanli in gratitude. Tang Yu also seemed very pleased. "Sigh~ Don't thank me yet,"
Tang Wanli gestured, "How will you prove you won't be impatient and let me down?"
Xiao Muhu raised three fingers to the sky and swore, "I swear, I will absolutely not disappoint Uncle's expectations."
The somewhat slow-witted Xiao Mulong reacted, also raising three fingers, "I swear the same," he added.
"Hehe~" Tang Wanli chuckled, looking down. "Anyone can talk a good game. How about this: music can cultivate one's
mind . If you can master an instrument, it proves you can master martial arts.
" "Yes!" The two agreed without hesitation, kneeling down in gratitude. Tang Wanli invited
renowned instrument masters for them. Xiao Mulong learned the guzheng. His playing, "Under the maple leaves, the autumn sound is melancholic.
The high strings are easily broken, the melody is long and sorrowful." For the sake of the future, he studied diligently, seemingly
becoming one with the sound of the guzheng, yet exuding an elegant air. Xiao Muhu learned the xiao. "A lone bridge, a bright moon, a beautiful woman
playing the xiao, family hatred welling up inside, the sound of the moon reflected in the lake," he wrote. He liked to sit alone on the eaves, playing the xiao and appreciating the moon, creating a profound atmosphere, immersing himself in the world of the moon reflected in the lake. Sometimes he would also play a duet
with Mulong's guzheng . Two months later, in the main hall of Tang Manor, the outside was crowded with servants and waiters who had come to watch the excitement. Inside, the music teacher sat in his seat, Tang Wanli in the main seat, while Tang Yu stood to the side, beaming with excitement. Today was the day to test the two brothers' musical skills. Mu Hu and Mu Long were already prepared. Mu Long straddled the table and played the zither, while Mu Hu deftly twirled the jade flute in his hand before placing his mouth against the mouthpiece. Mu Long played first, producing a piece of music that evoked the imagery of flowing water and verdant mountains. Mu Hu followed, his music a blend of gentle breezes and the chirping of birds. Together, the two brothers painted a breathtaking picture of a beautiful spring landscape, captivating and enchanting everyone present. The music stopped, and the two brothers seemed somewhat bewildered by the brief silence. Had their skills , causing the awkward moment? A loud clap broke the silence. It was Tang Wanli, who clapped with exclamation, "Clap clap clap..." and then continued clapping. The applause spread to the audience, and suddenly the atmosphere became lively and bustling. This amazement affirmed Mu Long and Mu Hu's success. "Indeed, the student surpasses the master. I never imagined that such a young child would have such high musical talent. Even the spirit of would be gratified. Congratulations to Master Tang for taking in two peerless talents!" A music teacher bowed to Tang Wanli. Late at night in the Tang Manor bathhouse: "Fantastic!" Mu Hu jumped into the bath, splashing water. "Really~" Water splashed all over Mu Long, who was scrubbing himself, but he was equally overjoyed. This joy was the same as their performance during the day. "Glug glug..." Mu Hu emerged from the water. "Hey bro~" Mu Hu sat down next to Mu Long. "Now that we've mastered our divine skills, we should have our own names, right? Dad's name is Divine Sword, so how about we call ourselves Divine Tiger and Divine Dragon?" Mu Hu was extremely proud and smug.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mu Long seemed reserved. "You haven't avenged your great grudge yet, and you're already thinking about this and that."
"We definitely have to avenge our great grudge," Mu Hu said, splashing water. "When the time comes, I'll make that cult leader
kowtow and , and then execute him by slow slicing." The young man spoke boastfully, but he seemed full of confidence. Tang Wanli's room:
The room was extremely cold and desolate, with only one candle, which gave it an eerie feel. Tang Wanli straddled the bed,
holding an open painting of a beautiful woman in his left hand, examining it closely. His originally serious and fierce tiger eyes narrowed, revealing a lewd look.
His left hand was placed on his crotch, rubbing up and down his large, dark penis that was exposed by his clothes. The frequency
increased, and a white, thick fluid was instantly produced. His expression became very comfortable.
"Sister, oh sister..." After masturbating, he sighed at the portrait, "Why couldn't you have two daughters
?" The current Tang Wanli was ruthless, despicable, and shameless; all that remained was blatant lust,
devoid of any familial affection. "But it doesn't matter, I'll make your son even more handsome than you~"...
The next day, in Xiao Mulong's room: "Are you there, Mulong?" Tang Wanli's voice came from outside the door.
Mulong opened the door and appeared before Tang Wanli. Tang Wanli stepped into the room, casually closed the door,
found a seat, and placed the Nine Yin Manual on the table from his sleeve.
