The Legend of Yilin, the Charming Nun in Swordsman

Meanwhile, Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying lived a blissful life at Plum Manor.
Since their unsuccessful search for Feng Qingyang at Mount Hua and their return to Plum Manor, the couple rarely left their home.
They were constantly busy with their zither, flute, swordsmanship, and martial arts.
The most fascinating thing was Ren Yingying; before marriage, she was extremely shy, but after marriage, in the bedroom, she was so passionate that she often left Linghu Chong both amused and exasperated.
One night, Linghu Chong straddled Yingying. His large, fleshy member played with various techniques, making his passionate but sexually illiterate wife blush all over,
her juices flowing freely, moaning softly.
"Brother Chong, you...you...you've...you've made me...I'm dying so many times, oh! Oh!" Her hair was disheveled, and her small white teeth bit her bright red lower lip.
Seeing Yingying's body go limp, Linghu Chong chuckled softly, "If you're like this, you won't last long. How can you possibly give birth to all six of our little Peach Valley Immortals?" Yingying
spread , her face flushed, "If you love me a few more times, I'll naturally give birth to six treasures. Seven, even ten, 'Grandma' can give birth to them all." Linghu Chong
laughed, "I'm going to love you now." Holding his manhood, he lifted Yingying's snow-white legs and thrust it into her wet, fleshy opening.
Deep within Plum Manor, in a hidden room. A white gauze curtain hung, and behind it, a soft robe could be vaguely seen.
On the robe, lying supine, was a person with long hair covering their ears, dressed in plain white clothes. Judging by the hair alone, it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female.
The person was covered with a small blanket, seemingly fast asleep.
In Linghu Chong and Yingying's room, spring was in full bloom.
Suddenly, the curtain swayed slightly, and silently stood an elderly woman, simply dressed and slender, before the soft couch. The candlelight beside her didn't flicker.
The old woman looked down at the person on the couch, her eyes filled with boundless affection.
Just then, the candlelight popped softly, and the person on the couch opened her eyes. Seeing the old woman's kind eyes,
she called out, "Mother! You've come!" Her voice was delicate and clear, full of joy. She sat up.
The person on the couch had large, clear eyes. Her snow-white, beautiful oval face was exquisitely pretty, and her complexion radiant. She was actually a short-haired
girl .
The old woman said softly, "What? You still sleep alone?" The beautiful girl on the bed lowered her head and said softly, "I still dare not... dare not... be naked
with Brother Linghu... like that." The old woman was exasperated and could only whisper, "Oh dear... all that effort I put in every night, avoiding those
former Blackwood Cliff guards, to come in and teach you how to have children with your husband." Sitting on the bed, she held her daughter's little hand, "Lin'er, you inherited
my intelligence and beauty. But why didn't you inherit even half of your father's courage? Alas!" She sighed again, "If this continues, how will your father and I ever
have a grandchild?" This mother and daughter were none other than Yilin, the little nun from the Hengshan Sword Sect, and her mother, the mute old woman.
Three months ago, one night, the monk Bujie and the mute old woman came to visit Linghu Chong and his wife.
Linghu Chong was overjoyed, exchanged a few polite words, and then pulled the monk Bujie to go down to the wine cellar for a drink.
The mute old woman spoke softly, "Wait! Your daughter's matter has been settled; it's not too late to drink!" The old woman's
face was filled with sorrow as she said, "My precious daughter is about to die!" Two lines of tears streamed down her cheeks.
Linghu Chong and Yingying were both startled and asked in unison, "Yilin? What happened to her?" The old woman wept, "She's growing increasingly haggard and thin. Headmaster Yiqing said that
her master had said before his death that this child's karmic ties in the mortal world were too deep; she was not truly a Buddhist. Forcing her to atone for her parents' sins is ultimately futile!" She cried out,
"Yiqing said that in this world, no medicine can save Lin'er. Only 'love' can save Lin'er. She told me to come find you!" In Linghu Chong's mind, the tall figure of "Master Dingyi" appeared
. He seemed to see "Dingyi" standing before him, tears streaming down her face, her right hand making a pleading gesture, her left hand holding a young nun's hand.
The little nun stared at him with her large, dark eyes, like clear pools, slowly becoming misty and pitiful.
"Chonglang! Chonglang! Why are you so lost in thought while people are talking?" Yingying chided from the side. Startled
, Linghu Chong snapped out of his reverie. There was no "Dingyi" or the little nun before him.
And so, three months ago, the exquisitely beautiful little nun, Yilin, returned to the mortal world, growing her hair long.
Five days ago, she married Linghu Chong. Just as the mute old woman had said at the Linggui Pavilion of the Hanging Temple: "The two girls are not distinguished by age; Yingying is a few years older,
so she will be the elder sister." But five days had passed, and Yilin still hadn't consummated the marriage. No matter how much Yingying pleaded and coaxed, she refused. No one knew why.
