The Wandering Swordsman [Full Text]

The sugarcane in the field grew taller than a person. The young man had been lying prone in the sugarcane field since dusk, silently watching the large house ahead.

He had an extremely stubborn face, and at this moment, he held a sharp dagger between his teeth.

Suddenly, he straightened up. He saw a burly man emerge from the large house and walk towards the sugarcane field. As

the man drew closer, the young man's back arched high. Just as the man passed by, the young man sprang up, the dagger in his hand.

Before his hands and feet even touched the ground, the dagger pierced through the air, aimed precisely at the man's back.

The attack and thrust were so precise that the man fell to the ground almost without any chance to dodge. The young man held him down until he was sure the man was dead, then sprang up, the dagger back in his hand.

The rain began to fall, and the sky darkened in an instant.

The young man braved the downpour, his mouth tightly shut, and walked towards the city street. Just as he turned a corner in an alley, a middle-aged man with a purplish-red face, thick eyebrows, and a large nose suddenly appeared.

"Wait a moment," the middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

The young man stopped abruptly, turned around, and looked away from the middle-aged man.

"Come here, I have something to say to you!" the middle-aged man said with a smile. "I just saw you kill someone." The young man's eyes turned cold. He moved slowly, and with lightning speed, drew a dagger and thrust it towards the middle-aged man's throat.

The middle-aged man reacted with incredible agility. With a flick of his wrist, his fingers gripped the young man's arm firmly. He calmly said,

"Yes, this is the dagger, the murder weapon." The young man was gripped tightly, making a strange sound in his throat. His muscles tensed, and it was clear he was struggling desperately, but to no avail.

The middle-aged man chuckled coldly a few times before releasing his grip. He adjusted his bamboo hat and stepped into the rain. The young man, having gathered his dagger, immediately gave chase. The

middle-aged man turned from the main road into a narrow alley, arriving at an ancient temple. Standing before the temple gate, he said without turning back,

"Why have you been following me?" "I'm going to kill you!" the young man replied.

"Why do you want to kill me?" "Because you saw me kill someone." The middle-aged man lifted his bamboo hat, staring directly at the young man, and said, "You want to kill someone for that reason?" "Yes, and I've already killed two people." "Killing is something done for money!" "I don't understand." "Then what was your reason for killing someone the first time?" A look of extreme pain suddenly appeared on the young man's face. He seemed unwilling to answer the question, but as he bent down, the dagger flashed in a flash.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha." The middle-aged man seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. As he leaped away, he laughed loudly, "You can't kill me, but since you've decided to follow me, perhaps you can learn more, see more, and understand more, ha, ha." The middle-aged man walked into the temple and arrived at the backyard. In the puddles, there was a carriage. He opened the carriage door, jumped in, and then stuck his head out, calling out,

"Hey! If you still want to follow me, the best way is to drive the carriage for me." The young man didn't say a word, got on the carriage seat, picked up the whip stuck beside the seat, and waved it, driving the carriage out of the temple's backyard. The middle-aged man's voice came from inside the carriage:

"Head north, to Kaifeng Prefecture. I'll show you what life is like with money!" The carriage sped along the road. The young man was a competent driver; he cracked the whip loudly, oblivious to the heavy rain.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, pondering: Who is this young man? Judging from his shabby attire, he's clearly no big shot. But the sharpness and cleanliness of his movements reveal him to be a first-rate killing genius.

The middle-aged man himself was Lei Ying, a renowned assassin in the martial arts world. He possessed many exquisitely crafted killing methods, which had brought him immense wealth.

Lei Ying's killings came at a high price, but he never missed. He was a man with a heart as cold as a devil, but since witnessing the young man's methods, he not only didn't avoid him, but instead felt an uncontrollable joy stirring within him. He made up his mind to tame this young man and have him kill for him.

The carriage entered Kaifeng Prefecture, turned left at a gold shop, and arrived before an incomparably magnificent mansion. The two burly guards, seeing him from afar, immediately opened their megaphones and shouted,

"Make way! Master Lei is here!" The carriage was led into the house, where a large courtyard was located.

