The Smiling, Proud Wanderer 1-3 (Incomplete) by Shang Guan Xiao Xiao (Traditional Chinese)

For many years, I have been a devoted fan of erotic martial arts novels, having read many masterpieces, yet I have contributed nothing of my own, a fact I deeply regret

. Fortunately, I now have some free time, and although I am aware of my poor writing skills, I still wish to give back to the erotic community

. Thus, I have prepared this humble work, truly a case of showing off my limited abilities before an expert. This is my first post, and I hope to receive the leniency of fellow erotic enthusiasts

. In this era where erotic martial arts works are no longer as popular, I hope this article can serve as a catalyst for further discussion.

As the title suggests, this article uses Jin Yong's *The Return of the Condor Heroes* and *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer* as its story background, but it is actually a

sequel. Since *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer* lacks a specific historical setting, I have taken a shortcut, believing the story takes place

during the sixteen years that Xiaolongnü spent at the bottom of the cliff, thus incorporating the content of both books.

I hope everyone will generously share their thoughts so I can improve. Your support is my

motivation to continue writing.

Chapter One: Returning to the Scenery

"Layered peaks cling to the Wei River, green peaks pierce the distant sky. The sun rises red over the ridge, and the green mist gathers on the rocks. The pines stand tall as if in the night, their glaze flawed yet seemingly

complete." Emperor Taizong of Tang, during his visit to Zhongnan Mountain, was so moved that he penned these famous lines, which have been praised by posterity.

Since ancient times , Zhongnan Mountain has been a sacred place in the hearts of poets, and countless literati have been captivated by it, wishing they could spend their lives

there. Looking out, the layered peaks, the rising clouds and mist, all reveal the divine craftsmanship of nature. The mountains are filled with

the sounds of birds and beasts, shrouded in poisonous miasma and swampy air. The steep, precipitous paths deter ordinary people, lending Zhongnan Mountain

an air of mystery. Only those with exceptional martial arts skills are worthy to enjoy this picturesque

paradise, leading to popular legends that many reclusive masters dwell here.

Within these rugged mountains, however, lies a flowerbed bursting with blossoms. In its center, a lush green

lawn stretches out. A woman in white is practicing swordsmanship; her flowing hair, graceful movements, and the delicate

swordplay creating swirling patterns on her blade surpass even the beauty of the flowers. Suddenly, the woman in white unleashed a sword strike that soared into the sky, swirling

and dancing in the air. The sword moved faster and faster, until the woman and the sword became one, indistinguishable from each other. A sharp shout rang out,

and her

graceful figure emerged from the flurry of swordplay, landing gently on the ground. She stood gracefully on the grass, her sword slung over her back, slightly panting. Her face was exquisitely beautiful; if one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe such

beauty . The woman in white smiled gently, and all other beauties paled in comparison. At that moment, she was like a unique and breathtaking sight in the world.

"Guo'er, has my swordsmanship improved?" On the other side, a middle-aged man leaned against a rattan chair.

He was handsome and had the air of a grandmaster. His weathered face was etched with a wild and untamed spirit. Upon closer inspection, he was missing an arm

, but this did not affect his demeanor at all. He sat there exuding a heroic aura. He smiled slightly and said, "I didn't expect

that Aunt 's Jade Goddess Sword has already reached the ninth level. From now on, there will be few people in the martial world who can match Aunt."

The woman in white had a rosy complexion and seemed quite happy. She said softly, "Guo'er, didn't you always say that we practice martial arts

not to compete with others?" The man laughed heartily, "Aunt is right. Martial arts should be practiced for chivalry and justice

. Although the world is at peace now, we martial artists cannot stagnate. We must always pursue the highest

realm ."