On the third day, the mute old woman came to see her beloved daughter and saw her face beaming with joy.
This mute old woman, with her eccentric nature, still tried to subtly inquire about any problems Yilin had on her wedding night, hoping her mother could help resolve them.
Yilin, however, cared little for the pleasures of married life, only wanting to be with Linghu Chong.
When her mother asked, Yilin, with her large eyes wide, replied, "That night, Brother Linghu and Father drank quite a bit and became a little tipsy. I helped Brother Linghu to bed.
After returning to my room, I finished reciting scriptures and went to sleep alone." She appeared utterly innocent.
These words nearly made the mute old woman faint. She cursed the fat monk, calling him a murderer for ruining her daughter's precious wedding night.
That night, the mute old woman came again to inquire. After a while, she whispered, "Someone's coming, I'll be going now." She was afraid of being seen and
embarrassing . With a swift movement, she disappeared
. It was Yingying who entered. She had heard voices from the hidden room from afar and deliberately made a sound to startle them.
Yingying, feeling completely satisfied after being penetrated by Linghu Chong, got up to clean herself. Thinking of Yilin, she went to see her.
Yingying knew the person in the room had been the mute old woman, so she didn't ask.
Seeing Yilin's clear eyes staring blankly out the window, lost in thought, she walked over, sat on the couch, and put her arm around Yilin's shoulder.
Yilin suddenly whispered, "Sister, I want to share a bed with Brother Linghu." Yingying was stunned for a moment, turning to look at her. She saw Yilin with her head down, her hands
covering her face, her snow-white neck flushed crimson. Even the backs of her white hands were bright red.
Seeing her junior sister still so innocent, Yingying felt a surge of pity. She pulled her into her arms and whispered, "Tomorrow night, hmm?" Yilin buried her flushed face in
her arms, mumbling, "Sister said so." The next evening, the three of them cleaned themselves. After dinner, Yingying avoided the maids and pulled Yilin to her room.
She whispered, "Have your mother explained everything about your marriage these past few days?" Yilin felt her ears burning and replied shyly, "My mother told me some things
and instructed me to do as she said." In truth, on her wedding night, it was the playboy Linghu Chong who had orchestrated everything.
That night, she was in a daze, yet the memory was vivid, filled with unparalleled pleasure.
Yilin sat on a small round stool at the round table in the room. Two cups of "nuptial wine" were placed on the table.
Two large red dragon and phoenix wedding candles burned quietly, illuminating the room.
A soft sound came from outside the door, and Yilin quickly lowered her head. Her husband entered the room and closed the door behind him.
Linghu Chong brought out the two cups of "cross-cupped wine," laughing, "Here, this is 'courage-boosting wine' that Yingying prepared for you. One for you, one for me, drink it and...
rest well." Remembering Yilin's timidity, he changed "sleep" to "rest."
Yilin dazedly took the cups, holding them high, and "bravely," tilted her head back and drank it all down.
She felt a sweet grape flavor, a slight taste of wine, going straight down her throat. She couldn't help but cry out, "Ah..." Before she could close her mouth, her cherry lips were sealed, and a
cool tea was poured into her mouth, instantly dispelling the spicy wine taste.
What followed was a feeling she had never imagined.
A man she thought of by day, by night, and who even entered her dreams.
A gentle and timely embrace and kiss.
It turned out that Linghu Chong knew she didn't drink alcohol, but seeing her foolishly down the cup of Western grape wine in one gulp, he quickly took a sip of cool tea and
poured it into her mouth.
Yilin's cherry lips were sealed, her body went limp, and her eyes were tightly closed. She had completely forgotten what her mother had taught her.
She simply let her Linghu brother do as he pleased.
Linghu Chong swept Yilin up in his arms, noticing she was wearing a white, unfastened robe.
As he lifted her, the top of the robe opened, revealing Yilin's snow-white skin to her husband.
The robe was open, revealing nothing underneath. Her icy, snow-white skin made the shimmering silk robe
pale .
Linghu Chong looked down and saw two large, round, snow-white breasts. The rosy nipples were still hidden by the clothing.
He hadn't expected this slender, tall woman to possess such large and beautiful breasts.
Hidden beneath her robes, even Yilin herself probably didn't know how large and alluring her breasts were.
No wonder Tian Boguang was so determined to rape her.
Yilin felt a chill on her chest and squinted to see Linghu Chong staring at her breasts.
She felt a surge of heat throughout her body and whispered, "Sister Ying helped me put on these clothes. She said that dressing like this in the boudoir adds to the ambiance." Her cheeks flushed. "Brother,
do you like it?" Linghu Chong stumbled, almost falling. His large, erect penis was already throbbing.
Coming to his senses, he replied, "I like it! I like it!" He lifted Yilin onto the bed.
He whispered in her ear, "I'd like it even better if you took her off!" Yilin knew that her husband, her elder brother, always joked with her.