Lei Ying alighted from the carriage, turned around, and waved to the young man, saying,

"Get down!" At the same time, he pulled a silver note from his pocket with a "swish," and in the red seal, in black characters, were the words: "Ten Thousand Taels." Lei Ying said,

"I've booked this entire courtyard. You all serve this young master first." The young man, bewildered by Lei Ying's address of him as "young master," simply asked blankly,

"Then—? Master Lei? Don't go, I'm sticking with you." "Ha! Ha! Ha," Lei Ying laughed, "I'm sticking with you too. If we separate and you find me again, it'll be even harder for me to guard against you." Those around them didn't understand the meaning of their conversation, but servants were already urging them on:

"Young master! Please come with us." The young man was led into a fragrant corridor. At the end of the corridor was a very large room. Inside, a white stone pool, a full ten feet square, filled with an intoxicating fragrance.

"Young master, would you like to call two young ladies to keep you company?" "Oh? No, no." The young man refused in surprise.

After the servants left, the young man leisurely waded into the fragrant pool. He saw the bright door slightly ajar, and a slender hand, smeared with bright red phoenix flower juice, reached in.

It was a snow-white, plump arm, carrying a bamboo basket containing a set of clothes.

The young man stood by the pool, his heart pounding for a long time, before finally stepping forward, picking up the clothes from the basket, and putting them on. Surprisingly, they fit him perfectly. At that moment, the door opened fully, and a bright-eyed, white-toothed girl peeked in, smiling at him:

"Please come with me, Miss Lan is waiting for you." "Miss Lan... Miss Lan?" The girl smiled, wearing an extremely thin gauze dress, her smooth arms faintly visible beneath the veil. The young man's heart pounded again. He followed her involuntarily.

After passing a pavilion, the girl led him to a unique and elegant room, then giggled and walked away.

The young man pushed open the door to the private room and saw a young girl sitting before the table, untying her hair. Her long, glossy black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. Because her hands were raised high, her blouse fell to her sides, revealing her two delicate, smooth arms, so even and smooth, like jade carvings.

He was already a twenty-two-year-old man, but he had never seen such a beautiful woman before. The young man was completely stunned.

"You've come from afar, would you like something to eat?" a beautiful voice inquired solicitously.

"I..." The young man opened his mouth wide and stammered, "Oh...no, thank you." The beauty came to him, a delicate fragrance wafting from her. Her pretty face was fair with a rosy glow, and her snow-white breasts were faintly visible through the light veil. The young man's throat went dry.

He felt a burning fire within him, his blood surging, and finally, unable to restrain himself, he reached out and grasped the beauty's fragrant shoulder.

The beauty let out a seductive, mesmerizing cry, her body twisting as the light gauze dress slipped from her shoulders, revealing her fair, smooth, and delicate skin. Her fragrant, soft body nestled into his embrace.

The young man felt as if he were floating on clouds. The beauty let out a soft "ah," tilting her head back, her large, watery eyes gazing at him.

"You... um, look how fast my heart is beating!" "Yes... yes..." he stammered, his hands and feet flailing.

The beauty smiled coquettishly at him again, her voice like a nightingale's song:

"You... do you want me...?" "Oh, yes, of course I do!" he said, lowering his head to kiss her fragrant lips.

"You're a wealthy young master, and I'm just..." "No, it's not like that, I, I... no, you..." The young man didn't know how to explain his identity and thoughts, nor how to express his feelings at that moment. He felt an urgent, pressing need and impulse, and he held her tightly.

Her soft, silken hands caressed his broad chest, sending a chill down his spine. He gritted his teeth, feeling a burning heat in his lower abdomen, his penis already hard and erect.

The beauty stretched out her fragrant tongue, teasing his, making him tremble as if electrocuted. Then they both fell onto the bed.

Her light veil loosened, her undergarment slipped away… Her eyes were slightly open, as if overcome with shyness.

The young man's rough hands roamed over her snow-white body.

