Golden Branches and Jade Leaves

Luo Yulin, the only son of Luo Tianhao, the renowned master of Luoye Manor and the great hero of Zhongzhou, and Lin Yuling, the Guanyin of the Clouds
, is a child destined to become a lecherous thief. Due to his association with some local thugs, he is punished by his father by being forced to kneel. His entire family leaves the manor to rescue disaster victims, leaving him without supervision. He is taken away by
an old friend of his parents. Driven by revenge, he becomes an apprentice, learning the Heavenly Silkworm Divine Skill, a technique designed to seduce
all the beautiful women in the world. His lecherous adventures begin with rescuing a mother and daughter, whom he then takes as his concubines, vowing revenge. Thus begins his journey through the martial world. Witness how he conquers one martial arts
heroine after another. This work by Lan Jing is characterized by its delicate style and high readability. The plot begins with the acquisition of divine skills and the conquest of a mother and daughter, using
incestuous elements to attract readers. The erotic descriptions are unconventional, making it a rare and valuable erotic martial arts novel. The novel consists of eleven chapters, but unfortunately,
there are no sequels.
(Part One)
Countless stars twinkled in the dark night sky, merging with the myriad lights on the ground. In a square courtyard with green tiles and blue bricks, an
eleven or twelve-year-old boy knelt on the threshold of the gate. His dark eyes reflected deep weariness. His head, tied in a small, upright braid, bobbed forward several
times, nearly hitting the gate.
With a "thud," the boy 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. Being a
lecher what's wrong with that? Look at that lecher Baili Fei, he's ranked number one in the martial arts rankings. If he weren't a lecher, if 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 said it, but he certainly didn't have
the guts to actually become a lecher. His father was known throughout the righteous circles for his incorruptibility. If his father knew that he showed no remorse and was still speaking such words behind his back, he
would definitely break his leg.
Since he dared not stand up and resist, the only thing he could do was continue kneeling there.
So, under the moonlight, a lonely child knelt before the gate of an ancestral hall, his head resting against the gate as he quietly fell asleep.
This child was 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,
the great hero of Zhongzhou, was a disciple of the Wuji Sect, and his Hunyuan Wuji Bagua Palm was so skillful that he was invincible in the Heluo region in his youth. Therefore, he achieved
a distinguished reputation at a young age. After marrying Lin Yuling, one of the ten beauties of the time and the fairy of the clouds, Luo Tianhao retired to his hometown to enjoy family life.
For eighteen years, the two had lived in mutual respect and harmony. It was truly a harmonious and blissful life; the fairy of yesteryear had become the Guanyin of today, her beauty undiminished despite the passing
years . Luo Tianhao's only regret was his lack of offspring. Although he had two beloved daughters, he only had one son.
Unfortunately, this precious son was unruly and unwilling to endure hardship. His father taught him the family's secret martial arts, which he learned quickly, but he simply refused to put in the hard work. However,
the Hunyuan Wuji Bagua Palm was unlike swordsmanship or knife techniques, which could be mastered through talent. It required gradual accumulation.
Inconsistent practice was the biggest taboo in this martial art.
How could one survive in the martial world without a self-defense skill? Moreover, Luo Tianhao was known for his impartiality and had enemies all over the world. In desperation
, Luo Tianhao had no choice but to have his wife pass on the Luo family's secret weapon technique, the "Golden Silk Dart," passed down among the women of the family, to their son.
However, before teaching this unique skill, Luo Tianhao repeatedly warned his son never to reveal it unless absolutely necessary. Of course, he wasn't
worried about the skill leaking out; he could rattle off a whole bunch of techniques like the "Golden Silk Dart." But
it would be too embarrassing 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 didn't listen to his father's instructions? Since learning the dart-throwing skill, Lin'er practiced diligently, often
hunting for sparrows and rabbits in the mountains to test his skills. He'd also hunt some game to add to his meals. Over time, his dart-throwing technique and accuracy became quite proficient.
If it were just a matter of not working hard enough, 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 was also very powerful, and out of respect for him, this boy wouldn't necessarily have to rely solely on martial arts to make his way in the martial world. However,
recently his son had stopped learning good things and started picking up all sorts of filthy things. He was already a good-for-nothing son, but if things continued like this, he'd 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, hadn't he been strict enough?