But tonight, she was about to unite with him and share a love song. Yet, she was terrified that he would actually strip her naked.
So be it! Yilin, still lost in thought, lay on the bed like a lamb to the slaughter, her
clothes still open. Linghu Chong undressed. His lovely little wife's large, firm breasts trembled with excitement when he touched them. Yilin was both
afraid and expectant. Linghu Chong gently caressed and kneaded her breasts, and she cautiously reached out to touch his chest.
Her hand, however, touched a long, thin scar. Yilin felt a pang of sadness, closed her eyes, and stroked the scar.
She recalled the past, at the Huiyan Restaurant in Fuzhou, when Linghu Chong, protecting her, was viciously stabbed by Luo Renjie, a villain from the Qingcheng Sect.
Later, at the Qunyu Brothel in Hengshan, she had applied medicine and treated his wound. Although the situation was perilous, she was fortunate to have survived thanks to the Bodhisattva's protection
.
She also remembered feeding him melons and telling him stories on the outskirts of Hengshan, and many other past events.
A surge of passion welled up within her, like a raging fire, impossible to suppress any longer. She opened her eyes. Beneath his sword-like brows, a pair of clear, bright eyes were also
gazing tenderly at her.
Yilin's large eyes were hazy, and she softly called out, "Big Brother!" She reached out and embraced her husband's neck, pressing her lips to his.
The religious rules that had bound her body and mind since childhood crumbled at that moment.
The fearless blood she inherited from her father, along with the passion of a young girl, were all released.
Linghu Chong was exactly like that. As the ancients said, "Mountains can be moved, but one's nature cannot be changed." And what followed was utterly evident.
That very night, the young couple broke down their bed.
Linghu Chong was almost breathless from Yilin's kisses, and finally, Yilin released him.
Tears welled in Yilin's large eyes, yet she was overjoyed.
She stood up, staring at him, and slowly removed her undergarment.
In the candlelight, Linghu Chong saw her with rosy cheeks, cherry lips, short hair covering her ears, and long, slightly upturned eyelashes still glistening with tears.
He also saw a body of exquisite beauty, with snow-white skin and a translucent, radiant complexion. Two full, rounded breasts stood proudly on her chest.
Below her flat, white abdomen, Linghu Chong could only see a small patch of dark, glossy hair. Two long, snow-white, shapely legs were tightly clamped around her most alluring feature.
This young wife stood naked and shyly on the bed, like a young girl gazing shyly into a mirror. Her
short hair and beautiful face were unlike anything Linghu Chong had ever seen before. She
exuded an aura that was both innocent and incomparably beautiful.
Yilin, standing on the bed, stole a glance at Linghu Chong and saw his gaze fixed intently on her lower abdomen. A panic gripped her heart; she dared not lower her hands to cover her private parts and
quickly clamped her legs together. Yet, she felt a pang of regret.
She stood there for a moment, then glanced at him again, but her husband was nowhere to be seen. Startled, she was about to turn around to look for him when Linghu Chong, known for his mischievousness since childhood, suddenly hugged Yilin from behind,
just as .
This nearly frightened the naturally timid wife.
Yilin, pinned beneath him, gasped, "If you scare me like that again, I'll...I'll..." Linghu Chong laughed, "What will you do?" Yilin
ignored him, her slender hand reaching down to touch herself, and said coquettishly, "Brother, what naughty thing did you bring to bed? It's making my stomach hurt." Linghu Chong grinned, revealing
his white teeth, and said with ill intent, "Take a look first." Yilin looked down and saw a large, fleshy rod swaying back and forth on her lower abdomen.
Linghu Chong asked, "Yingying introduced him to you, right?" Yilin blushed, "No, but my mother told me." Linghu Chong continued, "
What did your mother teach you to call him?" Yilin replied directly, "My mother said his name is Yangju, also known as Yangwu." Linghu Chong thought to himself, "My mother-in-law is a
nun. What good could she possibly raise?
" He laughed, "We can't call him such an unpleasant and vulgar name in our bedroom." Yilin asked innocently, "Then, what should we call him in a more pleasant way?"
Linghu Chong said, "Why don't you grab it and feel it first? What does it look like?" Yilin tentatively reached out her small hand, blushing shyly, and said, "Hmm... it's strange,
like ." Linghu Chong suppressed a laugh and said, "How about we call it Big Meat Stick, Big Meat Rod, or Big Treasure?" Yilin frowned and said, "Does Sister Ying call it that too?"
Linghu Chong thought to himself, "Yingying is passionate in her boudoir, but this isn't good, that isn't good." He then thought gleefully, "Junior Sister Yilin is so easy to fool,
let's do it again !" He kissed Yilin's fragrant lips, "You two naturally call it by the same name." He kissed her fragrant lips again, "Come on, touch it, call it." Yilin
gently grasped the big meat stick with both hands and smiled at Linghu Chong, "I want to call it Big Treasure." Linghu Chong, with his big meat stick erect,
was truly unable to restrain himself from Yilin's incomparably beautiful and fragrant body.