Mulong's eyes widened as he looked at the divine martial arts manual, but he dared not show too much excitement. "Mulong, your uncle is hesitant
about whether to give this to you," Tang Wanli said earnestly.
Mu Long panicked a little, clasping his hands in apology. "Uncle, did I do something wrong?"
A bead of cold sweat trickled down his face, feeling that he had done something wrong. "Sigh... don't be nervous," Tang Wanli patted his shoulder,
trying to relax him. "It's not your fault. It's just that this technique is insidious and its cultivation is extremely strange. You have a pure Yin body and
cannot the Nine Yang Divine Skill. I'm afraid..." Tang Wanli's expression turned worried.
"I'm not afraid!" Mu Long, who was usually calm and collected, was resolute this time. "Uncle, martial arts are just
martial arts . Whether they are righteous or evil depends on one's own heart!" A resolute glint flashed in Mu Long's eyes.
"So young, yet you understand so much! Good!" Tang Wanli slapped the table in praise. "I'll give you the Nine Yin Manual,
but do you know which of these four characters is the key to cultivating it?"
Mu Long's eyes darted around, as if he had suddenly realized something. "Uncle, in my humble opinion, it's in the character 'yin'.
" "That's right," Tang Wanli nodded approvingly. "The ancients said that women are yin and men are yang. Women have more yin energy, so they are more
suitable to practice the Nine Yin Manual. But you are a man, how can you cultivate female yin energy?"
Mu Long's eyes widened. "Uncle, could it be that cultivating this...?" Does that mean I'll become a woman? That's too strange.
"It's not that serious. It's just that your behavior needs to become more feminine, like dancing some women's
dances or learning some women's movements." Tang Wanli said it as if it were no big deal, and smiled casually.
"I see." Compared to becoming a woman, this is much easier. It's just dancing some women's dances. Although
it's a bit shameful for a man, it's within acceptable limits. Besides, he can just close the door and dance by himself.
"Although it's just a dance, it's indeed indecent for a dignified man to dance like a woman..." Tang Wanli shook his head.
"Uncle... I..." What did it matter? As long as he could master the divine skill, he could brave mountains of knives and seas of fire, let alone dance
a few women's dances and be laughed at.
"How about this, I'll find a teacher to teach you privately. You can learn from the teacher in the room under the pretext of practicing the skill.
I even guarantee that Yu'er won't see it." Before Mu Long could finish speaking, Tang Wanli gave a satisfactory answer.
"Thank you! Uncle!" Mu Long was overjoyed.
In Mu Hu's room: "Do you know which of the four characters the essence of the Nine Yang Divine Skill is in?" Tang Wanli looked at the Nine
Yang Divine Skill and asked Xiao Mu Hu, who was standing to the side.
"Of course it's Yang." Mu Hu crossed his arms and laughed. Unlike Mu Long, Mu Hu seemed exceptionally confident.
"You clever little devil..." Tang Wanli chuckled. "The ancients said that women are yin and men are yang. This Nine Yang Divine Skill is
precisely for men to practice, except... you have a pure yang body.
" "Isn't that even better?" Mu Hu interrupted, worried that Tang Wanli would regret it.
"I haven't finished yet..." Tang Wanli wasn't bothered by being interrupted. "This is a yang skill, and you have
a pure yang body. It's like adding fuel to the fire. I don't think you'll suffer a qi deviation after practicing for long." Tang Wanli said, feigning reason. "I
..." Mu Hu wanted to retort but couldn't find a reason. Should he say that he could practice in the ice cave?
He felt stupid to say that.
"As the ancients said, men are yang and women are yin; the harmony of yin and yang is the most wonderful thing," Tang Wanli continued.
"Since you have an excess of yang energy, then you should get some yin energy. How about this, I'll secretly find a teacher to teach you. You
can use the excuse of practicing martial arts to learn women's dances with the teacher in the room. I even guarantee that Yu'er won't see it." Tang Wanli was truly
cunning, using the exact same words.
"Great!" Mu Hu's eyes lit up, completely disregarding
Mu Long: This skill is ruthless and vicious. After mastering the divine skill, it can destroy flowers and trees, its claws are indestructible, making it invincible. Its
movements unpredictable. The practitioner will experience some unusual symptoms, but these will become normal after mastery and are not a big problem (of course,
Tang Wanli added this at the beginning).
That night, Mu Long looked at the first page, his confidence filled, and a rare smile appeared on his face.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Mu Long hurriedly put away the manual. It was Tang Wanli who entered, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. He stood up and
went forward to greet him.
Behind Tang Wanli was another person, whose face and body were obscured by a long robe, but her graceful steps and
subtle fragrance suggested she was a stunning beauty.
