【Golden Branches and Jade Leaves】【Author: Lan Jing】

(I)

Countless bright stars dotted the pitch-black night sky, merging with the myriad lights on the ground. In a square courtyard with green bricks and tiles, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy knelt on the threshold in front of the door. His dark eyes revealed a deep weariness. His head, tied in a small, upright braid, bobbed forward several times, nearly hitting the door.

With a thud, the child touched the bump on his head and muttered to himself,

"How infuriating! I just touched it, and he complained to Dad! He said I've been a bad kid since I was little and will definitely become a lecher when I grow up. So what if I'm a lecher? What's wrong with being a lecher? Look at that lecher Baili Fei, he's ranked number one in the martial arts rankings. If he weren't a lecher, and so many people weren't chasing him, would his lightness skill be so good?

I'm not kneeling anymore, I'll become a lecher!"

Of course, he was all talk; he didn't actually have the guts to become a lecher. His father was known for his incorruptibility in the legitimate world. If he knew that the child showed no remorse and was still talking like this behind his back, he would definitely break his leg.

Since he didn't dare to stand up and resist, the only thing he could do was continue kneeling there.

So, under the moonlight, the lonely child knelt in front of the gate of a shrine. He quietly fell asleep with his head against the gate.

Speaking of this child, he is Luo Yulin, the only son of the renowned Luo Tianhao, the master of Luoye Manor and a great hero

of Zhongzhou, and Lin Yuling, the Guanyin of the Clouds. Luo Tianhao, a disciple of the Wuji Sect, possessed unparalleled mastery of the Hunyuan Wuji Bagua Palm, making him invincible in his youth. Thus, he achieved a distinguished reputation at a young age. After marrying Lin Yuling, one of the ten most beautiful women of the time and the Fairy of the Clouds, Luo Tianhao retired to his hometown to enjoy family life. For eighteen years, the two have lived in perfect harmony, respecting each other as guests. Their life is truly happy and fulfilling; the former fairy has become the current Guanyin, still beautiful despite the passing years. Luo Tianhao's only regret is his lack of children.

Although he has two beloved daughters, he only has one son. Unfortunately, this precious son is unruly and unwilling to endure hardship. He learns the family's secret techniques quickly, but he simply refuses to put in the hard work. Unlike swordsmanship or knife techniques, which rely on talent, Hunyuan Wuji Baguazhang is entirely built up through gradual accumulation. Inconsistent practice is the biggest taboo in this martial art.

How can one survive in the martial world without a self-defense skill, especially since Luo Tianhao is known for his impartiality and has enemies everywhere? In desperation, Luo Tianhao had his wife pass on the "Golden Silk Dart," a hidden weapon technique passed down among the women of the Luo family, to their son. However, before teaching this technique, Luo Tianhao repeatedly warned his son never to reveal it unless absolutely necessary. Of course, he wasn't worried about the technique leaking out; he could rattle off countless techniques like the "Golden Silk Dart." However, it would be too shameful for people to know that the son of the renowned Central Plains Hero Luo Tianhao was using women's martial arts.

What could he do if his son disobeyed his instructions? Since learning the art of darts, Lin'er practiced diligently, often scouring the mountains and fields for birds and rabbits to test his skills. He would also hunt some game to add to his meals. Over time, his dart-throwing technique and accuracy became quite refined.

If it were just a matter of laziness, Luo Tianhao wouldn't be too worried. After all, he had friends all over the world, and several of his good friends were renowned masters in the martial arts world. His own sect also had a wide influence. For his sake, this boy wouldn't have to rely solely on martial arts to make his way in the world. However, recently his son had been neglecting his studies and learning all sorts of bad things. Before, this boy was just an unfilial son, but now, if things continued like this, he would become a rebellious one.

Thinking about it, "If you raise a child but don't teach him, it's the father's fault." Luo Tianhao asked himself earnestly, "Haven't I been strict enough in disciplining him?"

Ever since this boy was old enough to understand things, he had spent almost every day with the stone pillar at the gate. Now, this kid hasn't mastered martial arts, but Master Benchen of Shaolin, who visited last time, said he'd at least mastered the fourth level of Iron Knee Skill and even asked if he'd be willing to part with his beloved son and let him take him as his last disciple. An ancient saying goes, "The love of a mother for her child is more cruel than any poison." But his wife had never spoiled the child.

Of all virtues, virtuous conduct comes first, but it seems his son isn't so diligent and doesn't want to be first. But of all vices, lust is the worst, and this kid can't go down that path. Back then, how many lecherous villains died at their hands? They defeated the Five Wheels Society, destroyed the Lone Spear Gang, slew the Four Seas Demon Dragon, and burned the Joyful Living Buddha—wasn't it because they were lustful and greedy? Could it be that in the future they'd have to kill their own family for the greater good…? Leaving aside Luo Tianhao's worries, let's talk about his son, who was reflecting on his mistakes. A few days ago, while his parents were away, he secretly slipped out of the manor to find stinking dog shit, lowlifes, bastards, and sluts. Just from their names, you could tell they were a bunch of low-level thugs. However, in a small town like this, finding any serious gangsters was difficult. Forget about whether Dad would let them stay here. Even their two self-proclaimed chivalrous older sisters wouldn't let them live in peace. Besides, this town had fewer than three thousand people, less than a hundred households. Even a slightly larger village was better off. If it weren't for the mountainside and lack of land,

the townspeople would only be able to make a living off the road in front of their houses. This was a desolate wasteland.

In such a godforsaken place, having a few thugs was already a good thing. Of the four, Stinky Shit and Slutty Rotten were about sixteen, lowlifes, and a year or two older than him. However, because Lin'er had powerful connections and knew martial arts, he was actually the leader.

Unexpectedly, they only encountered a bunch of scoundrels and bastards. They had originally intended to ask the two scoundrels where "Stinky Dog Shit" and "Sexy Trash" had gone, but instead, they were inexplicably treated to a hotpot meal. After eating and drinking their fill, the two guys told them

that "Stinky Dog Shit" and "Sexy Trash" couldn't hold back any longer and had gone to the Pants Alley. Lin'er already knew there was a Pants Alley in town. It housed the town's only brothel. He also knew that the brothel's madam used to have "Stinky Dog Shit" and his friends help her run the place. However, because the prices were too low, they wouldn't work for her. When did these two change their ways? The two scoundrels and bastards didn't know what had gotten into "Stinky Dog Shit" and "Sexy Trash." But the two scoundrels were very curious about the brothel and allowed Lin'er to go check it out. "

Let's go see," they thought, "who's afraid? The brothel staff wouldn't dare come to the manor. Their families wouldn't come here either."

I'm not afraid of revealing the secret. Besides, what difference would it make if Dad found out? At worst, I'd get a beating. But these days, I'm always getting a good beating. If I really get hurt, I can eat and drink well and rest in bed for a couple of days. I won't have to get up before dawn every day to practice that palm technique, and I won't have Dad looking at me with disdain and scolding.

I can also avoid that leather whip that makes me furious just thinking about it. That leather whip was given to Dad by that hateful second sister on his birthday. Dad received the gift and kept saying, "Very good, very good, useful, useful."

It was clearly given to me.

When I got to the brothel, those two bastards, "Stinky Dog Shit" and "Slutty Rotten," were really smug, wearing dark blue dog skins.

They even tried to be fashionable, wearing their hats askew. With their hands in their waistbands, they really looked like dogs. After not seeing them for three days, they were acting all high and mighty, even trying to drive everyone away. Lin'er subtly manipulated things, letting the two brothers and the gate have a good time. Only then did the two rascals, "Stinky Dog Shit" and "Slutty Trash," realize what was happening. After some kowtowing and begging for forgiveness, they were actually invited to watch a good show that night. "

Come on, come on," Lin'er thought, "since our parents won't be back anytime soon. We might as well have some fun tonight. My two older sisters will definitely tell on us anyway, so let's make our money while we can."

They loitered around with the two rascals until dark. Only then did Lin'er and the others return to the brothel entrance to meet up with "Stinky Dog Shit" and "Slutty Trash."

The two rascals, acting all mysterious, told them to wait at the back door.

After waiting for a long time in the stinking, garbage-filled alleyway, Chou Gou Shit finally sneaked in by himself, opening the small door and letting Lin'er and the others in. Then, he led them furtively to the backyard window. Laughter and playful chatter came from inside.

Chou Gou Shit made them squat down. He quietly dug open a wooden plank, revealing a slit about the width of an index finger. Peeking through the slit, they could see a short, fat, bald man, embracing two women intimately.

Xia Sanlan and Wang Badan eagerly pressed their heads into the slit, peering intently. Chou Gou Shit also stared longingly for a while before saying he had to go to work and reluctantly leaving. Before leaving, he covered Lin'er and the others with a stinking sheet. It seemed this guy often came to peep.

Peering through the crack for a long time, to be honest, the fat man was just rubbing and kneading the two prostitutes' buttocks with his chubby hands, which was utterly pointless. I really don't know why those two scoundrels were practically staring. And just now, the prostitute on the left turned around to get a towel.