Yilin's soft and smooth hands grasped the meat stick again, stroking and touching it.
Anxious, he pulled the stick away and laughed, "Come on, lie down, your senior brother will demonstrate a set of stick techniques for you." Even the naive Yilin knew what he was up to
.
Her face flushed crimson with embarrassment, feeling as if her whole body was on fire. She felt both sweet and flustered.
Her heart pounded wildly, like a thousand deer leaping and bounding in her chest.
She whispered, "Brother, please be gentle." She lay down, spreading her pink legs.
Linghu Chong gently stroked her rosy nipples with one hand and her soft pubic hair with the other. Gradually, he moved his fingers inside. He touched a wet
, slippery slit.
After a few gentle touches, Yilin only let out a soft "Mmm."
Her husband then used two more fingers to gently part her tender lips. The hand that had been stroking her nipples grasped his penis, the tip pressed against the entrance, glistening with her nectar, and began to rub it gently
.
Linghu Chong, panting, whispered with a smile in her ear, "Lin'er, is this staff technique fun?" Yilin's breathing became even more rapid. She hugged her husband tightly,
feeling a heat rising throughout her body, yet she couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
Hearing Linghu Chong's question, she couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah..." Waves of unprecedented pleasure
flowed
rubbing against her. She whispered back, "It's...fun." Linghu Chong continued to rub and drill the head of his staff, and Yilin whispered, "Brother, it hurts!" Linghu Chong was experienced.
He paused for a moment, lingering for a while, then began to rub again. Yilin continued to moan happily.
The honey-like fluid seeping from her treasure cave increased with each rubbing, and Yilin's moans grew louder.
Suddenly, Linghu Chong thrust the head of his staff into her treasure cave, following the flow of fluid.
Yilin only cried out once, and before she could recover, the pain had vanished. What followed was the throbbing heat of a large, hard penis inserted below her.
Linghu Chong's tongue swirled around her soft, fragrant tongue, which was still inside his mouth. His penis slowly pushed in. Yilin opened her large eyes, glancing at him sideways, then suddenly
closed them, her delicate brows furrowing, a single, glistening tear rolling down her cheek.
Linghu Chong tenderly kissed the tear stain at the corner of her eye. His entire large penis was already inserted into her jade cave, leaving no trace.
Yilin hugged him tightly, whispering, "Brother, why does it hurt so much?" Her crimson lips had turned pale.
Linghu Chong didn't know how to answer, only able to soothe her with utmost gentleness. Looking at her, so pitiful yet exquisitely beautiful, her body undulating gracefully.
His penis, tightly wrapped and warm inside her vagina, still stirred.
This rogue, fearing Yilin would feel pain again, forcefully suppressed it. Using a unique Linghu family technique, "bed immobilization," he immobilized his lower body in one move.
Yilin's lower body was so tight that she had to breathe very softly.
Yilin wondered, "When I first touched this treasure, it didn't seem this big. Now that I'm inside, how did it become like this? So big, hard, long, and
hot !" Her entire vagina felt like it was about to burst.
The two young people, naked, skin to skin, were mutually attracted. Their upper bodies hadn't been intertwined for long when Linghu Chong's unique "bed-fixation" technique was almost giving way
.
Yilin's face flushed, she dared not open her eyes, and said shyly in a low voice, "Senior brother, how come your staff technique only lasted two moves?" Linghu Chong groped her breasts and
said softly, "The third move of this staff technique requires you to pull out." Yilin opened her eyes and said sweetly, "How can I do that!" She hugged Linghu Chong tightly, not letting him
pull out.
Linghu Chong laughed, "Don't be in such a hurry!" He kissed her fragrant lips, "Come on, let go!" Yilin's pretty face turned red, and she released her grip.
Linghu Chong gently withdrew his penis, which was tightly wrapped inside her vagina, quite a bit.
Yilin's heart leaped into her throat.
The penis was gently pushed back in, but Yilin's heart didn't return. She felt a mix of pain and fear.
The penis was gently withdrawn again, then pushed back in. After several dozen thrusts, Yilin's legs trembled with pleasure, truly admiring Brother Linghu's staff technique.
Linghu Chong laughed, "Lin'er, this is the basic stance of the third move of this staff technique." Yilin said dizzily, "Senior brother, you...you need to teach me a few more moves,
and...and again!" Linghu Chong pretended to be mysterious and whispered, "Wait until I change my move!" As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and took her nipple into his mouth. His lips and tongue came at her. He sucked and
licked, and with a flick of his tongue, his penis was pulled back to the entrance, then forcefully pushed in again.
Yilin screamed, her ten fingernails almost digging into her husband's back.
Her little hole, with a large treasure inserted, squeezed out a stream of nectar.