After Tang Wanli closed the door, the woman removed her robe, revealing eyes like water, a fair complexion like a peach blossom,
adorned and an elegant smile that left Mu Long speechless.
"She is Yan Niang, the most beautiful courtesan of Wan Hua Lou. She will guide you in your dance. I've also
explained some key points of this skill to her. In the future, Yan Niang will fully cooperate with you in mastering martial arts. She will leave whenever you rest,"
Tang Wanli explained to Mu Long. "Alright, I must leave now. I've arranged everything for Yan Niang. She will cooperate with
you and take care of your daily needs. You must also cooperate with her, understand?
" "Yes!" Mu Long bowed in thanks, and then Tang Wanli left, leaving only the man and woman in the room.
The atmosphere was a little awkward. It was the first time that the young and inexperienced Mu Long had been in a
room with such a beautiful woman at night. Mu Long's face turned red, and he dared not look at her any longer. He continued to greet her, "Master, Master," and seemed a little nervous. "Hmph
," Yan Niang smiled and said, "What master? We courtesans are not worthy of such a title." Yan Niang
placed her left hand on her right hand, bent her knees slightly, and lowered her body slightly. Her posture was graceful and elegant.
"No~ No~ A teacher for a day is a father for life. You are my teacher now, and you will be in the future," Mu Long said humbly and
politely, showing respect even to this prostitute.
Yan Niang nodded, indicating that the young man was quite good. Then she approached Mu Long. "Young master,
it's not easy for a man to learn a woman's dance. Men's bones are hard and large, and their limbs are stiff." Yan Niang looked Mu Long up and down, then
touched teased him, making Mu Long blush and dare not move. "You are still young, and there is still room for correction. I
have a set of Indian flexibility exercises for you to learn, which will make your body much more flexible."
"Thank you, Master," Mu Long kowtowed, but he still dared not look directly at Yan Niang, his eyes always looking to the side, while his hands were bowing
to someone else.
Afterwards, Yan Niang had Mu Long sit cross-legged, his hands forming a lotus shape on his knees, and taught him
the method . The basics were not difficult, and he regulated his energy like this for two hours.
"Alright, young master, let's wash up first. I've already prepared the hot milk," Yan Niang came up and greeted him.
"Oh," Mu Long stood up, his body a little numb from sitting, but he quickly adjusted and stood up straight. "Milk,"
he was sure it wasn't water.
Yan Niang smiled and lifted the cover of the bathtub, revealing soft, white milk steaming with hot air, sprinkled with flower petals,
looking very comforting.
"This..." Using milk as a bath, what a waste, Mu Long thought.
"The master prepared this especially so that the young master can cultivate as soon as possible," Yan Niang put one hand into the milk, "the young master's body
needs to become supple."
It seemed his uncle had gone to great lengths, and he couldn't let such good intentions go to waste. However, bathing in front of a woman
was still a bit unusual, but with Yan Niang's help, he cleaned himself in the milk bath.
Mu Hu: This skill is incredibly powerful. Once mastered, it grants the power to split the heavens and earth, the might of a tiger's roar, a domineering body,
and the ability to swallow mountains and seas. The practitioner may experience some unusual sensations initially, but these will become normal afterward and pose no significant problem. Mu Hu ate
melon seeds while reading the manual, one leg propped on the chair, his posture like that of
a
spoiled young master. Just as Mu Hu was lost in thought, a knock sounded at the door. Mu Hu immediately stood up, head held high. Tang Wanli entered, followed by a beautiful woman dressed in exotic attire. She wore a purple veil that
reached her waist, a red embroidered silk robe revealing her slender waist, and a golden navel ring. Her lower body was adorned with a deep red
pleated skirt. Her steps were light and graceful, her waist swaying with each step. Her makeup was alluring, yet refined and elegant. She held a
cigarette in her slender fingers, occasionally taking a puff, giving her an air of enduring charm.
Mu Hu stared intently, scrutinizing the exotic beauty from head to toe, down to her red fingernails.
No woman from the Central Plains would dare to dress like that. Mu Long probably wouldn't dare to look either. For Mu Long, this was truly a stroke of good fortune.
The beauty glanced at Mu Hu, a hint of disdain in her tear-marked eyes. "Hmph~" she snorted coldly, then took a drag of
her "It's this little lecher."
"Hmm~" Tang Wanli said. "His name is Xiao Mu Hu. And this one," Tang Wanli introduced to Mu Hu, "this is
the famous dancer of the Western Art Hall—Mei Ji. Even royalty travels from afar to admire her dance. Mu Hu, you
must learn from her." Mu Hu's mouth watered as Tang Wanli spoke. Only after Tang Wanli finished did Mu Hu
realize his rudeness, hastily wiping the saliva from his mouth. He bowed to Tang Wanli in gratitude, then bowed to Mei Ji. "
Hello, sister~"
"Oh, quite sensible," Mei Ji's lips curled slightly. "Then I'll be going now." Tang Wanli then left the room,
leaving the two of them behind.