Through the crack, I could see her face clearly. Ugh! It was terrifying, incredibly ugly.

It's unimaginable how that fat man could stand it, but I have to admire those two scoundrels for still looking at me like lecherous wolves.

Disgusted, Lin'er dragged the two thugs out of the brothel. These two actually claimed they were interfering with their enjoyment of the performance. All the way, they complained incessantly, groping each other, having their fun—it was disgusting. And they kept talking about women's...things.

What exactly are those things?

Of course, he couldn't possibly ask those two bastards. If they knew he didn't even know what a woman's "thing" was, wouldn't he lose face?

From what they said, he could tell that a woman's "thing" was located in what was equivalent to his penis. He figured he'd find out by secretly touching his two older sisters' "things" when he got home, right?

Lin'er secretly made up his mind. But he never expected his sisters' reaction to be so strong. Besides beating him up, they also locked him in his room. When his parents returned, they complained about him bitterly. Seeing his father's ashen face and his mother's tightly furrowed brows, Lin'er knew he was in deep trouble.

However, because he already knew things were going badly, he had already prepared an explanation while he was locked in his room. Fortunately, his eldest sister hadn't seen him touching his second sister's "thing." So, Lin'er insisted it was just an accidental touch.

After hearing his fabricated story, apart from his second sister's still fierce expression, everyone else's expressions softened slightly. After a lecture that went

something like, "If you don't learn to be good from a young age, you'll definitely become a lecher when you grow up. An unfilial son is no good person. Of all evils, lust is the worst,"

Dad recounted his glorious deeds from his youth: how he defeated the Five Wheels Society, destroyed the Lone Gun Gang, killed the Four Seas Demon Dragon, and burned the Joyful Living Buddha. However, unlike his previous recountings, this time he described it in great detail, detailing how his intestines spilled out and how his head was burned to a crisp. My eldest sister, second sister, and mother were all nauseous. To be honest, although I didn't get to eat dinner that night, my stomach did feel quite uncomfortable. Finally, Mom couldn't take it anymore and told Dad to end this disgusting lecture.

In the end, the punishment came down: kneeling at the gate. However, this time, instead of kneeling at the main gate, he knelt at the gate of the ancestral hall. This was called confessing one's sins to the ancestors.

(II)

I don't know if it was because the ancestors were watching. It was still bad luck. On the third day of kneeling before the ancestral hall, Lin'er was already kneeling.

(Because of the gravity of his transgression, it seemed his father wasn't going to forgive him easily; he'd likely have to kneel for a month or two before he could get through this ordeal). Then, a torrential rain began to fall. According to Zhu the Cripple, who looked after the ancestral hall, this rain was a once-in-a-century downpour.

This Zhu the Cripple, whose real name was Zhu Changren, was said to have passed the imperial examinations in his youth and served as an official. However, he somehow offended someone, was falsely accused, and imprisoned. It was only through his father's connections that he was rescued. Although his life was saved, his right leg was lost.

His father said Zhu was a learned scholar and an honest and upright official. He had originally wanted Zhu to be his teacher, saying that Lin'er could learn both profound knowledge and how to be a good person from him.

Fortunately, Zhu the Cripple, having experienced this ordeal in prison, had become disillusioned with everything. He said of himself, "At seventy-seven years old, I'm barely alive," and also that he was "a bookworm, unfit to be a teacher." In short, he wanted to do nothing but loaf around and wait to die.

His father, seeing he couldn't persuade him otherwise, had to ask him to look after the ancestral hall.

Although this task was extremely simple, Zhu the Cripple did it quite diligently. He would wipe the ancestral tablets whenever he had free time, and he never missed offering the three

sticks of incense each day. Sometimes, Lin'er really wondered whether the ancestors enshrined in the hall were his own or Zhu the Cripple's. However, although Zhu the Cripple was a bit fussy, he was far superior to his father, a roughneck.

First, he had plenty of stories, although his storytelling skills weren't as good as the blind storyteller in the town's teahouse. But he knew far more stories than the old blind man, who only ever told a few tales like "The Three Heroes Battle the Ruble" and "The Eight Great Hammers Break the Zhu Xian Formation." Once, when pressed by the audience, he threw out a new story, "Three Whips for Two Maces?

" It even included the legendary tale of Zhao Zilong's roar at Dangyang Bridge that terrified the enemy.

The bumpkins in the audience didn't recognize it at all, and even cheered.

Of course, if Zhu the Cripple hadn't told him about the Sui and Tang dynasties, Lin'er wouldn't have understood either.

However, every time Lin'er was punished to receive ancestral teachings, he truly benefited greatly. At least he gained a thorough understanding of the Twenty-Two Histories and the wise rulers, foolish rulers, loyal ministers, treacherous ministers, generals, and famous figures of various dynasties throughout history.

However, Lin'er often wondered why he had never heard of any martial arts figures in these stories. It seemed that his father's world and the world Zhu the Cripple spoke of were completely different.

Zhu the Cripple not only had many stories, but also broad knowledge, and his predictions were remarkably accurate.

Like this recent heavy rain, he said it was a once-in-a-century event, and it truly was. So, he went to the mountain villa to see his father early in the morning. Later, it was said that he had asked his father to help persuade the prefectural government to evacuate the residents of the low-lying areas to avoid the flood.

Such a great act of merit, of course, his father readily agreed.

So, everyone in the manor, except for Lin'er who was still being punished, left. His father and Zhu the Cripple went to pave the way for the government. His mother was responsible for inviting martial arts practitioners to help. His two older sisters were just looking for trouble. Looking at it from their own perspective, it was already a blessing if they didn't cause any trouble, let alone expect them to help.

With no one to watch over him, Lin'er certainly wouldn't stay kneeling at the gate. Kneeling in the pouring rain was not something he wanted to do.

Therefore, Lin'er was the only one in the entire manor; there weren't many people in the manor to begin with. Besides his own family, only one old servant lived in the manor, and two old women would occasionally come to the manor to collect laundry. Every morning, Cai Tou A Bao from town would also come to the manor to deliver vegetables. Apart from that, there was no one else. His father had originally invited Zhu the Cripple to stay with him. But Zhu the Cripple insisted on living in the ancestral hall, saying, "A gentleman does not avoid living in the inner quarters." Meanwhile, the old servant was too old; a year ago, his father gave him several hundred taels of silver and sent him back to his hometown to enjoy a comfortable life.

Now, well, Lin'er was all alone in the entire manor, temporarily assuming the role of manor lord. No one scolded him, no one gave him the cold shoulder. He could do whatever he wanted. The most satisfying thing was being able to grab his father's leather whip and lash it around. However, because he accidentally broke a glass vase in the hall, Lin'er rarely touched that whip afterward. And he had to quickly come up with an excuse, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get away with it.

But soon, Lin'er found new amusement. Originally, he was absolutely forbidden from entering his eldest and second eldest sisters' rooms, but now, the entire manor was his alone, so where was he forbidden?

Prying open the window, Lin'er easily climbed into his two older sisters' rooms. Anyway, it was a once-in-a-century torrential rain. He could just say the wind blew it open.

In his eldest sister's room, Lin'er had a great time making a ruckus. He even hugged his eldest sister's blanket and slept on her bed twice.

Finally, he considered urinating on his older sister's blanket, but after much deliberation, he worried about how he would explain it and had to abandon this extremely tempting idea.

Having nothing to do was equally boring.

After four or five days of indulging in his manor-management fantasies, Lin'er gradually realized that being the owner of an empty manor was indeed a very dull thing.

If it weren't for the fear that those four—the stinky dog, the lowlife, the bastard, and the slut—might cause trouble if they entered the manor, he would be in deep trouble. Lin'er had already gathered his cronies.

With nothing to do, Lin'er now understood why his two older sisters liked to cause trouble. It seemed they weren't like him, constantly being looked after by their father; they were quite something, hence their tendency to create problems.

Just as Lin'er was also looking for something to do, a guest arrived.

This guest neither paid a visit nor asked for lodging.

This person simply jumped over the wall and entered.

The moment Lin'er saw the guest, he knew he was a master, a top-tier master at that. The very very elite kind of master.

As for why, there was no need to ask. This master looked exactly like the infamous "Invincible East," the legendary villain from two hundred years ago, often mentioned in his parents' casual conversations.

Lin'er knew, of course, that anyone who looked like that was a master, and definitely a great villain.

Seeing such a guest arrive, without a word, Lin'er turned and ran. He dashed to the backyard, seeing that the transvestite hadn't chased after him yet; apparently, he was still searching for someone else in the manor.

Lin'er crawled out through the dog hole in the backyard. If his father found out about this, he'd probably have to apologize to his ancestors again. The son of a great hero of the Central Continent crawling through a dog hole, especially his own dog hole, would surely damage his reputation greatly. He

crawled out of the dog hole and slid down the slope.

Several days of heavy rain had washed the hillside smooth.