The playboy Linghu Chong, having already experienced Yingying's first night, anticipated her reaction. He cradled her round little bottom, thrusting in and out repeatedly, yet always gently and
softly.
Yilin, her body and soul filled with joy, felt her very soul merge with her husband's. That place, only touched during bath time, was now
being penetrated from top to bottom by her husband's "big treasure," bringing waves of pleasure.
She wanted to scream, but bit her lower lip, afraid to make a sound, lest she offend her husband's ears.
Soon, she couldn't hold back any longer, letting out soft, nasal moans of "Mmm! Mmm!" and "Hmph! Hmph!"
Her lower orifice overflowed with honeyed fluid, and a faint fragrance filled the bed.
Hearing his wife's moans, Linghu Chong, in the candlelight, saw Yilin's two small white teeth, biting her lower lip, her face flushed, receiving his thrusts, afraid
to utter a sound.
His soul drifted back to the days on Xianxia Ridge, when he disguised himself as General Wu Tiande to rescue Abbess Dingjing of the Hengshan Sect, and the night raid on them by the enemy
.
He had sworn then that even at the cost of his own life, he would ensure Yilin's safety.
Thinking of this, Linghu Chong's heart surged. He gently lowered his wife's buttocks, his penis pressing deep inside her.
He embraced Yilin, his lips meeting hers, his tongue gently teasing hers. Yilin's tongue, hesitant and timid, met his.
Before long, their tongues were passionately intertwined. Linghu Chong also switched to more frequent, long thrusts.
Yilin was even more excited by the penetration, her honeyed juices flowing incessantly, her whole body flushed. She whispered tremblingly, "Brother, I don't know what's wrong," burying her pretty face in
Linghu Chong's arms, she said shyly, "I'm so happy, but I... I think I need to pee... Oh no! It's... it's coming out!" She held her husband tightly with both hands.
Linghu Chong also felt a strong spasm in her treasure cave, the whipping of his penis feeling extremely comfortable. Then, streams of hot fluid rushed from all directions, soaking the head of his penis. Linghu Chong
thrust his penis in and out a few more times, his penis throbbing, and he couldn't resist, thrusting deep inside, into Yilin's treasure cave, the deepest part of her flower chamber, ejaculating again and again. He filled a large tube with
semen.
For a moment, the couple were completely intertwined, the boudoir quieted down, only the sound of their heavy breathing could be heard.
After a while, the wedding candle popped softly.
Yilin stroked Linghu Chong's chest and said seriously, "I want to draw some portraits of our sons and daughters." Linghu Chong was taken aback, then chuckled and asked,
"How will you draw them? Tell me." Yilin said mysteriously, "It's unspeakable, unspeakable. Once it's finished, it will naturally be shown to their fathers." Hearing
"them," Linghu Chong also became serious and asked, "How many sons and daughters do you think you'll draw?" Yilin had just lost her virginity, and when she talked about her children, her still somewhat childish
face shone with a strange light.
"Three boys and three girls. What do you think, father of all the children?" Linghu Chong sat up and laughed loudly, "If we want to be parents, we have to
have children as soon as possible." He reached down to her lower body.
Yilin's genitals were grabbed by him, and thinking of the taste of his semen, she let out a soft moan, her legs clamping together in embarrassment.
Linghu Chong's hand... [The text abruptly cuts off here, likely due to an error in the original source.] A small patch of soft hair on his palm, and the outstretched fingers were even more smooth and delicate
.
This playboy was overjoyed, feeling that heaven and earth couldn't compare to this place. With his eyes closed and mouth agape, his nimble middle finger, like a sword, rubbed and rolled between
Yilin lips, vulva, and clitoris, which had just opened.
Yilin's whole body heated up, her legs unsure whether to relax or tighten. With a groan, she completely opened herself up, letting her husband do as he pleased.
Her mind was filled with images of her husband's grinning face, his large member erect, posing and seducing her with various techniques.
Just as she was blushing with embarrassment, Linghu Chong suddenly laughed, "Overlord Lifting the Tripod!" Yilin's two slender, white legs were lifted up, startling her. "Oh dear,
what are you doing, brother!" Yilin wondered why her husband, who already had two wives and was the renowned number one swordsman in the martial world, was still as playful as ever.
She couldn't understand what he was up to by lifting her legs like that.
She couldn't believe that this unsightly "Overlord Lifting the Tripod" could have anything to do with procreation.
Seeing that her thighs were not only lifted up by the "Overlord" but also spread apart, Yilin's flawless, long, and dazzling legs turned red
with embarrassment a loss.
Just as she was wondering what to do, the "Overlord" thrust his large member back into her previous pleasure spot. Both painful and pleasurable.
Yilin, experiencing both pain and desire, whispered, "Senior brother, be gentle." Her delicate hand reached out, finding a large, hard, hot penis, its long section still unentered. She nearly
fainted from fright.