Since the boy was old enough to understand,
he'd spent almost every day with the stone pillar at the gate. Now, the boy hadn't mastered martial arts, but the Shaolin Master Benchen, who had visited last time, said he had at least mastered the fourth level of Iron Knee Skill and even asked if he would be willing to part with his disciple and let him take him on as a last disciple. An ancient proverb says, "A person's character is weak, and their strength is weak." But his wife had never spoiled the child.
Of all virtues, diligence comes first, but Lin'er doesn't seem so eager to be first. However, lust is the root of all evil, and this kid can't go down that path. Back then, how many lecherous thieves
died at the hands of him and his wife? They destroyed the Five Wheels Society, wiped out 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'll have to kill their own family for the greater good…? Leaving aside Luo Tianhao's worries, let's talk about Lin'er, who's been reflecting on his actions. A few days ago, while his parents were
away , he secretly slipped out of the manor to find those three scoundrels—Stinky Dog Shit, Lowlife, Bastard, and Sassy Trash. Just from their names, you can tell they're a bunch of lowlifes
.
However, in a small town like this, finding any truly powerful underworld figures isn't easy. Not to mention, would his father even let them stay here? Even
his two self-proclaimed peerless heroines wouldn't let them live in peace. Besides, this small town has fewer than three thousand people and fewer than a hundred households. Even a slightly larger
village would be better off here. If it weren't for the mountainside and the lack of land,
the townspeople would only be able to make a living by the road in front of their houses. This place is a complete wasteland. In such a godforsaken place, it's
already a miracle if there are even a few petty thugs. Of the four, Stinky Dog Shit and Sassy Muddy were about sixteen, while Lowlife and Bastard were a
year . However, because Lin'er had a powerful background and knew martial arts, he was actually the leader.
He hadn't expected to only encounter Lowlife and Bastard. He had originally wanted to ask them where Stinky Dog Shit and Sassy Muddy were, but unexpectedly, he was treated to a
hot pot meal . After they were full, the two guys told him that Stinky Dog Shit and Sassy Muddy couldn't hold back anymore and had gone to the Crotch Alley.
Lin'er already knew about the Crotch Alley in town. It housed the town's only brothel. He also knew the madam used to have Chou Gou Shit and his gang
help her out. However, because the prices were too low, they never paid her. When did those two change their ways?
Those two scoundrels, those two bastards, it's unclear what went wrong with Chou Gou Shit and Sao Hulan. But the two scoundrels were very curious about the brothel and allowed Lin'er to
go check it out.
Go ahead and go, who's afraid? The brothel staff wouldn't dare go to the manor. Their families wouldn't come here either.
They weren't afraid of revealing the secret. Besides, what could their father do if he found out? At worst, he'd get a beating, but nowadays he was always getting a good beating. If he really got hurt,
he could eat and drink well and rest in bed for a couple of days. He wouldn't have to get up before dawn every day to practice that palm technique, and his father wouldn't have to constantly scold him
.
He could also avoid the whip that made him furious just thinking about it.
That whip was a gift from his wretched second sister to his father on his birthday. His father, upon receiving the gift, kept saying, "Very good, very good, useful,
useful." Clearly, it was a gift from him.
When he arrived at the brothel, he saw that those two scoundrels, "Stinky Dog Shit" and "Slutty Mud," were really smug. They were dressed in dark blue dog skins
, even trying to be fashionable, wearing their hats askew. With their hands tucked into their waistbands, they really did look like dogs. After three days apart, they were acting all high and mighty,
even trying to drive everyone away. Lin'er subtly manipulated things, letting the two brothers and the gatekeeper have a good time. Only then did "Stinky Dog Shit" and "Slutty Mud" realize their mistake
. After some kowtowing and begging for forgiveness, they actually invited him to watch a good show that night.
Fine, he'd come. His parents wouldn't be back anytime soon anyway. He could have some fun today. His two stinky sisters would definitely go and tell on him. Let's make our money
first .
We loitered around with Xia Sanlan and Wangbadan until dark.