The rainwater had conveniently smoothed away the mud along the way.

Reaching the foot of the hill, Lin'er casually turned into an alley in the small town. He tossed his mud-soaked clothes aside.

It wasn't that he disliked the dirt, but he was afraid the transvestite would recognize him.

He wiped the mud off his clothes on his body and face. Just as he turned to leave the alley,

he heard a cold snort behind him. The transvestite stood straight behind him. The torrential rain hadn't even soaked his clothes. Raindrops were blocked by an invisible wall of energy a foot away from him.

Although Lin'er's martial arts skills weren't high, he was quite discerning. He knew that even his father was far from reaching the "condensing qi into form" innate qi realm. His family's Hunyuan Wuji Bagua Palm relied on true qi, and his father's cultivation of innate true qi was among the best in the martial arts world. Now, this monster has appeared. It seems there's no way to escape.

An old man and a young boy stood in the pouring rain at the back of the alley, staring at each other.

The old man, a freak, simply stood there idly, showing no intention of grabbing Lin'er.

Frankly, Lin'er was covered in mud, dirtier than a mudfish caught from a stinking ditch.

Needless to say, the old man, a clean freak, didn't want to touch him. Even if his father were here, he wouldn't lay a finger on him.

"Old man, your martial arts are unparalleled, my admiration is boundless..." Since strength was

out of the question, strategy was the only option. Even Han Xin had endured the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs. He could always crawl between the old man's legs, but unfortunately, he'd heard that freaks had their manhood cut off. Otherwise, he could take this opportunity to give him a good beating. Having

made up his mind, Lin'er unleashed all his flattery skills, patting the old man on the back again and again.

However, the old transvestite didn't seem to be buying it. He stood expressionlessly in the rain, staring at the young boy in front of him.

He had already inquired before coming. Luo Tianhao only had this one precious son. But looking at this boy's character, he was so different from Luo Tianhao. He wondered how Luo Tianhao had raised such a rascal.

(III)

The Qinling Mountains stretch for more than 300 miles, and to the north lies Xi'an, the most important town in the west.

As the political center of six dynasties, the ancient capital of Xi'an is second to none in terms of culture and prosperity.

From the palaces and buildings that are faintly visible in the light mist, one can imagine the glorious scene of Xi'an in its heyday.

Lin'er had wanted to visit Xi'an for a long time.

Unexpectedly, his wish came true this time. If it weren't for the old transvestite beside him, Lin'er would definitely be very excited.

Ever since he was captured by this transvestite at Luoye Manor. They continued their journey through the mountains, never stopping in any place inhabited by travelers.

Lin'er suffered greatly along the way. The old demon was highly skilled in martial arts and possessed exceptional agility. He moved through the towering mountains as if strolling leisurely. Lin'er, however, was exhausted from days of trekking. He also had to constantly flatter the demon, maintaining a smiling face despite his fatigue – a truly arduous task.

However, Lin'er never considered running away. Discretion was the better part of valor. Escape from this old man was out of the question.

Therefore, Lin'er relentlessly pursued his goal of appeasement, hoping to soften the old eunuch's heart.

After several days, he saw some success.

One day, the old demon couldn't help but ask him, "Boy, you're shameless, do you know that?"

Shameless? Of course he knew. Lin'er had asked himself this question countless times over the past few days. He hadn't expected the old demon to see through him. Lin'er had cursed the old demon thousands of times in his heart. Hearing the old man say this, the old eunuch secretly added some good fortune to the old transvestite's ancestors.

"I really can't believe you're the offspring of Luo Tianhao and Ju Rou," the old eunuch said bluntly.

Thinking about how his parents usually treated him, he sometimes wondered if he was their biological son.

However, there seemed to be no indication that he was adopted or anything like that.

Moreover, Lin'er discovered that the old eunuch had mentioned a name he had never heard before—Ju Rou. Could it be that he really was his father's child with that other woman? It seemed necessary to find out.

After thinking this, Lin'er immediately put on a smile and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, yes, how could you be wrong?

I am indeed my father Luo Tianhao's son, but as for Ju Rou, I've never heard of her." "Ju Rou—, it's a name that hasn't been mentioned in a long time. Sigh! Didn't your mother change her name to Lin Yuling now?

" The old eunuch seemed to have unearthed a pile of dusty past events from the depths of his rusty memories, revealing the same expression that Zhu the Cripple often showed when thinking about the past.

Hopefully, it wasn't something painful, otherwise, he might suffer.

Over the next few days, Lin'er was quite puzzled by the relationship between this old man and his parents.

He was certain they weren't friends, but calling them enemies was also a bit of a stretch. The old man hadn't mistreated him in any way. Judging from the old man's skills, he wasn't one of those idle people who came several times a year seeking to spar. Nor was he some young upstart wanting to learn from him.

It seemed the old eunuch was someone his parents knew from back then, and he even knew his mother's other name. Their relationship was probably quite close; he just didn't know if his father knew this.

"Senior, your martial arts are superb; you must be very famous in the martial arts world. May I ask how I should address you?" Lin'er wanted to take this opportunity to probe the old man's background.

The old man rolled his mostly white, black-eyed, dead sheep-like eyes and snorted, "In the martial arts world, most are undeserving

of their reputation. What's the point of associating with such people?"

How arrogant! Lin'er thought to himself, now was the perfect time to strike while the iron was hot and give the old man a good compliment. However, he had already flattered him enough along the way, but it seemed the effect wasn't quite there. It was best not to offer any unoriginal flattery.

It seems there's only one last resort: if I can establish a connection with this old freak, my life will be much safer.

However, this was originally a last resort, a method I absolutely mustn't use. Who knows if the old freak will take a liking to me and insist I become the successor of his unparalleled martial arts? What if the old eunuch really practices something like the "Sunflower Manual"? Wouldn't I be finished? Even if it's not that "Sunflower Manual," judging from the way the old eunuch is practicing, he's probably no pushover either. What if in the end I have to castrate myself, but I might not even succeed? That would be utterly disastrous.

But for now, I'll just have to take it one step at a time; I can't think that far ahead.

"Your martial arts are indeed no match for those people. By the way, do you think I could learn a couple of your amazing techniques? I'll show those people in the martial arts world what I'm capable of."

"Want to learn my martial arts? You can't even imitate your father's martial arts properly," the old eunuch said dismissively.

"That's because my father's martial arts aren't suitable for me," Lin'er glanced at the old man, and seeing that the old man seemed interested in what he was saying, continued, "My father is tall and strong, with powerful arms, which is perfect for practicing the kind of hard-fought fighting style. As for me, my physique is nothing like my father's; instead, I'm like my mother, the nimble and agile type."

He paused, glanced at the old man again, and continued, "When my father taught me, he didn't know how to adapt. He always used his old methods to teach me, without considering that even the same soil can produce two different kinds of seedlings. Moreover, how can two completely different physiques be forced to achieve the same results?"

"Furthermore, ever since my father took me to the Four Seas Dragon Gate to pay respects to the Old Dragon King, I understand this matter even more clearly."

At this point, Lin'er saw that the old eunuch was clearly very interested in what he was saying, so he kept it a secret and didn't continue.

"What exactly did you discover, you little rascal? Tell me quickly!" Sure enough, the old eunuch couldn't help but ask.

"You don't know, the old Dragon King's martial arts are superb, one of the best in the martial arts world, but his son is far inferior."

"What's there to not know? Sigh, each generation is worse than the last."

"Oh dear, you know about this too, but in my opinion, the young Dragon King really isn't suited to practicing the martial arts of the Dragon Gate. The Dragon Gate is known for its unparalleled internal strength." At this point, Lin'er heard the old man give a heavy snort, but he ignored it and continued, "When I saw him, good heavens, the old Dragon King is practically two sizes bigger than Dad, naturally suited to practicing that kind of kung fu. His son, on the other hand, is small and thin. In my opinion, if he could practice swordsmanship or something, it would definitely be more suitable than what he's doing now. I'll probably look like that in the future."

He finished with a helpless expression.

These words were actually beyond his comprehension at his age. However, because he had heard Zhu the Cripple tell the story of "Yan Zi's mission to Chu, the oranges south of the Huai River are sweet, the oranges north of the Huai River are bitter," he casually picked it up and recounted it.

Unexpectedly, these words truly touched the old demon's heart.

The old demon had been troubled by his lack of a successor, and he also harbored a secret he had kept hidden for over thirty years. Originally, the old man had long given up on taking on a disciple. Unexpectedly, Lin'er's words stirred up long-dormant memories of his past.

Moreover, from Lin'er's words, the old man was suddenly struck by something he hadn't considered before.

Back then, his rival was indeed exceptionally skilled in martial arts. He had never stopped practicing for the past thirty years, but his rival hadn't been idle either. Judging from the rumors circulating in the martial arts world, his rival's martial arts had already reached their pinnacle.

He feared that in his lifetime, he would never be able to surpass his rival.