The beauty had well-proportioned breasts, their peaks topped with small pink nipples. Her abdomen was smooth and flat, below which rose a small mound of her virginity and a pair of long, jade-like legs.

The young man's lust intensified, his face flushed. He sucked on her nipples, increasingly feeling his clothes coming off. The beauty murmured softly,

"Mmm...mmm, my...my heart feels like...like it's going to jump out...mmm...I...I...my whole body...is...feeling light...mmm...I'm going to float...mmm..." The young man, already burning with desire, immediately mounted her after her soft moans. But he seemed unable to find the right way; his hard penis just thrashed about outside her peach blossom cave.

"Mmm, mmm...ah, ah...gently...gently...slowly..." the beauty said, spreading her legs, her slender hands guiding his hard penis towards the entrance, slowly rubbing it.

The young man was sweating profusely with impatience. His breathing became heavy.

The beauty slightly shifted her waist, making her jade gate more compatible with his penis, and after a moment, he finally entered.

"Ah, ah..." She frowned, "You...your...ah...your...how...how...ah...so big..." The young man just smiled and didn't answer. He held her breasts, and suddenly his waist slumped down. The beautiful woman cried out weakly,

"Oh...oh dear...you...you are so heartless...oh dear...you are so cruel...how...how could you do this...oh dear, oh dear..." Tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes, and at the same time she clenched her small hands and kept hitting and cursing the young man's chest.

The young man was stunned for a moment. He stammered,

"Miss...I...I...I really couldn't hold back...I...I...I'm sorry." He immediately straightened his back, trying to pull out his hard penis. The beauty immediately squeezed her legs together and grabbed his waist, saying sweetly,

"Wait a minute...wait a minute...it doesn't hurt anymore." After saying this, her jade-like hands reached behind his ears, skillfully stroking his neck and back, while she breathed softly, instructing,

"It's much better now. Ah, I've never seen one as big as yours...to be honest, it's so full, ah, I feel so good..." The young man was stunned again. What was going on? He had just shed tears, and now she was saying it felt good?

His whole body felt like it was on fire, his groin tightly and warmly bound, forcing him to speak:

"Miss, I, I really... Miss... may I thrust a few times?" the young man said, and immediately felt a surge of hot water at the front of his intestines, pouring out so suddenly. The scalding pleasure was one he had never experienced in his life. He thrust forward a few times, and the beauty's soft cries rose again:

"Ah, ah, ah... oh... young master... oh... I, I'm coming... oh... I'm coming... oh... so good... this... this... so good... I... I, I'm coming..." The young man held her tightly in his arms. The beauty's slender waist began to sway up and down and side to side, her eyes wide open as she cried out:

"Young master... ah, ah... so beautiful... ah... ah so beautiful... so beautiful... ah... oh... I, I... I want to fly to the sky... fly to the sky... Young master... dear young master... I, I... so beautiful... so beautiful, so beautiful..." The beauty's jade gate once again leaked lustful fluids, her peach blossom cave had become a wet muddy road, and the young man took advantage of the situation to speed up, rising and falling fiercely. His fleshy intestines became harder and harder, and with angry thrusting, they produced "plop, plop" sounds.

The beauty's slender waist stretched faster and faster, her long fingers digging into his back muscles. She was already at the peak of her climax, and she cried out again:

"Oh, oh... young master... oh, you are my... my darling... oh, I'm so... so happy... I'm so happy... I'm willing to serve you for a lifetime... willing... oh... hold me tight, hold me tight... oh, harder... oh, harder... ah..." After a series of urgent cries, the walls of her vagina suddenly contracted, and thick vaginal fluid gushed from the depths of her uterus. Her cervix tightly gripped the young man's glans, sucking it forcefully.

"Ah... ah... I..." the young man cried out, straightening his legs.

He couldn't resist the powerful sucking, and after only two or three cries, a wave of pleasure washed over him, and he ejaculated a powerful stream of semen.

The beauty panted, her pretty face flushed red again.

The young man had never imagined that a woman could bring him such joy and release. She nestled close to him, almost without a gap between them. The beauty's starry eyes opened slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering as she asked,

"Do you...like me?" "Yes," he nodded vigorously.