Linghu Chong, showing tenderness and compassion, listened to her soft, alluring voice. He gently eased his grip, but ultimately thrust all the way in, and both of them breathed a sigh
of relief.
Her breasts, not large, but full and beautifully shaped, stood out on her chest. Her jade-like body, her raised legs, and her exquisitely beautiful face made Linghu Chong
dizzy for a moment. He then looked down at Yilin's lower body, where a large penis was inside her, her labia pink like a young girl's, overflowing with honey-like fluid. His penis swelled even more, and
he gripped , thrusting in and out.
This time, although Yilin's genitals still ached slightly, she could already fully appreciate the wonders of the "penis technique."
Linghu Chong thrust harder and harder, and Yilin was overjoyed. At this moment, she even recalled the intimate details her mother had taught her the night before.
Her mother had said, "Lin'er! You've been a nun at the Baiyun Nunnery on Mount Heng since you were little. Today, you're fortunate to have a husband, but you can't enjoy him alone. To truly win him
over , you must make him forget everything else
in the bedroom. Victory is assured!" Her mother also said that her father was obsessed with her, searching for her to the ends of the earth. A large part of the reason was because her mother had served him so well in the bedroom, making him comfortable and happy.
Yi Linyou remembered her mother's blushing face and shy expression when she said this. Just then
, Linghu Chong thrust his staff deep into her. Remembering her mother's words, her delicate brows furrowed,
and she let out a soft, seductive moan, her vagina thrusting out.
Though the sound was low, it was earth-shattering to Linghu Chong's ears. His large penis pounded relentlessly, each thrust reaching the very bottom, her vagina overflowing with sweet juices.
Yilin could no longer restrain herself, releasing her lips and moaning. Her hands gripped the sheets, her vulva erect. A jade-like, naked body lay on the bed,
her cries and alluring.
No one would believe that she was the same Yilin who had once timidly followed "Master Dingyi," the one with "a delicate, clear voice, radiant beauty, and
a graceful, slender figure." Later, she became the renowned Hengshan Sword Sect nun who killed Yue Buqun with a single sword strike at Mount Hua.
This time, Linghu Chong, through a combination of deception and manipulation, tried many different positions. Yilin was so ashamed she almost wanted to cover her face as she enjoyed this intimate moment with her husband.
With each new position, Yilin's juices flowed freely.
Yilin knew that her husband was deriving immense pleasure from her body.
And she, too, was drawn to her husband's playful yet righteous and chivalrous spirit; her soul had already become his.
Now he was using some random "stick techniques," making her tremble all over, so pleasurable she couldn't scream anymore.
Yilin was both ashamed and anxious. One of the techniques from the Hengshan Sword Sect's internal energy cultivation method, "Thousand Tides Returning," spontaneously activated.
This "Thousand Tides Returning" technique was specifically for women. It involved circulating energy into the uterus, causing the vagina to contract and expand. She heard her husband groan, and his large penis thrust forcefully
deep several times.
Yilin dared not circulate her energy any further, tightly clamping her thighs around his waist, feeling as if his penis had penetrated entirely into the depths of her uterus. A throbbing sensation followed, and
hot , forcefully hitting the most sensitive part of her uterus.
Yilin let out a long, soft moan, her vagina spasming. She also ejaculated back onto his penis, her face and head covered in his fluids.
The two lay sprawled, panting, as if they had just finished practicing swordsmanship or morning lessons, exchanging smiles.
After a night of passionate lovemaking, the younger Yilin rested for a moment. Opening her beautiful eyes, she saw a man lying beside her with a "long face, sword-like eyebrows, and thin lips"—it was none other than her
beloved Linghu Chong, who was also staring at her with open eyes. In that instant, she remembered the days outside Hengshan City, in the desolate wilderness, when she carried him as they fled for their lives.
In that panic, she had glanced down and seen him staring at her with the same gaze.
Seeing herself completely naked, Yilin felt a surge of shame and buried herself in Linghu Chong's arms, wondering if she was dreaming.
In the distance, she could faintly hear the crowing of a rooster, but the large red wedding candles still burned brightly.
Yilin sat at her desk in the study, recalling an image.
It was a gleaming bronze mirror.
Reflected in the mirror were a man and a woman.
The woman, with a plain face and red lips, wore a hint of shyness, her long hair barely covering her ears. Her large, clear eyes, brimming with affection, gazed intently at the man.
The man in the mirror had long, flowing, jet-black hair. His eyebrows were arched, and he was handsome and dashing. Despite his serious expression, his eyes held a mischievous, childlike smile as he also stared
intently at the woman in the mirror.
Yilin "saw" this image, so deeply etched in her heart, once more.
She picked up her paintbrush and began to paint.
The sunlight gradually passed over the melon trellis outside the window. This pure and kind-hearted young woman seemed oblivious to the passage of time, unaware of the need for rest. She remained focused
on her painting.
Linghu Chong quietly entered the study, finding it completely silent.