But this brat was right; the martial arts world today was declining with each generation. Although his rival's martial arts were formidable, his disciples hadn't produced any outstanding figures.

Although this brat's character was lacking, his sect had never placed much emphasis on morality. As long as one didn't betray their master or ancestors, it was acceptable. Besides, their sect's training methods were considered by the righteous sects to be absolute heretics, obscene and obscure. Being too righteous would hinder one's achievements. Moreover, this kid had exceptional talent. What

was even more remarkable was his insight at such a young age, far surpassing those crude individuals who had practiced martial arts for decades.

Having made up his mind, the old eunuch called Lin'er to his side and ordered him to sit before him.

Lin'er was uneasy. To be honest, he really didn't want to have much to do with the old eunuch, but now, his life was in someone else's hands. He had no choice but to submit. Lin'er

sat listlessly before the old eunuch with a forced smile, a sour smell assaulting his nostrils, making him

feel nauseous. Moreover, he had to endure the old eunuch touching and groping him. To be honest, Lin'er's whole body was covered in goosebumps, his thoughts completely transparent.

But the old eunuch ignored him, continuing to pick and choose as if he were buying pork at a market, examining this and that.

Lin'er kept muttering to himself, "This old freak is abnormal, he seems to be addicted to touching me. I hope my ancestors did some good deeds and didn't catch his eye; I don't want to become a lecherous old man."

Finally, the old freak told Lin'er to take off his pants.

Lin'er thought to himself, "Here it comes, here it comes, I'm doomed, I'm going to lose my virginity today.

" Fortunately, the old freak only turned Lin'er's penis over and over, looking at it a few times. He then pinched the scrotum a couple of times before telling Lin'er to put his pants back on.

Lin'er put on his pants and retreated to the side. He waited for the old eunuch to speak, but seeing that the old eunuch remained silent, he was quite puzzled. He had been rolling the dice for a long time without revealing the winning tile, keeping Lin'er in suspense.

The old man pondered for a long time before slowly asking, "Boy, do you really want to learn martial arts from me?"

Now Lin'er was troubled. How should he answer?

If he said yes, what if the old eunuch really practiced the "Sunflower Manual"? He'd be finished! If he

said no, even if he had two hundred and fifty times the courage, the old eunuch wouldn't dare.

It seemed he had to probe first to see what kind of martial arts the old eunuch practiced. Thinking this, Lin'er cautiously asked, "What's the name of the martial arts you practice, sir? Is it difficult to learn?"

Asking this way would at least leave him some room for maneuver. At worst, the old eunuch would think he was afraid of hardship, preventing the old eunuch from realizing he didn't want to be his disciple at all.

Sure enough, the old eunuch really thought Lin'er was afraid of the hardship of practicing martial arts before even becoming an apprentice. He shook his head repeatedly and said, "Boy, with your temper, no matter how good your aptitude is, you won't achieve anything. How can you master martial arts that will make you stand out from the crowd if you're afraid of hardship? I'm not like your father. If you become an apprentice and then refuse to practice properly, hmph..." The old eunuch snorted coldly. He pulled out a two-inch-long silver needle from his pocket.

Seeing the silver needle in the old man's hand, Lin'er's face turned green instantly.

Damn it, damn it, it seems he really was right. The old man must be practicing the "Sunflower Manual." Lin'er clearly remembered his parents saying that Dongfang Bubai once fought three of the top masters of the time with just an embroidery needle.

Besides the "Sunflower Manual," what other martial arts in the world used silver needles as weapons?

Forcing a smile, Lin'er said, "Senior, isn't this thing a bit too short? It's not very safe to use this in a fight!"

"Don't underestimate this silver needle," the old eunuch rolled his eyes. He flicked his middle finger, and the silver needle flew out with a "clang."

A silver thread struck Lin'er directly between the legs.

Lin'er quickly took two steps back, looked down, and was utterly stunned. The silver needle was deeply embedded in the large blue stone where he had been sitting, only a tiny bit of its end sticking out.

"Hehe, our sect's Heavenly Silkworm Divine Skill emphasizes 'shrinking a hundred feet into one foot' and 'turning millet into a thousand pounds,'" the old eunuch said smugly.

Lin'er felt a little relieved. Thank goodness, it wasn't the "Sunflower Manual." However, he still needed to find out exactly what this "Heavenly Silkworm Divine Skill" was.

Lin'er asked with a grin, "Since you have such strong martial arts, our sect must be very famous. What is our sect called?"

The old eunuch shook his head and said, "Our sect doesn't have much of a reputation. In the eyes of your father's righteous people, I'm just a lecherous thief."

"A lecherous thief?" Nothing surprised Lin'er more than this. He never expected the old eunuch to say he was a lecherous thief. Heaven knows, if all lecherous thieves in the world looked like this, wouldn't the world be at peace? Could it be that being a lecherous thief is so easy that even a transvestite and a eunuch can become one?

However, the old eunuch clearly misunderstood Lin'er's reaction: "What, are you scared? I know your father and mother hate lecherous thieves the most. You're afraid that if you become a lecherous thief, your father will kill you, right? Do you want to learn kung fu from me? It's up to you."

"Yes, yes, Master, please accept my bow." Lin'er turned over and knelt down in front of the old eunuch.

(IV)

Longing for you, in Chang'an.

The cricket chirps by the golden well railing in autumn, a light frost chills the mat.

... This line from Li Bai's poem "Longing for You" (长相思), the Tang Dynasty poet, perfectly captures the fleeting glory and desolate beauty of the past.

Xi'an, the land of six dynasties, was known in ancient times as Chang'an.

As the most important city in the west, Xi'an was always the most heavily fortified city by the imperial court, historically known as the "Golden Pool and Jade Lock."

For over a century since its founding, the Ming Dynasty had faced threats from the northern Mongol tribes and occasional harassment from the northwestern Uyghur tribes.

Therefore, Xi'an, as the political and military center of the northwest, had always received great attention from the imperial court.

The Ming Dynasty relied on two effective governance methods to protect its people: bestowing titles upon princes and dispatching eunuchs as military supervisors.

Emperor Taizu, to prevent his ministers from dividing the throne and massacring meritorious officials, also enfeoffed several of his sons in important military and political towns to strengthen his control. Although the Prince of Yan eventually usurped the throne and became emperor, he still insisted on implementing this policy. After all, no matter who usurped the throne, it was always someone surnamed Zhu who would be emperor.

However, to prevent his brothers from usurping his position, Emperor Shizong established the Embroidered Uniform Guard (Jinyiwei), a department personally led by eunuchs close to the emperor. Many eunuchs were also dispatched to various regions for the purpose of surveillance and control.

Lin'er never expected that the old eunuch was actually a eunuch, and a high-ranking one at that.

The old eunuch was actually Wang Bao, the Privy Councilor and Chief Inspector of the Northwest Army stationed in Xi'an. His influence covered seven prefectures and sixty-two counties in the Northwest and Central North. He directly controlled the Northwest Army stationed in Xi'an and was responsible for monitoring the Prince of Ru, who was enfeoffed in the Northwest.

Lin'er was very puzzled as to how a martial arts master with such superb skills could be content to be a eunuch.

However, what reassured him was that the martial arts the old eunuch taught him were definitely not some kind of "Sunflower Manual

. "

As for the old eunuch's claim that his martial arts were originally the skills of a lecher, Lin'er was somewhat inclined to believe it.

For the two months he'd been training with the old eunuch, the only thing they practiced was that thing.

At first, when the old eunuch took a knife to operate on Lin'er's penis, Lin'er was genuinely startled. He thought the old

eunuch was going to castrate him. Fortunately, the old eunuch only cut open Lin'er's scrotum and inserted a small bead.

The old eunuch said it was something called a Dragon Horse Pill. Apparently, only one in ten thousand horses is a Dragon Horse, and only one in ten thousand Dragon Horses can be found with a Dragon Horse Pill.

This Dragon Horse Pill originally belonged to a corrupt official who had gone to great lengths to obtain it, intending to present it to the Emperor in exchange for his life. However, the old eunuch overheard this, snatched the Dragon Horse Pill first, and then conveniently framed the official, sending him to his death.

The old eunuch had originally intended to present the Dragon Horse Pill, or perhaps prepare it into a different pill and offer it to the emperor.

After all, possessing the Dragon Horse Pill was useless to him, and if word got out, it would be a major disaster. The current emperor was currently troubled by his difficulty in conceiving, and the court was seizing the opportunity to offer secret elixirs and formulas for enhancing male potency.

If it were known that he possessed the so-called "Heavenly Yang Sacred Product," the Dragon Horse Pill, yet kept it a secret, it would be a grave crime of deceiving

the emperor for a eunuch. Coincidentally, Lin'er was extremely lucky. If it had been another six months, when the old eunuch returned to court to report for duty, he would have certainly brought the Dragon Horse Pill to present to the emperor. Now, it could only be said that the current emperor was unlucky.

However, Lin'er, oblivious to his good fortune, complained every day. Of course, he dared not complain in front of the old eunuch; he had to smile obsequiously and say how comfortable he felt and how much his internal energy had improved.