"My name is Xinlan." The young man fell silent. Before this, he had lived a nomadic life, barely surviving on the cold wind and dew. But now, surrounded by brocade curtains and the warmth and fragrance of her body, he thought this was the most beautiful state of being.

He just couldn't understand why he had suddenly encountered such a situation. Since he couldn't understand it, he decided not to bother trying anymore.

He remained immersed in this gentle embrace for seven days!

It was dusk. Xinlan sat before the dressing table, arranging her glossy black hair. The young man was beside her, gently embracing her slender waist.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the curtain. Xinlan struggled and pushed him away.

Three people arrived: two men and a woman. The woman was an old woman who called out,

"Miss Lan!" "Coming!" Xinlan quickly replied.

Xinlan walked towards the door, whispered a few words to the old woman, and then lifted the curtain to go outside. The other two men entered, one of them carrying a tray. The young man looked down and saw a dagger on the tray, and a pair of old boots beside his clothes.

Those were his things; he could still recognize them. He looked up absently, asking, "What is it?" The two men smiled and said, "Sir, you should go!" The young man suddenly cried out, "Where's Xiao Lan?" One of the men laughed, "Miss Lan? She has other guests. If you wish to rekindle your romance, that's easy. We'll keep the usual price, although Miss Lan is becoming increasingly popular!" The young man swayed, needing to steady himself on the table. He said, "You…you mean, it costs money to be with Miss Lan? How much?" The young man paused for a moment, then slowly said, enunciating each word clearly, "I don't care what it is, find Miss Lan for me. I want her!" The two men exchanged glances. With a surprised, disdainful smile, the one holding the plate placed it on the table and said,

"Sir, this is yours. Take it with you!" As he spoke, the two walked out together. Suddenly, the young man let out a strange cry, grabbed one of the men by the shoulder, and forcefully pulled him back.

He held the dagger to the man's throat, his voice hoarse, and shouted, "Find Miss Lan for me!" The man turned pale with fright. The other man rushed out the door, shouting, "Murder! Someone's trying to kill someone!" The shout was like a sharp arrow piercing the young man's heart. He suddenly looked up, aiming straight for the back of the man who had rushed out the door.

The dagger was so fast, almost hitting the man, when suddenly, a figure flashed from the side. A person rushed in, pushed the man aside, and simultaneously, with a backhand flick, seized the dagger.

Before the young man could even see what was happening, the man, Lei Ying, entered, dagger in hand. Lei Ying grinned, looking at the young man, and said, "Young man, killing someone here means you'll see more than one person. The constables will be here in a minute. Do you think you can escape?" The young man stammered, "I...I..." But before he could finish, Lei Ying's fingers suddenly tightened, gripping his wrist. Lei Ying's grip tightened, and he was pulled away against his will.

Lei Ying's pace quickened, and in the blink of an eye, he had dashed out through a side door. The door slammed shut, and under a large tree outside, the carriage was parked.

Lei Ying swung his arm forcefully, sending the young man flying forward until he reached the carriage, where he finally stopped. The moment he stood still, Lei Ying clenched his fist again, and his dagger flew over, landing on the ground beside the young man's feet.

Lei Ying said coldly, "Pick it up. That's your killing tool. Don't forget, you'll use it to kill me too!" The young man bent down, picked up the dagger, and stared at Lei Ying.

He called out, "Master Lei!" Lei Ying said sternly, "What is it?" The young man said, "Master Lei…you've already spent ten thousand taels of silver for me, so naturally…naturally, I don't mind spending another ten thousand taels!" Lei Ying laughed heartily. He laughed so happily; it was a sentence he had been waiting for for so long. He had almost thought he would never hear it again, but those words had finally come from the young man's mouth. This proved that although the young man was strange, he was still human, possessing all the weaknesses of a human!

Lei Ying laughed, and the young man's expression became even more humble. He hurriedly said, "Uncle Lei, you have money, you don't care about spending an extra ten thousand taels of silver, you—" Before he could finish the word "you," he suddenly leaped forward, his dagger flashing as he lunged at Lei Ying!