Seeing Yilin slumped over the desk, he quickly leaped over. He saw Yilin, her cheeks flushed, a smile playing on her lips, fast asleep.
On the left side of the desk, several sheets of paper were piled haphazardly. On the right, several sheets were neatly arranged. Linghu Chong had already seen that the top sheet in the right-hand stack was a painting, all of them depicting the same
man. They were arranged neatly, three at the top and three at the bottom, a total of six portraits.
The second sheet was entirely composed of the same woman. Also neatly arranged, three at the top and three at the bottom, a total of six portraits.
The people depicted on both sheets were extremely young, at most fifteen or sixteen years old. Linghu Chong didn't recognize them, yet they seemed strangely familiar.
The small stack on the right contained six sheets.
Linghu Chong looked at the bottom sheet, which depicted six extremely cute little children.
A thought struck him, and he returned to the first sheet. Looking more closely, he realized that the six boys in the painting were indeed six people, not one.
And the mischievous look in the boys' eyes was exactly like six young Linghu Chongs.
However, their mouths were fuller, and their chins were more delicate than Linghu Chong's.
Linghu Chong gazed intently at the sleeping Yilin. Sighing inwardly, Yilin thought, "These children's mouths and chins really do resemble their mother's."
She had painstakingly chosen the most beautiful and handsome features of both herself and Linghu Chong, painting them as portraits. She hoped her children would all be just as beautiful and handsome. Linghu Chong arranged the paintings
, took off his outer garment, and gently draped it over Yilin's back. With a leap, he silently left the study.
In Yilin's dream, a group of children clung to Linghu Chong, laughing and playing mischievously.
As she dreamt, she faintly heard the mournful sound of a huqin (a two-stringed bowed instrument) in the distance. Accompanying the huqin was a delicate singing voice: "Outside Hengshan City, a heartbroken
child's soul wanders through the seven heavens; Yilin has entered Plum Manor to marry Chonglang. In the secret chamber, where she heals her wounds and hides, the musical scores of East Five and West Ten remain. Returning to the mortal world to find a kindred spirit, lest the precious artifact become wasteland."
Those few lines were sung repeatedly, gradually fading until they disappeared completely.
Yilin suddenly remembered someone and woke up with a start. The room was pitch black, with only a sliver of moonlight shining in through the window.
Just then, someone leaped in from outside the door. Before the person even landed, they called out, "Sister, it's me!" It was Yingying's voice.
Yilin, still shaken, stammered, "Sister Ying! Who was that erhu music?" Yingying didn't answer.
In the darkness, only a flicker of light appeared, and Yingying lit an oil lamp. She immediately replied, "Master Mo!" Yilin cried out in horror, "No! No! It's...
it's...the girl who sang the lyrics, she...she...she's dead. Brother Linghu and I buried her ourselves." "Yes! Buried in the desolate mountains outside Hengshan City."
Linghu Chong pushed open the window, speaking as he leaped in.
Yingying frowned and asked, "Who are you talking about?" Yilin and Linghu Chong exchanged a glance. Yilin fell silent, while Linghu Chong said, "Qu Feiyan!"
Upon hearing this legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the bed.
Ren Yingying, intelligent and perceptive, looked at Yilin and asked, "Elder Qu Yang's granddaughter?" Linghu Chong, his face full of doubt, replied, "Indeed!" He sighed and said
solemnly , "This girl saved my life, and her behavior is quite similar to mine. This matter must be investigated!" He then recounted how Fei Bin
had shamelessly murdered the little girl Qu Feiyan, and how he was ultimately killed by Master Mo. He and Yilin had personally buried Qu Feiyan, Qu Yang and his grandson, Liu Zhengfeng, and the villain
Fei , and so on.
He also mentioned that Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng, on their deathbeds, entrusted him with finding a kindred spirit to pass on the music.
Yingying had already heard him tell this story.
She hadn't expected it to have such a dangerous beginning. The one who shielded him from that danger was none other than the pitiful Yilin, slumped in her robes.
Yingying was filled with gratitude and sat down beside her, pulling her head to her shoulder. Her cherry lips gently stroked Yilin's short hair.
Seeing this, Linghu Chong laughed, "Yingying, Lin'er is so frightened, let's sleep with her tonight!" Yingying blushed and glared at him,
"You're just trying to take advantage of the situation." Linghu Chong laughed, "We're born chivalrous, protecting vulnerable women!" He added, "It's getting late, I think we should bathe,
have dinner, and sleep together. We can discuss this matter at the same time, saving time, and Lin'er won't be alone or scared. What do you two ladies think?" The two women, finding their husbands' words quite
reasonable , were filled with all sorts of fantasies. Their wet vulvas, they shyly followed Linghu Chong out the door.
The closer they got to the large bathhouse, the more uneasy the two women became. But the chivalrous Linghu Chong held them tightly, one in each hand, making escape impossible.