In reality, ever since the Dragon Horse Pill was planted, Lin'er only felt frequently irritable and hot all over.

His internal energy hadn't improved at all. His appetite had increased dramatically, but he didn't know where all the food went; instead, he was getting thinner day by day. If one had to ask where the weight went, it would probably be concentrated in his increasingly fat penis.

Lately, his old shorts couldn't hold his ever-growing member anymore, and a section of it would often peek out from under his pants.

That day, Lin'er was alone, counting his ribs in a daze.

Lately, he was getting thinner and thinner, probably not far from being as light as a goose. If he tried a little harder, maybe he could even be as light as a feather.

Just then, the old eunuch walked in.

The old eunuch didn't usually live with Lin'er. In Xi'an, the old eunuch had a very large mansion. That was where the old eunuch lived. Lin'er had gone to see it with the old man.

The mansion was quite magnificent. Two large red lacquered doors were studded with copper nails.

Inside, a screen wall stood, inscribed with a poem: "The Grand Eunuch of the Imperial Secretariat, a pillar of the state, his merits are high.

Unrivaled in his stature, a hero in the world.

" The old eunuch told Lin'er that this mansion was a gift from the old military governor, and the poem on the wall was written for him by the governor's son. Lin'er read the poem over and over, feeling something was amiss. On the surface, it seemed like a flattering poem, but weren't the metaphors of heroism and grandeur extremely ironic for a eunuch? As he read, Lin'er realized something. The poem subtly contained the words "eunuch's residence" at the beginning.

Lin'er was unsure whether to tell the old eunuch this, but later learned that the old eunuch had always understood the poem's meaning.

However, when Lin'er asked him if he had ever retaliated against the person who gave him the poem...

The old eunuch said nonchalantly that he didn't take it seriously at all. The young man who wrote the poem was too impulsive and would inevitably get hurt sooner or later. He had no need to retaliate against such a hothead. Besides, a eunuch is a eunuch. Even if you don't write that this is a eunuch's residence, do you think people won't know that eunuchs live here?

看到，今天老太监得空来看他，麟儿心里嘀咕，老太监不知道又要测试他什幺东西了。

不过，今天老太监和往常不一样，他并非一个人来的。门口好像还站着一个人。

老太监上上下下的来回漂了麟儿两眼。将眼光落到了麟儿的裤裆上面。

裤裆里鼓鼓囊囊的好像塞着一跳蛇。

“把裤子解开来”老太监道。

麟儿反正也已经习惯了，差不多每次来，老太监都叫它解开裤子检查一番。

没想到这次老太监检查得特别仔细，简直就只剩下蛋黄没有给翻出来亮亮了。

反反覆覆得看完之后，老太监点点头自言自语道：“不错，不错，看来是时候了。

”

是时候了，是什幺时候了？别老太监看上了这件宝贝，想要把它割下来，给自己安上。麟儿暗自琢磨着。

老太监并不知道麟儿心里在担心什幺。他回转身来，冲着门口道：“你进来吧。”

“唉。”随着一声清脆娇嫩的答应声，从门口的转角处转出个面目清秀的女孩来。

麟儿直呆待的看着眼前这个年纪顶多比自己大两三岁的小姑娘。连手里提着的裤头都忘记了。一个没留神，裤子滑落到脚背上。这下好，完完全全的献宝了。

那个小姑娘卜叱一声笑了出来，别转头不敢再看。脸蛋一下子胀得通红，连耳朵都红红的。

麟儿连忙抢起自己的裤子。胡乱的将腰带扎起来。同样满脸通红的低着头站在那里。

“小子，现在你有个伴了，从今天起，莲儿就是你的丫头，以后有什幺事，莲儿会帮你做。而且，莲儿除了伺候你之外，还可以协助你练功。 ”

“练功？莲儿她也会武功吗？”麟儿问道。

“你小子懂什幺，从今天起，你就给我好好的练本门的入门基础内功，要知道本门的武功极为精深，而且全都要有浑厚的内力，才能施展。 ”老太监说着，从怀里掏出一部红色封皮的册子，他拍了拍册子继续说道：“我没有空亲自教你，你看着这部秘笈自己修炼，如果有什幺看不懂的地方就去问莲儿，莲儿虽然不会武功，但是这上面的功夫她是知道一点的，至于她也回答不出的东西，你自己去琢磨琢磨好了，实在不懂，下次再一起问我。 ”

说完，老太监将手里的那部册子抛到麟儿手里。

接过册子，麟儿觉得双手向下一沉，看不出，小小的一部册子居然有些份量。

“好了，你们自个儿好好的玩玩吧，老子走了。”老太监说道。

“恭送公公”那女孩轻柔得浅浅施了个礼。

“对对，我送送你吧”麟儿这时才回过味来。

“他妈的，小子居然知道尊敬师父了，你可从来没有这幺客气过。”老太监说道。

麟儿心里暗暗骂道，老太监，如果不是看在你送给我一个这幺好的丫头的份上，想要老子对你客气，门都没有。

当然他嘴里绝对不敢这样说出来，堆着一脸笑连连点头道：“是是，下次一定改过。 ”

“好了，有这份心意就成了，你小子就不必送了。”老太监说完往外就走。

不必送，说得好听，不送你一送的话，反过头来，你一个不愿意，再把这样一个好丫头收回去，那可就太可惜了，既然马屁都已经拍出来了，干吗不拍足一点呢？麟儿心里暗自琢磨。

想完，他连忙跟着老太监走出了房间。

出门一看，果然，老太监在门口等着呢。看来，勤快一点是有些用处。

看着麟儿跨出门口，老太监点了点头。

麟儿走到老太监身边说道：“您老好不容易来一次，我真想和您好好聚聚，看您又没有空，我就送您到桥上吧。 ”

“有长进，懂得客气了。”老太监说道。

一老一小两个人静静的走在河岸边，看看离着住处有那幺几十米了，老太监停下脚步，四周张望了一番，确定没有旁人。轻轻的弯下腰。

麟儿看到这样的架式，知道老太监肯定有话要对他说，便将耳朵凑了上去。

“小子，你得用功练那本秘笈上的功夫，过段时间，我要带你上京，只怕没有什幺机会让你练武，上京之后，我会让你见到皇上，而且可能有场比武，你可得给我争点面子。 ”说道这里老太监抬起头来又一次朝左右看了两眼，继续道：

“还有，那本秘笈上的功夫，逢单可以练，逢双千万别学，这可是我们门派里防止外人偷师的不二法门。这个秘密你只能告诉你的子弟知道，别的任何人都不可以告诉。

”

“知道了，可是师父，为什幺要搞得这幺复杂”麟儿问道，他实在是搞不懂，武林之中，有很多门派也搞秘密传承，但是，大多数都是用口耳相传，不落文字的方法。从来没有听说过像这样师父教徒弟的。随便扔本书让弟子自己学，可书里还暗藏机关。

“你懂得什幺，本门武功必须要有女子协助修炼，以前，本门都是将功成之时将那些女子全部处死，来保密的，第七代师祖认为这样有伤天和，就改为这种方法，而且，把高段的功夫和底段的功夫分开传授。这样，就没有那个女子能够知道全部武功了。 ”

听完老太监的一番话，麟儿点点头，果然自己的这个门派全是些个奸猾之徒，个个擅长过河拆桥，看来以后自己得格外小心，在老太监的手里肯定不会太好混。

老太监说完这番话，站直身子道：“你现在可以回去了，记住给我好好练功。”

“师父，我还是送您到桥边吧。”麟儿说道，其实他心里在想，谁知道老太监是不是在试探自己呢？

“不必了，哪儿用的着走什幺桥啊。”说完话，只见老太监也没有做什幺势，轻轻的一提腿，身子就平平飞到了河对岸。

方便，轻功好就是方便，麟儿心里直念叨。
麟儿心想，原来这就是本门的武功，看来本门确实是不折不扣的淫贼门。

翻开秘笈的首页，麟儿看到上面写着几个金字“咀金枝，嚼玉叶，养天蚕，孕道茧，开天门，生死禅”