The dagger almost became a part of his body, moving with him as he lunged at Lei Ying. Lei Ying's laughter abruptly stopped. He twisted his body swiftly, and with a "whoosh," the dagger in the young man's hand pierced through his armpit and tore his sleeve. Lei Ying couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. If he had been just two inches off, he would have been killed by the young man!

His movements were incredibly fast. Before the young man could even retract his hand, he struck out with a backhand, his fingers flying out, striking the young man's shoulder with a "smack."

The force of that palm strike was considerable, sending the young man flying backward with a thud. He rolled several times before finally getting to his feet.

Lei Ying glanced at his armpit; the wind blowing in through the hole made it feel chilly.

He said slowly, "Killing someone when they need something is the best time; they won't be on guard!" The young man smiled bitterly and said, "However, I still failed to kill you." Lei Ying paused for a moment before saying, "It's all because you haven't properly learned martial arts. If someone had taught you martial arts, your movements would be faster and more accurate. In that case, I might have died at your hands!" The young man said, "Then, I can find at least ten thousand taels of silver on you?" Lei Ying was taken aback, then suddenly burst into laughter again, saying, "So you killed me just now for the silver?" The young man turned his head away with a pained expression. Although he didn't say anything, he kept asking himself, "Did I kill for the silver?"

He continued to think: Of course not, I wanted to be with Xinlan, but without silver, she couldn't be with me.

The young man was panting, his voice hoarse like that of a wounded, bellowing bull. He said, "Give me ten thousand taels of silver!" Lei Ying grinned maliciously, spreading his hands, and said, "What use is ten thousand taels of silver? Even if I were to give it to you, you could only keep her for seven days. After seven days, what then? Besides, why would I give you ten thousand taels of silver for no reason? Do you know that there are many, many people in the world who work hard all their lives and still can't earn ten thousand taels of silver?" The young man's face turned ashen, and he lowered his head, saying, "I know." Lei Ying laughed even more happily, and the young man walked step by step down the path he had arranged!

He said, "However, those people are all fools. A smart person like you can earn ten thousand taels, let alone one hundred thousand, or even a million. Do you know that? You only need eighty thousand taels of silver to redeem Miss Lan. From then on, she will be yours alone!" The young man raised his head and looked at Lei Ying.

He felt a dryness in his throat again. He had indeed learned a lot these past few days; at least he knew that a man's throat would feel strangely parched when he thought of women and money.

He stammered, "I...I can earn that much money?" Lei Ying said, "Yes, as long as you listen to me and do as I say." The young man was stunned for a moment before asking, "You...what will you ask me to do?" Lei Ying's answer was too simple, too simple to be more than two words: "Kill!" The young man shuddered and closed his eyes. Now he understood. When he first heard Lei Ying say he would kill for money, he truly didn't understand, and he thought he would never understand.

But now he understood; he understood that killing for money was a natural thing to do! He slowly opened his eyes again and said, "Who do you want me to kill? How much silver will I get?" Lei Ying's face turned very serious in an instant. He strode forward and the young man followed closely behind him.

"For every person you kill, I can give you ten thousand taels of silver." The young man panted and whispered, "I want to kill eight people!" Lei Ying ignored the young man's words and said to himself, "But I will not give silver to someone whose name I don't even know. Tell me your name and background!" The young man opened his mouth. Finally, he uttered a sound, saying, "My surname is Zhou, and my name is Zhou Jian." Lei Ying frowned. The young man had a strange name, but he didn't doubt it. He asked again, "Zhou Jian, where are you from?" Zhou Jian's lips twitched a few more times before he said, "I'm from Hebei, from Longyun Manor." Lei Ying was suddenly startled and exclaimed, "Longyun Manor? Then who was the first person you killed?" Zhou Jian lowered his head, and the pained expression reappeared on his face. His facial muscles twitched as he said, "It was the Lord of Longyun Manor." Lei Ying took a deep breath. The Lord of Longyun Manor had died suddenly and mysteriously a month ago. The death of the Lord of Longyun Manor, whose martial arts were so high, was so bizarre that it caused quite a stir in the martial arts world. Many people even suspected that Lei Ying was behind it.