Only then did Lin'er and the others return
to the brothel entrance to meet up with Chou Gou Shit and Sao Hulan. Chou Gou Shit and Sao Hulan, acting all mysterious, told us to wait at the back door. We waited for a long time in the stinking, garbage-filled alleyway by the back door before Chou Gou Shit finally opened the small door alone and let Lin'er and the others
in. Then, he sneakily led everyone to the window frame in the backyard. Laughter and banter came from inside.
Chou Gou Shit made everyone squat down. He quietly dug open a wooden plank. Behind the plank was a slit about the width of an index finger. Looking through the slit, we could see
a short, fat, bald man, embracing two prostitutes intimately. Xia Sanlan and Wangbadan impatiently pressed their heads against the slit,
peering . The stinky dog peeked for a while before saying he had to go to work and reluctantly left. Before leaving, he even covered Lin'er and the others with a smelly
sheet . It seems this guy often comes to peek.
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 fat hands, which was completely
uninteresting. I really don't know why those two scoundrels were staring so intently. And just now, the prostitute on the left turned around
to get a towel.
Through the crack, I could see her face clearly. Oh my! It was terrifying, incredibly ugly.
It's hard to imagine how that fat man could stand it, but I have to admire how those two scoundrels still looked like
lecherous wolves .
Disgusted, Lin'er dragged the two thugs out of the brothel. These two actually said they were interfering with their enjoyment of the performance. All the way, they complained
incessantly , groping each other and getting their hands on each other, it was disgusting. And they kept talking about women's "things.
" What exactly were those things?
Of course, he couldn't ask those two bastards. If they knew he didn't even know what women's "things" were, wouldn't he lose
face?
From what they said, he understood that women's "things" were located in what was equivalent to his penis. He'd find a way to secretly touch
his two older sisters' "things" when he got home, wouldn't that tell him?
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 didn't see him
touching his second sister's "things ."
So, Lin'er insisted it was just an accidental bump.
After hearing his fabricated story, everyone except his second sister, whose face was still contorted with rage, softened slightly.
After a lecture on "If you don't learn good things 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 Spear Gang, slew the Four Seas Demon Dragon, and burned the Joyful Living Buddha. However,
unlike his previous recountings, this time he described it in great detail, going into the grotesque gore, describing in vivid detail how his intestines spilled out and his head was burned to a crisp.
His 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 on the doorstep. However, this time he wasn't kneeling at the main gate, but at the gate of the ancestral hall. This was called confessing
his sins to the ancestors.
(II).
I don't know if it was because the ancestors were watching over him, or if it was just bad luck, but on the third day of kneeling in front of the ancestral hall gate, (because this time, his sins were very serious,
it seemed that his father didn't intend to forgive him easily; he would probably have to kneel for a month or two before he could get through this). Just then,
a heavy rain started 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's real name was Zhu Changren. I heard that he had passed the imperial examination in his youth and served as an official. However, he later somehow offended someone, was
falsely accused, and was thrown into prison. It was all thanks to his father's connections that he was rescued. Although his life was saved, his right leg was lost.
Father said he was a learned scholar, a virtuous and incorruptible official, and originally wanted him to be his teacher, saying that his son would learn both
profound knowledge and how to be a good person from Lord Zhu.
Fortunately, Zhu the Cripple, having suffered in prison, had become disillusioned with everything. He said of himself, "At seventy-seven years old, I am rarely born again," and then...
"Studying pedantic books is unfit to be a teacher." In short, he wanted to do nothing but loaf around and wait to die.
His father, unable to persuade him otherwise, had to ask him to look after the ancestral hall.
Although the task was extremely simple, Zhu the Cripple did it quite diligently. He would wipe the ancestral tablets whenever he had a spare moment, 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," which 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 and foolish rulers, loyal ministers, treacherous officials, 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 stand idly by and continue 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 the inner quarters when he sits in a private room."
The old servant, being too old, had been given several hundred taels of silver by his father a year ago and sent back to his hometown to enjoy his retirement.