翻过第二页，上面写着几句口诀。麟儿正想仔细研究，突然想到老太监临走时吩咐的事情。

乖乖，好险，好险，以后得当心，不然怎幺死的都不知道，麟儿暗自思量着。

跳过第二页，后边一张纸上画着一条蚕，麟儿觉得这条蚕画得实在不太像。

简直有点儿像是那个话儿，仔细一看下面还有一排注解。原来这上面画的还真是那话儿，只看得麟儿连连摇头，自己将来难道也会练成这个样子，这可太那看了。

前头这幺大。还带着个箍，中间一褶一褶像把锉刀，后边居然还有一圈硬毛。难看，难看。

接下去，跳过第四页，在第五页上画着一个又像是花瓣又像是叶子的东西，看看下面的注解，麟儿明白了，这应该是王八蛋他们所说的女人的那东西了。

“嘻嘻，老太监不是叫莲儿帮着自己练功吗？晚上，叫莲儿好好让我看看，哈哈哈”麟儿得意忘形的高声笑了出来。

兴致上来，麟儿一页一页翻看着。后边写着的那些东西，看得麟儿热血沸腾，完全不知道天色已经渐渐暗了下来。

突然间，亮光一闪，麟儿抬头一看，只见莲儿拿着一盏灯走了进来。

走到桌前莲儿将灯放下，一眼看到麟儿手中翻着的那部秘笈，莲儿的脸腾的一下变得通红，一转头，就想退出去。

麟儿那里肯放过这样一个好机会。一拦腰，将莲儿搂在怀里。一伸手便插进莲儿的腰带间。从手指上传来一种滑腻柔嫩的感觉。

莲儿像只小猫一样在麟儿的怀里挣扎了两下。可麟儿毕竟是练过武功的人。

就算是臭狗屎他们的力气也大不过麟儿，更何况是莲儿这样的弱小女子。

麟儿顺着莲儿的腰继续往下划，很快便碰到莲儿紧紧夹着的双腿，麟儿轻轻的抚摸着两腿相交的地方。

嫩嫩的，滑滑的，软软的，还有一条缝。麟儿细细地品味着从指尖传过来地感觉。

“爷，饭还在火上呢”莲儿娇吟道。

“不怕，爷吃惯烧焦的东西了”麟儿说道。这倒不是他在胡说，他真的经常把饭烧胡。

“爷，莲儿是您的，怎幺也跑不了。就求爷给莲儿存些体面”莲儿苦苦哀求道。

听到莲儿软语哀求，麟儿倒也不好意思继续硬来了。想想也对，反正老太监把莲儿给了自己，今后的日子长着呢，何必急于一时。

“那好，你什幺时候才能……”麟儿问道，至于能什幺他自己都还不知道呢。

那本秘笈上写的不清不楚。还有很多字他不认得，比如女人的那玩意儿，上边是写着，可那字自己根本没有见过。

“爷，等到晚上到了床上，莲儿任爷摆布”莲儿低垂着脑袋，脸钻在麟儿的怀里，低声细气的说道。

“你可不能黄牛哦。”麟儿说道。

“嗯－－”莲儿用极其轻微的声音娇吟着答应了一声。

麟儿这才放开手里抱着的莲儿，看到莲儿脸上娇脆的小模样，他又有点反悔，既然吃到嘴边的小肉，干吗还要吐出来。不过想一想，莲儿这幺好的一个丫头，真的太欺负她，也实在说不过去。

莲儿一转身一溜烟的跑出房间。独自留下麟儿一个人呆待的坐在桌前出着神。

麟儿将手指伸到自己的鼻子底下，轻轻的闻着。那是一种不知道怎样形容的气味，有点腥味，又有点骚味，还有那处女的体香味。

过了好一会儿，莲儿才端着一个菜盘子走了进来。

把盘子搁下一看，里边搁着四盘菜，虽然并不是什幺名菜佳肴，倒也别致精巧。

青丝豆芽，腐乳排骨，爆炒小牛腰子，再加上一盅鸡皮酸笋汤。

有荤有蔬，而且，南调北味，全都有了。

“爷，不知道，您的口味如何，婢子只好捡了四色不同地方的菜色，爷您嚐嚐。”

莲儿说道。

“你不用太辛苦，爷不在乎吃喝，如果问我想吃什幺”麟儿说道这里，站起身来，凑到莲儿嘴边轻轻的啄了一口继续说道：“爷，只想吃你。”

“别，爷，说好了的”莲儿一弯腰轻轻的闪到一边。顺势转到了桌子的另一边。

“好好好，爷不急，爷等到晚上再说”麟儿无可奈何得说道。

嘴里说不急，其实麟儿心里早已经火烧火燎，可大丈夫必须言而有信。说不动手就不动手，他妈的动脚总成吧。想完，麟儿的脚就不老实起来，一拖鞋子，弯腰到桌子底下把袜子拖了。伸出脚向着莲儿胯裆轻轻撩去。

莲儿突地一夹腿，将麟儿的脚紧紧得夹在膝盖上。

看到麟儿眼里有点着急，又有一丝愠怒得神情，莲儿只好知趣的松开大腿。

麟儿获得自由的脚顺势钻进了莲儿的大腿之间。

脚趾轻轻地拨着，夹着，捻着莲儿的那方寸之地。麟儿透过桌子上放着的油灯那昏黄的火光可以看到莲儿越垂越低的小脑袋，和那越来越红的小脸蛋。那个得意，那个高兴，使得麟儿胃口大开，眼前的四盘普通菜肴现在吃在嘴里简直是绝世佳肴，美－－。

吃完这顿晚饭，麟儿立刻跳起身来，转到莲儿身后就要去解莲儿的腰带。

窘地莲儿双手拉紧着腰带，苦苦哀求道：“爷，爷，别急，婢子身上脏，等婢子收拾好桌子，回头洗洗干净再来伺候爷。 ”

麟儿想想也对，自己还一身臭汗呢。也得洗洗干净。他这才将手缩了回来，退了几步道：“我先去洗一把，然后在床上等着你，你可快点。”

说完，麟儿走进后面的那间厨房，厨房里有块隔开的青石板，平时洗什幺菜啦，衣服啦的东西都在这里。洗澡当然也一样啦。青石板前有口大水缸。用起水来相当方便，可惜都是冷水，对于麟儿这样衣来伸手的懒汉来说，烧热水洗澡还不如不洗呢。

听见外面莲儿正忙碌得收拾着餐盘碗筷，麟儿快速的用水从头到脚马马虎虎的冲了两下，便想出来拿衣服穿。

“爷，您就是这样洗的呀。”正在收拾碗筷的莲儿看到麟儿出来极为惊讶的说。

给莲儿这样一说，麟儿还真有点不好意思，确实，洗菜还得多浸两下呢，这也算是洗澡。

莲儿笑着抹干净碗筷上的水，将碗筷放回橱柜，转身走到灶堂前，揭开锅盖，热腾腾的蒸气飘了起来。

“爷，婢子早就烧好热水了，婢子伺候您洗吧。”说完莲儿拿过一个木盆，往里面勺满水，然后端着木盆走过来。

“你也一起洗吧。”麟儿说道。

看着莲儿头垂得老低。脸胀得通红。麟儿又不好意思的说：“你别误会，我说话一定算话，没有什幺别的意思。 ”

“爷，您说什幺就是什幺，哪有我们做奴才推托的份，不是婢子阻了爷的兴致，只是婢子求爷给婢子存些体面，说穿了，婢子只是爷的一件东西，婢子哪能真的强着不让爷动手，爷是个好主子，这是婢子的福分，婢子本来就是爷的，爷愿意怎幺用就怎幺用好了”

听到莲儿可怜息息地说着的话，麟儿倒是不好意思再进一步要求什幺了。

接过木盆放在地上，麟儿原本以为莲儿会退出去。

没有想到，莲儿背过身来，轻轻地解起自己地腰带来。

腰带一松，一部青丝长裙飘落到地上，莲儿纤指慢慢的蜕下自己地亵衣。轻轻解开缠在胯裆间的骑马汗巾。莲儿整个下半身便一丝不挂的显露在麟儿眼前。

一个雪白粉嫩的小屁股上那一道迷人的臀缝间深藏着一点胭红随手一挥，不知道什幺时候，莲儿的上衣也离开了自己的身体。

麟儿看着莲儿慢慢地转过身子，他的两眼紧紧地盯着莲儿双腿之间那微微鼓起的肉丘，肉丘上一道嫩红色的小缝隙下隐藏着女人那最为神秘的境地。

麟儿至少知道那里就是男人的天堂。现在，这个天堂即将属于他了。

莲儿轻轻的走到麟儿身前，手里拿起一块沾湿的毛巾，仔细的给麟儿擦着身体。

麟儿一边享受着这温柔周到的服务，一边慢慢的坐下身来，将脸对着莲儿那神秘的方寸之地，伸出一根手指轻轻地拨弄着。

麟儿只觉得每次轻拨，都会激起莲儿一阵颤抖，特别是，当他碰触莲儿粉红色的花瓣间那粒小巧可爱的相思豆时，立刻感到莲儿正在剧烈得颤抖。

兴趣上来，麟儿拦腰抱住莲儿的腰，一只手一会儿轻轻的抚摸莲儿柔嫩的肌肤，一会儿撩拨莲儿娇弱的花瓣，有时甚至连身后那道浅浅的臀缝也不放过。

麟儿很快发现，莲儿哪个地方比较敏感，所以，毫不客气地专门盯着莲儿的那粒相思豆和前后两个嫣红的小洞拨撩抹点。

不知道什幺时候开始，莲儿已经软软的扒伏在麟儿的背上。粗重的喘着气息。

麟儿慢慢直起腰，紧紧的保住莲儿，将她轻轻的放到青石板上，然后从木盆中勺出水来，仔仔细细地一点一点，一寸一寸将莲儿洗的干干净净。特别是下边那一点点地方，麟儿取过一块皂子来，将那地方反反覆覆的洗剥干净，不知道是水太烫，还是麟儿太用力了，那雪白的粉丘，渐渐变得红红的。