Lei Ying didn't doubt the young man's words; he was just puzzled. He said, "Master Long's martial arts are extremely high. You... killed him? How did you do it?" Zhou Jian kept his head down and said, "When I attacked, he was completely off guard. When someone is off guard, all martial arts skills are useless!" Hearing Zhou Jian say that, Lei Ying felt a chill involuntarily and took two steps back.

The two killers, one old and one young, stared at each other, their thoughts shifting rapidly in an instant. They both wanted to understand each other's intentions, but they were both extremely intelligent. They didn't believe that one person could fully understand another's mind. And when they realized that the other was trying to figure out their own thoughts, they both laughed.

Lei Ying smiled and said, "So, are you going or not? As long as you kill eight people, Xinlan is yours." Zhou Jian's smile suddenly disappeared. He stood there, seemingly pondering a very important question. After a long while, he finally uttered three words: "How long?" "That's hard to say. At best, ten or eight days; at worst, half a year or a year!" Zhou Jian took a deep breath and said, "I can't wait. Lend me 100,000 taels of silver first, and I'll definitely kill ten people for you!" "If you want me to give you 100,000 taels of silver first, you have to kill twelve people for me!" Zhou Jian immediately said, "Okay, give me the silver notes." Lei Ying turned around and walked away, with Tong Jian following behind him. Before long, they had passed through the alley behind the Jade Fragrance Courtyard and entered the street.

Zhou Jian followed Lei Ying into a bank, a well-established and prestigious establishment. Ordinary people probably wouldn't even dare to step into such a place. The lobby was gloomy, the furniture made of heavy purple willow wood. Lei Ying and Zhou Jian received the best treatment upon entering. Zhou

Jian closed his eyes. Before this, he had killed people, each time trying to clear his name of his first crime and become an innocent man.

But now, he was going to kill for money!

Zhou Jian was originally a stable boy at the Long Family Manor. The Long Family Manor's Master Long was a renowned figure in the martial arts world, his manor teeming with experts. Master Long had twelve disciples, known in the martial arts world as the Twelve Little Dragons, each possessing unique skills.

The Long Family Manor's stables housed two to three hundred fine horses and employed over thirty stable boys; Zhou Jian was merely one of them.

Zhou Jian was diligent and quiet, and even the other grooms were unaware that he would sneak out to watch Master Long and the Twelve Little Dragons practice martial arts—his only restless trait.

He spent a long time digging a tunnel leading to a large tree next to the training ground. The tree trunk was hollowed out by borers, just enough to hide a person. Zhou Jian could stand upright in the trunk for an hour or two.

He had witnessed Master Long's martial arts and the Twelve Little Dragons' skills, but he had no opportunity to practice them. He simply memorized the moves he saw and the internal energy cultivation formulas taught by Master Long. He knew these formulas were very useful because he felt his steps becoming lighter and his movements more agile. What

truly brought about a major change in Zhou Jian's usually monotonous life was a moonlit night.

That night, lying on a pile of straw, Zhou Jian was awakened by the neighing of horses. He... He rolled over and stealthily crawled out, reaching a clump of grass behind the stable. Grabbing at the weeds, he pulled up a plank, beneath which were two dark, deep holes.

Like a snake, he slithered into the holes.

It didn't take long; after laboriously navigating the twisting, winding roots underground, he straightened up. He was now inside the worm-eaten trunk of the large tree!

He straightened up, took a breath, and peered out from the tree trunk.

Less than a foot away, he heard a voice! The voice couldn't be more than a foot away; it was practically leaning against the tree trunk!

Zhou Jian immediately understood—it was the voice of the third of the twelve disciples of the Dragon Manor Lord.