It turned out that these two were the once famous Condor Heroes and Little Dragon Girl. Two years ago, the conflicts in the martial world subsided

, and the two of them immediately retired from the world, coming to the Ancient Tomb in Zhongnan Mountain

. They spent their days admiring the peaks and practicing swordsmanship, living a life like that of an immortal couple. They had left the dusty world of martial arts, but they were also very carefree. Yang Guo stood up and said, "Aunt

, I encountered a difficulty when I reached the ninth level of my Ecstasy Palm technique. I can no longer improve it. I want to go into seclusion to cultivate. When I emerge

from seclusion, my palm technique will

surely have to improve our martial arts?" Yang Guo said, "Aunt, you are also a martial artist. You should know my situation

. If I don't overcome this difficulty, I will never be at peace." Knowing she couldn't force him, Xiaolongnu asked

, "Guo'er, how long will this seclusion last?" "At least three months, at most a year. Aunt, please take good care of yourself

while ." Xiaolongnu nodded slightly. Yang Guo rose and slowly walked over, wrapping his arm around

Xiaolongnu's slender waist. He whispered in her ear, "Aunt, no matter what, I can never forget my

longing for you." Xiaolongnu lowered her head slightly and leaned on Yang Guo's shoulder.

"Aunt, I'm thinking about you again."

"What are you thinking about?"

"I'm going into seclusion soon, for a romantic night..."

"You're so naughty!" Before he could finish, Xiaolongnu blushed and turned to run towards the Ancient Tomb. Yang Guo laughed loudly and

followed ...

Yang Guo had been in seclusion for three days, and Xiaolongnu was still practicing her martial arts as usual. She was used to

living and had never known what loneliness was like. She had spent the same sixteen years at the bottom of the cliff. But

today was different. She was meditating in the Ancient Tomb as usual, cultivating the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, but she was somewhat absent-minded.

For the past two years, she and Yang Guo had been inseparable, and she had fully enjoyed the wonderful moments between husband and wife. She felt that she had a new

life, one that she had never experienced in the past thirty-odd years. Every time she was naked and entwined with Yang Guo, letting

him roam freely over her body, the intoxicating pleasure of contact with her beloved made her

want to . After each lovemaking session, she would be drenched in sweat, lying blissfully on top of her lover. Looking back on the past

, it felt like a waste. Now she realized that she was no longer used to life without Yang Guo.

As she thought about it, Xiaolongnu felt a surge of heat throughout her body. Unconsciously, her hands climbed up to her full

breasts. "If only Yang Guo were here," she thought, her hands kneading them incessantly. Yang Guo had done just that

; it always felt so good to her. Gradually, her breathing became heavy. One hand, without her noticing,

began to slide down to her crotch, reaching inside… It was already wet. “Ah…” Her mouth opened slightly, and she

involuntarily exhaled, touching her sensitive area… If Yang Guo were here, his large penis would have already… Xiaolongnu

felt utterly weak, her body unable to support her any longer. She lay back on the bed, one hand kneading her breasts, the other

stroking her crotch. Her juices flowed more and more, and she could no longer hold back, letting out a soft moan…

Suddenly, a clear, long howl sounded outside the ancient tomb. Xiaolongnu instantly snapped out of her desire. She jumped off the bed,

straightened her clothes, and left the tomb. Looking up, she saw a figure in green rushing towards the tomb from not far away

. In a few leaps, the person was already upon her. Little Dragon Girl looked closely and saw a handsome young man in his early twenties

standing before her. The young man's eyes also lit up; before him stood a woman of celestial beauty, with extraordinary grace and charm.

Yue, with a rosy blush on her face, was so captivated that he forgot to speak for a moment.

The Little Dragon Girl, her passion just fading, her face slightly flushed, looked indescribably charming and innocent. Seeing the young man standing there dumbfounded, she secretly

found it amusing . However, she quickly calmed herself down and said softly, "May I ask what brings this young hero here?" The young man

realized his earlier lapse in composure and blushed deeply. He clasped his hands and said, "Senior... are you Madam Yang?"

In his heart, he thought, "I really asked unnecessary questions. How could there be another woman in the world with such grace and charm?"

Xiaolongnu was slightly taken aback, realizing that the other party had come with business. "Indeed, may I ask your esteemed name, young hero?"