麟儿随手在自己身上上上下下抹了两把。拦腰一把将莲儿抱了起来。

点点的水珠一路从厨房挂落到卧室的床上。

轻手轻脚的将莲儿放在床上后，麟儿翻身上了床，两手一招，将床幔放了下来。

藉着昏黄的灯光，麟儿可以看到床上莲儿紧闭着双眼，侧着头，躺在那里。

看得出来，莲儿已经彻底的放弃抵抗了。麟儿心中既得意，又紧张。

静静的屋子里，只有两个人噗通噗通的心跳。

这个时候，麟儿的心脏跳的绝对不比莲儿慢，两个人你瞧瞧我，我瞧瞧你，全都一动不动。

过了片刻，麟儿才很不好意思的问道：“你知不知道，接下去该怎幺干。”

噗哧一声莲儿笑出声来，原来，等了半天，麟儿居然根本不知道人生大事该怎样做。也不知道他这个淫贼怎幺当的。

莲儿绯红着脸坐起身来，轻轻的一把将麟儿的分身握在手里。慢慢的轻柔的套转，撩拨，还时不时的对着顶上的小和尚头轻轻按两下。

麟儿看着莲儿那奇怪的动作一动不动。只是觉得通过莲儿的撩拨，自己的分身传来阵阵快感。

整整过了半个时辰，莲儿见也没有什幺太大的反应，便伏下身子，将嘴巴凑到麟儿的分身上轻轻的添了起来。

刚开始的时候，还真把麟儿吓了一跳，以为莲儿要将自己的小弟弟咬下来。

可等到看见莲儿把自己的鸡巴含在她那小巧的嘴巴里，像是含着根冰糖葫芦似的，轻舔慢吸，有时还在那上面轻轻地咬上一口。心里奇怪之极。

难道，那玩意儿也能吃，可惜自己没有办法嚐嚐。麟儿心里暗想。

不过，自己分身之上传来地快感可比刚才强烈的多了。不知不觉中，那条分身竖了起来。麟儿从来没有想到，那根软绵绵的东西会变成现在这个样子。这样子简直像根棒槌。

莲儿见麟儿的性器已经硬了起来，便吐出口里含着的那截。翻身躺倒在床上。

顺手将枕头塞在自己的臀部下面。然后拉了拉麟儿的分身。

麟儿不知所措的向前凑过去，只见莲儿将麟儿的分身对准自己下边那点嫣红轻轻顶了两下。然后一手负责麟儿的分身，一手操到麟儿的后腰，轻轻的将麟儿扳过来。

麟儿看到莲儿这幺做，知道莲儿是想叫自己插进去。便顺势向前一顶。

只听啊的一声惨叫，莲儿脸发白，浑身颤抖起来，大滴大滴的汗珠从额头渗了出来。

“我我，不是故意的。”麟儿慌了手脚，正想要将鸡巴从莲儿的下身退出来。

只见莲儿咬紧双唇，一把紧紧的保住麟儿的腰。闭着眼睛过了好一会儿。

从莲儿眼睛里渗出的泪珠，和她的胸口传来的急促的呼吸上能够看出莲儿正忍受着极大的苦痛。

麟儿只觉得自己的分身被包裹在一个紧紧的肉洞之中，肉洞的四壁急速的蠕动着，甚至能够感到莲儿的肉丘阵阵抽搐着。

过了好一会儿才听到莲儿娇吟道：“爷，每个女人破身都是这样的。这是每个女人最为宝贵的东西，婢子能把这个给爷，是婢子的福气。 ”

说完，莲儿从床头翻出一块白布汗巾，轻轻地塞到身体下面抹了两把。然后举到麟儿眼前展了开来，只见上面沾染着点点猩红。

莲儿娇羞的说道：“爷，婢子是清白的交给爷的，这东西请爷收着，从今儿个起，婢子就是爷的了。 ”

麟儿莫名其妙的匆匆收好那块白布，然后问道：“那我们接下去该干什幺？”

这番话说得莲儿满脸通红，没有想到自己还要在洞房里教自己的夫君怎样折腾自己，想到这些莲儿不禁暗暗叹息命运崎岖，想想自己堂堂的御史千金居然落到这步田地，幸好自己的这位夫君还算不错。

想毕，莲儿满怀娇羞的在麟儿耳边轻轻的说了两句。

麟儿确实聪明，学什幺东西都快，而且，好像他的天性就适合当淫贼，很快他便把莲儿所教的东西融会贯通，不但如此，他还无师自通，能够不断推陈出新。

各种花招层出不穷。搞得莲儿后悔不已，深感自己自掘坟墓，看来将来的日子绝不好过。

整整折腾了两个时辰，麟儿还紧紧得抱着莲儿不停冲顶着。只觉得，怀中抱着的莲儿一阵颤抖，然后身子紧蹦起来，两条腿直直得伸着，浑身颤抖，那只小屁股拚命的想要脱离下面垫着的枕头。一股火热的浓浆从莲儿紧紧夹着麟儿分身的逍遥洞中冲将出来，一路沿着两人紧密合在一起的大腿，流到床铺上。

沾湿的床铺早已经成了一片汪洋。

虽然，麟儿一点也不知道发生了什幺事，不过他一点也不担心，因为，这已经是莲儿第六次尿尿了。

不过，和前五次不同，这次莲儿尿完之后，便沉沉得睡去，不像前几次那样一会儿就会苏醒过来。

不知道如何是好的麟儿，也只能趴在莲儿身上睡着了。不过，麟儿的分身仍然紧紧的塞在莲儿的肉洞之中。

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随着屋外的鸡啼之声，阳光渐渐投进屋子里来。

点了一晚上的油灯，居然还没有熄灭，仍然在那里闪烁着豆大的亮光。

渐渐醒来的麟儿，这时才发现昨天晚上竟然就这样在莲儿身上躺了一晚上。

麟儿轻轻挣起身子，屁股一抬，将自己的分身从莲儿的肉洞里退了出来。只听噗的一声，从莲儿的肉洞之中股股得涌出一道浓浓的浆液来。

麟儿轻轻的用手沾了点那些浆液，腻腻，滑滑的。

放到嘴里嚐了一口，有点腥味。

麟儿顺手在莲儿的大腿上抹了两把，看到沾着浆液的大腿根处，那原本紧密的闭合成一道缝的肉丘，现在变得又红又肿，原本那一点嫣红，现在也同样被撑开成为一个还没有闭合的小洞。小洞口原本那粉红色的嫩肉现在红的发紫，洞口中还在不断往外流淌着那种浆液。

麟儿爱怜的轻轻在莲儿的肉丘上揉着。

一阵阵的刺痛将莲儿催醒了。

看到麟儿一脸关心的在替自己揉着下阴，莲儿充满娇羞有气无力的说道：

“爷，别揉了，脏。”

“不怕，你看，身上全是。”麟儿不在乎的说。

这句话让莲儿羞惭得无地自容，昨天，一晚上自己至少来了六次高潮，麟儿身上沾着的想必应该是自己的淫汁浪水。

“疼，求爷别揉了”痛得实在受不了的莲儿可怜巴巴的恳求道。

麟儿还不知道，莲儿居然伤得这样重。连忙跳下了床。

看到莲儿也要挣扎的下床，麟儿一把将莲儿按到在床上。

“爷，让奴婢起来伺候爷”

“别了，看你这样还伺候爷，今天，就由爷来服侍你，不许起来”说完麟儿转头出去。

等他回来时，手里端着一盆热水。右臂上面搭着一条毛巾。

麟儿轻轻的将莲儿从床上抱起来，让她坐在木盆里。

看到莲儿痛苦的表情，和喉间发出的呵呵的轻吟声，麟儿知道，莲儿下身的伤口碰到热水肯定很疼。

突然，从莲儿的眼睛里滚落出点点的泪珠。这下让麟儿慌了手脚。

一把将莲儿从水里抱了起来，麟儿急切的问道：“是不是，水太烫了。”

“不是”莲儿呜咽着哭道：“婢子高兴，自己的命好，能够跟着爷这样的主子，只苦了娘，不知道娘现在在受什幺样的苦。 ”

听着莲儿娇柔婉转的声音，麟儿只觉得自己就是当场为面前这个小丫头死去都毫不在意。所以，一拍胸脯说道：“没关系，告诉我，你娘在哪，我们去把她救出来。”

“别，爷，不能的，我家是犯臣之家，我娘和我都是被官卖到乐户之中的，我被老太爷挑中来伺候爷，我娘还不知道被转卖到那个妓家之中呢。 ”说起伤心事，莲儿只哭得雨带桃花。