"Second Senior Brother, what do you think? Don't you have any plans at all?" "What plans? The old man will naturally hand over the position of sect leader to the eldest brother!" The third brother said in a sinister voice, "Second Senior Brother, if you don't come up with a solution, things will just stay the same. But you're older than the eldest brother, and you only call him the eldest senior brother because he entered the sect earlier. You, on the other hand, came with your own skills, and your martial arts are much stronger than his. I think—" "Third brother, you mean to call me… If people find out, it will be terrible!" The third brother laughed and said, "Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know, who else has ever known? The eldest brother will never be wary of us making a move against him. We can make our move in the next two days!" Zhou Jian's heart was pounding, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

He stood there, not daring to circulate his inner energy. He watched as the second and third brothers walked away, both of them with very strange expressions on their faces.

On the third day, news of the death of Wang Dazhang, the eldest disciple of the Dragon Manor Lord and the leader of the Twelve Little Dragons, spread throughout the entire Dragon Manor.

Wang Dazhang was murdered at the foot of a small hill seven miles outside the Dragon Manor; he may have been killed early in the morning, but his body wasn't discovered until noon.

The Dragon Manor Lord was furious and dispatched many people to hunt down the murderer. Zhou Jian watched as his second and third brothers, their faces filled with grief and indignation, rushed out of the manor.

While working, Zhou Jian's hands trembled uncontrollably, for he knew who had killed Wang Dazhang.

On the fifth day, Chen Diaofei, the second disciple of the Dragon Manor Lord, the second of the Twelve Little Dragons, with extremely rich experience in the martial world and already renowned before becoming his disciple, was also assassinated!

The entire Dragon Manor was shaken even more. Zhou Jian watched as his third brother, his voice hoarse, shouted loudly and led a team out of the manor to find the murderer of Chen Diaofei.

While working, Zhou Jian's hands no longer trembled. He had enough proof to know that Chen Diaofei's death was the work of the third brother. With the eldest and second brothers gone, he, the third brother, was now the eldest.

On the sixth night, it was Zhou Jian's turn to stand guard. He sat in front of the stable, the light of a flickering lamp extremely dim in the darkness, but he could see a tall figure walking towards the stable. It was Master Long.

Zhou Jian immediately stood up. Master Long carried an extremely wide leather belt, from which twenty-four extremely sharp daggers were embedded. He could fire twenty daggers in quick succession with both hands—Master Long's signature skill.

Master Long placed the belt on the stable ladder and said in a deep voice, "Quickly prepare a fast horse for me!" Zhou Jian replied, "Yes!" But in that instant, he wanted to tell Master Long who had killed the eldest and second brothers.

He felt that if he spoke out, the Dragon Manor Lord would definitely look at him differently, and perhaps he wouldn't have to work so hard as a stable boy anymore.

So, after answering, he called out again, "Master Long!" But before he could finish, Master Long grumbled, "Quickly prepare the horses!" Zhou Jian hesitated, then hurriedly said, "Master Long, I—" This time, he only managed to utter one more "I," before Master Long abruptly raised his leg and stomped on Zhou Jian's crotch, shouting, "I told you to prepare the horses!" Master Long's kick sent him flying more than ten feet away, crashing heavily onto the haystack. He didn't feel any pain, but in that instant, the pain in his heart was indescribable; his face burned as if on fire.

He immediately understood that in Master Long's eyes, he was less than an animal!

Master Long would never kick his beloved horse like that, but he could kick him more than ten feet away.

Zhou Jian's heart pounded. He stood up, head bowed, not even bothering to brush the grass off his clothes, and walked to the stable. He led a horse out, approached the Dragon Manor Lord, and placed the saddle on its back. The Dragon Manor Lord casually pulled on the leather belt riddled with daggers and wrapped it around his waist.

In that instant, Zhou Jian's rage reached its peak. He suddenly reached into the belt, pulled a dagger, and immediately plunged it into the Dragon Manor Lord's heart!

Zhou Jian would never forget the Dragon Manor Lord's expression at that moment.

Zhou Jian saw his eyes wide open, his hands still tightly gripping the belt, a bizarre expression on his face. He seemed to want to laugh, but he couldn't.

Because Zhou Jian's dagger was embedded in his chest; he was practically dead the moment Zhou Jian struck.