Yilin said, "Brother, I just finished painting, and my hands are covered in ink. Please let me go first, and let me wash up before going into the bathhouse, okay?" Linghu Chong said sternly, "
No! Once we're in the bathhouse, I'll help you wash, and you'll help me wash!" Yingying, overhearing this, felt her heart pounding. The thought of being naked and having to say "I'll help you wash, and you'll help
me wash" made her legs weak, and her mind raced, searching for a way to escape.
Linghu Chong and she had been through thick and thin together many times. When she paused slightly, Linghu Chong knew that this "official" wife was also trying to seduce him.
Immediately, he released her hand and, without a word, put his arm around her waist. His arm moved higher and tighter, getting closer and closer to Yingying's ample breasts.
His right hand, following suit, secretly touched Yilin's breasts.
Even through her clothes, Linghu Chong secretly grinned, enjoying the sight of his wife being touched so intimately.
Both women feigned ignorance. Silent and flushed, they let Linghu Chong do as he pleased, no longer wanting to escape.
Once inside the bathhouse, Linghu Chong released the two women and closed the door. He chuckled, "While walking in the corridor, I thought of a good way for three people to bathe." Young
Yilin stared wide-eyed, curiously awaiting his next move.
Yingying, however, glared at his erect penis. She pouted, as if she already knew what tricks this rogue was about to pull.
Linghu Chong solemnly declared, "First, everyone must be completely naked. Second, the youngest must wash the oldest. Third, the second oldest will be washed
by the oldest. Fourth, the oldest can choose anyone to wash them. Fifth, the youngest will be washed by the other two. That's
it hereby declare this, and there are no exceptions! Let's begin!" Yilin had waited for so long, only to hear this so-called "bathing rule announced by the master."
Yingying listened to his nonsense, both amused and exasperated. Since "the Master of the Manor has announced this matter, and it cannot be changed," it seemed that this "calamity" was unavoidable tonight
.
Linghu Chong knew that the two ladies were shy, so he took a lamppost and turned off all four large lights in the bathhouse. The two ventilation shafts in this bathhouse both led to the side of the house,
and there was . Therefore, once the lights went out, the entire bathhouse was plunged into darkness.
He quickly stripped off his clothes and stood guard by the door, listening quietly. Among the three, his internal strength was the highest, and Yilin's was the lowest. Inside the bathhouse, it was pitch black,
and after listening for a long time, there was no sound. He listened more intently, reached out and touched her; her short hair confirmed it was Yilin.
Immediately, like peeling pigskin, he stripped Yilin naked. Their skin touched, and Yilin's breathing became heavier.
In the darkness, Linghu Chong groped Yilin, causing her to become wet with desire. Yilin gasped, her mouth agape, and whispered, "Brother, weren't you going to take a bath
? Why are you touching me all over here and there?" Linghu Chong chuckled softly, "According to rule number five, the youngest should be washed by two others.
Your sister Ying is playing hide-and-seek; I don't know where she's hiding. I think you'll have to 'dry clean' tonight." Yilin was alarmed and stamped her foot, "What...what
do you mean by 'dry clean'? I don't want to!" Just then, Linghu Chong rushed to the left, reached out and grabbed her, laughing, "Lin'er, no need for 'dry clean,' mmm..."
Then he fell silent.
Linghu Chong then grabbed Yingying. He then stripped her naked, like peeling pig skin, groping her breasts and genitals
.
Now that she was caught, Yingying became incredibly passionate in the darkness. Her cherry lips remained pressed against her husband's, her slender hands passionately caressing Linghu Chong's hard, iron-like
penis.
While the two of them indulged in their pleasure, Yilin stood alone, naked, in the darkness. Linghu Chong's words were cut short. In the darkness, she thought of "Qu Feiyan
"—she had clearly buried her with stones, so how could she have risen from the grave? Fear gripped her heart. She softly called out, "Brother, Sister Ying, where are you?"
Reaching forward, she tried to decipher their faint voices, groping blindly towards them. It
sounded like Sister Ying's voice, but it was a series of nasal "hmm...hmm..." sounds. Yilin's heart pounded, her face flushed crimson. She
stopped, listening for a while longer, feeling a warm, wet sensation between her legs, an intense itch, while her buttocks felt cold, as if someone was breathing on them. She hurriedly
groped again.
Listening, she reached forward with both hands, finally touching a body, its muscles firm. Overjoyed, she was about to cry out in pleasure.
At this moment, Linghu Chong, touched by her, turned around and pulled another wife who had willingly walked into his trap into his arms. His large penis continued its relentless
thrusting within Yingying's exquisitely beautiful, crystal-clear "special treasure cup." In no time, Yingying was kneeling beneath the stone bathtub, panting heavily.
Yilin, overwhelmed by his sexual prowess, listened to Yingying's soft panting and occasional "Ah! Ah!" cries.
The more Yilin heard, the hotter it became; even in the darkness, she blushed with shame, her neck turning red.
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