Mei Ji walked over, and Mu Hu, naturally excited, slowly circled him, scrutinizing him closely
.
"Sister, what...what are we going to do next?" Mu Hu's eyes shone with anticipation.
"What are we going to do?" Mei Ji's jade-like hand began to caress Mu Hu's body.
Here it comes, here it comes, Mu Hu sensed something good was about to happen, and his lower body reacted.
But who knew! Mei Ji was a trained fighter, she swept her leg, striking Mu Hu's inner ankle, widening his stance. "Ah!" Mu Hu cried out, losing his balance, and sat on the ground with his legs spread wide. Immediately afterward, a weight
was placed on his back , his upper body was forcibly lowered, and another wave of pain washed over him. "You rough bones, you still want to learn to dance?" Mei Niang sat on Mu Hu's back, taking another leisurely puff of her opium. "Let me press you down for a while, so you can soften up." She began her teaching, her methods becoming rather barbaric. "You stinky bitch!" Realizing this woman was not to be trifled with, Mu Hu muttered under his breath. "Sigh~ No, no, no, good sister, good sister." The weight on her back increased, and she twisted a couple of times, making her muscles and bones ache even more. She pressed down on him intermittently a few times. "Wow..." After several presses, Mu Hu also soaked in the milk bath. He didn't pay attention to was a milk bath or not, he only knew that it was comfortable. The next evening, Mu Long said, "Young master, tonight you continue to practice your basic skills. This little servant will demonstrate a dance." After saying that, Mei Niang bent her slender waist, rolled up her exquisite long sleeves, her cherry lips and pink makeup half-covering her face, her long skirt draped over her side, her beautiful figure appearing and disappearing in the light gauze and brocade, making even the usually serious Mu Long open his eyes wide . "My lord, I actually think you men are quite tired," Mei Niang began to dance, her purple gauze skirt billowing as her movements unfolded gracefully, her eyes becoming fawning. "More than ten years of martial arts training, more than ten years of revenge, day after day, month after month, struggling in pain , yet never expecting to succeed. In the end, looking back, you're still in a sea of suffering. " "..." Mu Long frowned, his expression grave. Mei Niang spoke and danced, but her dance was extremely fluid, her captivating eyes appearing and disappearing amidst her elegant movements. "If I want revenge, I must find a great hero, a great valiant man ! Someone with strong arms that can encircle my body, foolishly doing anything for me. That is a woman's right." Mei Niang continued to dance, her movements as fluid as a stream, her back arching, her slender arms and delicate fingers forming a picture, a sentence: "Because we are beautiful and weak, how should we dance? Do you hear me?" Mei Niang's beautiful eyes, jade feet , willow waist, skillful hands... in her gentle and loving dance, in Mu Long's eyes, formed a sentence. "I am beautiful and delicate, and need your care." Mu Hu: "Do you know what the most fun thing in the world is?" The silver bells jingled, gathering on the golden lotus feet as she danced. Her ten fingers, bright red, met the pretty face hidden behind the veil. "Women aren't women, they're men~ Seducing men is the most fun thing in the world." Only her bewitching eyes were visible, her eyebrows shimmering in the candlelight. Mu Hu, lying on the ground stretching his legs, was initially uncomfortable, but seeing Mei Ji dance, he was dumbfounded, completely forgetting what he was doing. The see-through purple gauze dance dress, the bold and unrestrained attire, and her extremely beautiful figure—beauty beyond description. "I am the daughter of a bandit leader. I grew up fighting and killing, taking whatever I wanted, but..."

" I wasn't happy, and I was always on edge." The exotic dance, with its myriad allurees, was performed with exquisite skill by Mei Niang. Every twist and
turn was graceful and elegant, showing no trace of her humble origins.
"Finally, the mountain stronghold was besieged by the government, and I escaped to a theatrical troupe. Thanks to the troupe leader, I survived. In
the troupe, I learned a lesson: a suit of armor is not as strong as a piece of silk, and a sharp knife is not as sharp
as a pair of beautiful eyes and red lips." Mei Ji swayed her slender waist, her body twisting like a water snake, coupled with her
captivating eyes, making her incomparably alluring. "What I had before, I can have now, and men are eager to
offer it to me, yet I am happy." Mei Ji's allure, bare feet, slender waist, and delicate hands… in her sexy and seductive dance,
in Mu Long's eyes, formed a single sentence:
"Am I beautiful? Do you want to sleep with me?"

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