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 . The most satisfying thing was being able to grab his father's leather whip and lash it everywhere. However, due to carelessness, he broke a glass vase in the hall,
and Lin'er rarely touched that whip afterward. He also 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. He was absolutely forbidden from entering his eldest and second eldest sisters' rooms before, but now, the entire manor was his
alone, so where was he forbidden?
Prying open a window, Lin'er easily climbed into his two older sisters' room. Anyway, it was a once-in-a-century downpour. He could just say the wind blew it open.
In his older sister's room, Lin'er indulged in a good-natured riot. He even slept twice on her bed, wrapped in her blanket.
Before leaving, he considered urinating on her blanket, but after much deliberation, he worried about how he would explain it and finally abandoned this 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 . Lin'er had already gathered his cronies.
With nothing to do, Lin'er now understood why his two older sisters loved to stir up trouble. It seemed they weren't like him, constantly trying to keep their father in check;
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 while passing through.
He simply leaped over the wall and entered.
Lin'er knew at a glance that this guest was a master, and a top-tier one 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—it seemed 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 the ancestors again. The son of a great hero of the Central Continent crawling through a dog hole, especially his own dog hole, would likely severely damage his reputation. 　　He crawled out of the dog hole and slid down the slope. Several days of heavy rain had washed the hillside smooth. The mud along the way was conveniently disguised by the rain. Reaching the foot of the hill, Lin'er turned into an alley in the small town. He casually took off his mud-soaked clothes and threw them aside. It wasn't that he was disgusted by the dirt, but he was afraid that 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 was standing straight behind him. The torrential rain hadn't soaked his clothes at all. 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 knowledgeable. 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 is a martial art that relies on internal energy, and his father's cultivation of innate internal energy is among the best in the martial arts world. Now, this monster has appeared . It seems there's no way he can 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 transvestite, simply stood there idly, showing
no intention of grabbing Lin'er.
Frankly, Lin'er was covered in mud, dirtier than a mudfish pulled from a stinking ditch. The old man, a notorious germaphobe, 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, though he'd heard that transvestites 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, praising the old man over and over again. However, the old man didn't seem to be buying it, standing
expressionlessly in the rain. He just stared at the young, unruly boy in front of him.
Before coming, he had already inquired about him. Luo Tianhao only had this one precious son. But looking at this boy's character, he was
so . He wondered how Luo Tianhao had raised such a rascal.
(III).
The Qinling Mountains stretched for more than 300 miles, and to the north lay Xi'an, the most important town in the western border region.
As the political center of six dynasties, the ancient capital of Xi'an was second to none in China in terms of both culture and prosperity.
From the palaces and buildings that were faintly visible in the light mist, one could 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 have been quite
excited.
Ever since he was captured by this transvestite at Luoye Manor, they had been traveling through the mountains. They had never stopped in a place with travelers.
Lin'er had suffered quite a bit along the way
however, was exhausted from days of trekking. He also had to constantly flatter the demon, maintaining a smiling face despite his fatigue – it was truly
arduous .
However, Lin'er never considered running away; discretion is the better part of valor. Escape from this old man was out of the question.
Therefore, Lin'er relentlessly pursued his goal of softening the old eunuch through appeasement. After several days, he had 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 . He hadn't expected the old demon to see through him. Lin'er had already cursed the old demon thousands of times in his heart. Hearing the old man say this,
he secretly added auspicious blessings to the old demon's ancestors.
"I really can't believe you're the offspring of Luo Tianhao and Ju Rou," the old eunuch said bluntly. Thinking about his parents' usual
treatment , Lin'er 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 noticed the old eunuch mention a name he'd never heard before—Ju Rou. Could it be that he really was his father's child with some other
woman ? It seemed necessary to find out.
After thinking this, Lin'er immediately put on a smile and nodded repeatedly, "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—that's a name no one has 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 memories from the depths of his rusty past, revealing
the same expression that Zhu the Cripple often showed when thinking about the past.
Hopefully, it wasn't something sad, otherwise he might suffer. Over the next few days, Lin'er was quite puzzled by the old man's relationship with his parents.
He was certain they weren't friends, but calling them enemies was also a stretch. The old man didn't seem to be the type to send several groups of people every year who came specifically to spar with him.

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