The young man had also regained his composure and said, "My name is Zuo Jianqing, the last disciple of Guo Jing, the Northern Hero. I am here on my master

's orders to deliver an invitation to the Mid-Autumn Martial Arts Tournament to the Western Madman Yang and his wife." As he spoke, he

took out a red invitation from his pocket and handed it over.

Xiaolongnu couldn't help but take a closer look at Zuo Jianqing. She hadn't expected her Uncle Guo to have taken on a disciple, but

it was clear he possessed exceptional talent and was a promising individual. She and her husband had already retired, but Guo Jing's invitation

was one she couldn't refuse. Guo'er was in seclusion, so it seemed she would have to go in his place. She accepted the invitation and said, "

Young Master Zuo, please come to the Ancient Tomb and have some tea."

"No, I still have to deliver invitations to the Quanzhen Sect. Please do me the honor of attending."

"Then we won't linger any longer. How are you and your wife, Master Guo?"

"Master and Mistress are well. The two elders often mention you. Master initiated this martial arts gathering

because of something."

"What is it? Isn't the martial world peaceful now? What could possibly require Master Guo's personal intervention?"

"Madam, you may not know this, but the Demonic Cult is showing signs of resurgence

. Rumor has it that Dongfang Bubai has returned to the martial world."

Xiaolongnu was taken aback, asking in confusion, "Is Dongfang Bubai still alive?"

She had heard about the Demonic Cult before, but that happened during the sixteen years she spent at the bottom of the cliff. Yang Guo had

told her about it. Ten years ago, the Demonic Cult was rampant, and its leader, Dongfang Bubai, was mad and bloodthirsty, causing a bloodbath in the martial world.

The righteous path was in turmoil. Later, a great hero named Linghu Chong appeared in the martial world. He led the heroes to defeat

the Demonic Cult, killed Dongfang Bubai, and even married Ren Yingying, the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Cult, disbanding the Demonic Cult and saving the world from disaster

. This Linghu Chong and his wife were revered by the martial world and were as famous as Yang Guo and himself, the Condor Heroes. Later

I heard that the couple had also retired to the mountains and were living a carefree and happy life.

Zuo Jianqing sighed, "Madam Yang, this is just a legend in the martial world. This Dongfang Bubai may be someone else,

but it is absolutely true that the Demonic Sect has risen again and has repeatedly slaughtered our fellow martial artists. Now the Demonic Sect is stronger than ever,

and its leader, Dongfang Bubai, has extremely high martial arts skills. He has two protectors, as well as 'one demon, two monsters, three monsters, and four evil spirits,'

each with powerful evil skills and a bloodthirsty nature. The martial world is now dominated by evil. My master had no choice but to join forces with Linghu

Chong to organize this martial arts conference. If we delay, the righteous path will be in danger.

" Xiaolongnu said, "Please tell Guo Daxia that I will naturally be there. Young hero, please be careful on your journey. I will not see you off." "

Then I will take my leave. Please take care, Madam and Yang Daxia." Zuo Jianqing turned and ran towards the Quanzhen Sect. As he walked along

the mountain path , the image of Xiaolongnu lingered in his mind. "Seeing is believing, truly. Such a peerless beauty, if

I could just kiss her, it would be worth it even if I lost my life immediately. Hero Yang is truly blessed..." Thinking this,

his lower body unconsciously hardened...

Xiaolongnu looked at the invitation in her hand, feeling somewhat troubled. Mid-Autumn Festival was only half a month away, but Yang Guo absolutely

could not emerge from seclusion. Forcing his way out would cost him ten years of internal energy. It wasn't that she was worried about Yang Guo's lack of protection;

the place where he secluded himself was extremely secretive, and no one would find him. But could she handle such an important matter alone

? That evening, Xiaolongnu finally made a decision. Since she was Yang Guo's wife, she had to share

everything with him. It seemed she had no choice but to return to the martial world herself. If it's for the righteous cause, Guo'er will be happy to leave the pass

. Looking at the location, it's Xiangyang City; we should be able to get there within ten days. Let's set off tomorrow. Thinking this

, Xiaolongnu finally felt relieved, cleared her mind of distractions, and drifted off to sleep while meditating.

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