真是沥沥戚戚，萋萋惨惨。

麟儿听完莲儿所叙述的话，才大致了解莲儿的身世，原来，莲儿原本是吏部言官陈文枝的女儿，想当年陈文枝金榜题名中过头名状元，因此，吏部尚书老相国石原将自己的掌上明珠嫁给陈文枝。婚后不久便生下莲儿。一家人和和美美享受天伦之乐。

没曾想，一桩罗世镜匿名谋刺案，将陈文枝一家牵连进去。至此陈文枝一家是家破人亡，陈文枝被判腰斩，莲儿母女发往乐户为妓。幸好莲儿给老太监看中，买了回来，原本老太监是看中她学思敏捷让她伺候笔墨的。因为收了麟儿为徒之后，麟儿修炼武功需要一个鼎器，老太监便安排莲儿专门服侍麟儿。而且，自己的那本秘笈以麟儿的学问肯定看不懂，有莲儿这个学识渊博的小老师在旁边肯定胜过老太监自己教。

听完这一切，麟儿想了片刻说道：“既然，师父能把你买过来，我们也同样可以将你娘买来。只是不知道，你娘是否是在这西安城。 ”

“在”莲儿肯定的说：“三年前，我家获罪，我和娘一起被送到西安来的。”

“那就好，在这里，我就可以想办法给你问出来”说到这里，麟儿贼嘻嘻的说道：

“不过，以后我再要那个那个的时候，你再可不能推三阻四的。”

这句话直说得莲儿耳根发烫，她用细如蚊蝇的声音说道：“爷，婢子现在连皮带骨都是爷的了，还不凭爷用。 ”

“好好好”麟儿心里说不出的得意。

接下来的日子之中，麟儿天天跑东跑西，到处打探莲儿母亲的消息。莲儿的母亲没有找到，人倒是认识了一大堆。

等到回到家中，莲儿肯定已经做好饭候着了。

这些天来，虽然莲儿已经相当放开了，可仍然有很多事情不肯让麟儿胡闹，比如，麟儿叫莲儿在房子里时就别穿衣裳，这丫头就抵死不干。说到最后，就是那句话，给婢子留点体面。嗨，谁叫自己疼这个丫头呢？

不过，凡是秘笈之上所写着的东西，莲儿倒是从来不会推托。

说道那本秘笈，麟儿倒是和上面的武功相当有缘。虽然每天往外跑，麟儿的进展仍然让老太监大吃一惊。以至于老太监想了半天，终于确信一件事，麟儿天生是当淫贼的料子。

奔走了一个多月，麟儿总算把莲儿母亲在什幺地方给打听到了。

原来，莲儿的母亲早已经成了西安城数一数二的名妓“随风摆柳雪里红丹”。

That day, Lin'er and Lian'er got up early, washed and dressed, and went to Liuxiang Courtyard in the center of Xi'an to see Lian'er's mother.

As soon as they entered the gate, the two were almost thrown out by the brothel's guards. And it must be said, this was a prestigious brothel in a big city; the thugs they hired were far superior to those of Chou Gou Shi. If Lin'er hadn't recently improved his martial arts skills, he probably would have been thrown out.

However, this caused quite a stir in the brothel.

All the prostitutes and customers rushed out to see what was going on.

How could a tiny child have managed to subdue two strong men? Intriguing! Let's go see the show.

The commotion alerted all the customers, and of course, it also alerted the brothel's madam.

"Who's causing trouble here? Call Hua Wu, get a warrant and summon the magistrate from the Ministry of Justice. Let's see which idiot is so arrogant!" A woman adorned with jewels swayed down from upstairs.

Lin'er glanced at the woman before him. She could be considered beautiful, though a little older, hence the jewelry she wore to conceal it.

The woman stepped downstairs, glanced at Lin'er, and said with a smirk, "Oh dear, such a little brat, causing trouble here. What kind of world is this? You little brat, if you don't want to be thrown in jail and beaten, leave your sister here to work for me for a couple of days."

Lin'er hadn't expected this madam to have such lewd intentions towards his beloved maid.

"If your sister doesn't want to stay, you can stay yourself."

Huh? She's even after me! Lin'er was furious.

"Who? What bastard is causing trouble?" A burly man with a full beard rushed in through the main entrance, followed by a lewd-looking servant in blue.

The burly man, chained and holding a chain, glanced at Lin'er, then turned to the servant in blue and asked, "Hua Wu, you said someone's causing trouble, and this little brat is it?"

"Boss Biao, don't underestimate him just because he's small; he's got a tough nut to crack," the servant in blue replied, shrinking back. " Alright,

alright, I'll lock up both the man and woman and take them back," the burly man said, leering at Lian'er.

Lian'er, terrified, shrank behind Lin'er.

"Oh, Boss Biao, you're here so quickly. You've worked hard. Hurry up and take these two brats back; don't spoil the other gentlemen's fun. Hua Wu, I'll give you two taels of silver later," the madam said, swaying seductively.

Before the madam could finish, Boss Biao walked towards Lin'er, brandishing the chain in his hand, and said,

"Let's go. Do I have to pay you?"

What happened next was something no one present could have imagined.

Lin'er flicked his wrist, snapping two fingers together. The bandit leader clutched his left eye

, screaming, "Rebellion! Rebellion!" the madam shrieked.

After his scream, the bandit leader took two steps back, drew his sword, and slashed at Lin'er.

Lin'er neither dodged nor evaded, but instead flicked his fingers repeatedly, rows of silver needles piercing the bandit leader's acupoints.

The bandit leader was finished; he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Seeing the bandit leader fall, Lin'er calmly turned to face the madam and walked in step by step.

All of this terrified the madam, who fled back upstairs.

"You little brat, you've rebelled! Be careful, your family will be wiped out!" the burly man lying on the ground still stubbornly insisted.

"Oh? Rebellion? Is it you who rebelled? Or am I?" With that, Lin'er kicked the bandit leader hard in the groin. Who told that bastard to dare make a move on Lian'er?

Looking at Boss Biao lying on the ground, his eyes rolling back in his head, Lin'er smugly pulled out a waist token from her bosom.

The token, with a double-sided dragon design, had the character "卫" (Wei) engraved in the center. Lin'er waved the token in front of Boss Biao, then held it up and walked around, flashing it.

Returning to the center, she asked, "I say this bastard is plotting a rebellion, and this brothel is harboring a wanted criminal. Anyone disagree?" Silence

fell over the surroundings.

Seeing that no one dared to object, Lin'er chuckled inwardly. She had indeed been prescient in preparing this magic weapon; it seemed it really worked.

It turned out that the token in his hand was won from Chang Mingda, one of the four Iron Guards of the Embroidered Uniform Guard stationed in Xi'an, a couple of days ago. Chang Mingda was a master under the Eagle Claw Sect of Jibei. He joined the Embroidered Uniform Guard ten years ago and rose step by step to the position of Iron Guard through his strength. However, because he was extremely arrogant and did not socialize much, he had very poor interpersonal relationships and was therefore transferred to Xi'an. Moreover, even here, he had no one he could talk to and get along with.

Originally, Lin'er did not dare to talk to him much, but later he discovered that he had a hobby - gambling. Lin'er was good at gambling when he was with Chou Gou Shi and the others, so how could he not try to get close to a like-minded person?

Before long, the two became friends. Although Chang Mingda was cold-blooded, ruthless, arrogant and conceited, he had excellent gambling etiquette and never reneges on his debts. Moreover, he was addicted to gambling. Usually, no one gambled with him, but now that he had finally found an opponent, how could he not gamble heavily?

After several such gambles, Chang Mingda's savings over the years had almost all ended up in Lin'er's hands. However, Lin'er had nowhere to put so much wealth, so it remained at Chang Mingda's house. Chang Mingda considered Lin'er quite generous and regarded him as a confidant. But even though the wealth was in Chang Mingda's hands, he couldn't very well use it to gamble with Lin'er again, could he? That wouldn't be right. So Chang Mingda started gambling with Lin'er's future salary. He lost every time until he retired at sixty, never winning once. In the end, Chang Mingda had no choice but to give the token to Lin'er as collateral.

Now, holding this token, Lin'er truly understood the immense power of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

He was quite pleased with himself, but the madam upstairs was worried. Although she was far away, she could still clearly see that the token Lin'er held was genuine. Moreover, it was a gold token.

In this great Ming Dynasty, the Embroidered Uniform Guard had official positions and rank. Even ordinary officials with vermilion waist tokens held the rank of ninth grade, above which were eighth-grade blue waist tokens, seventh-grade green waist tokens, and sixth-grade black waist tokens. The highest rank was the gold waist token in Lin'er's hand. This gold waist token was a rank above fourth grade.

In the Ming Dynasty, fourth grade and fifth grade were completely different levels. Those above fourth grade were considered high-ranking officials, at least at the prefectural, circuit, or county level. Fifth grade officials were just minor local officials. 　　Now

, this kid in front of him had produced such a large official hat; whether it was real or fake, he couldn't afford to offend him. ( This post was edited by a second-level rogue on 2015-09-15 13:40)

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