Zhou Jian stood there stunned for a long time before finally pulling out the dagger. The Dragon Manor Lord's body lurched forward, collapsing onto his horse. His tall frame meant his upper body landed squarely on the horsehide.

Zhou Jian only hesitated for a moment before fleeing for his life. He leaped over the manor's fence and plunged into a deep ditch outside, soaking himself completely. He climbed out and continued running, not knowing how long he ran, until he collapsed, too weak to get up. His face was pressed to the ground, and he gasped for breath.

He lay there for an unknown amount of time before hearing a horse's neigh suddenly come from the ground. Zhou Jian looked up abruptly and saw that it was already dawn; the eastern sky was a pale white. At the same time, he saw a man on horseback approaching him. That man was also a groom from the Dragon Manor.

Brother Zhou's heart pounded. The man, pulling the horse, said, "Little Zhou, I never thought you had such guts!" Zhou's throat was dry, barely able to speak. He said, "You... what are you saying?" The man laughed and said, "Little Zhou, don't deny it. I saw it all. You plunged a knife into Master Long's heart!" The man then lowered his voice, saying, "Little Zhou, do you know? You and I made a fortune. I saw you run away like a ghost. I went over and touched Master Long's body, and felt a large..." "It's wrapped in gold. Probably a hundred taels! That bastard just worked in Longjiazhuang. Come on, Xiao Zhou, let me take you for a drink to calm your nerves!" Zhou Jian finally came to his senses and said, "You...you won't tell anyone?" The man laughed, "Of course! If I told anyone, would the gold still be safe? Come on, let's go to the town ahead!" The man said, leading his horse forward hurriedly. Zhou Jian followed behind him. He couldn't remember the details of what happened next, because at the time, his mind was too chaotic and he was too scared.

Thinking about how his dagger had pierced someone's chest, he felt a sense of absurdity. He felt that the man actually thought the killer would let someone who witnessed the killing live—how ridiculous!

When Zhou Jian killed the coachman, he thought he was being very secretive, but a burly man still saw him. Zhou Jian began tracking the burly man until seven days ago, but this time Lei Ying saw him.

Zhou Jian suddenly looked up. Lei Ying was already standing in front of him, holding a thick stack of silver notes, smiling at him.

Zhou Jian stood up and took the stack of silver notes from Lei Ying's hand. Although the stack was light, it felt unexpectedly heavy in his hand.

Zhou Jian held the stack of silver notes, and with his other hand, he gently stroked the notes. He felt as if he were touching the smooth, white breasts of a delicate, fragrant woman.

"I have a house in Dragon Horn Alley. It's small, but quite exquisite. I'll give it to you. But you have to go and do my errands first thing tomorrow morning!" Lei Ying said calmly.

Zhou Jian took a deep breath and said, "Yes!" He walked out of the bank. He didn't care where Lei Ying went. Unlike the previous times, this time, he didn't cautiously track down the person he wanted to kill. He knew Lei Ying wouldn't leave him.

Zhou Jian slammed the large stack of silver notes onto the marble table with a "thud." Those gathered around the table bulged their eyes.

Although Yu Xiang Courtyard was used to wealthy patrons spending lavishly, this was the first time someone had spent 100,000 taels of silver in one go.

He said in a dignified manner, "Where's Xinlan? Call her here. She'll come with me immediately. I already have a house in Dragon Horn Alley." His calls echoed inside, followed by the sounds of beautiful women. The curtain was lifted, and four or five girls, surrounding Xinlan, came before Zhou Jian.

Xinlan's cheeks were flushed. Upon seeing her, Zhou Jian immediately took a step forward, but in that instant, he stopped!

He saw a girl behind Xinlan.

That girl was taller than Xinlan. Xinlan's skin was already quite fair, but this girl was even fairer, so fair it seemed like juice could be squeezed from it, so fair it was almost transparent.

The girl was slimmer than Xinlan, and her slanted phoenix eyes were even more captivating. Her thin gauze dress revealed the slight rise and fall of her breasts. When Zhou Jian looked at her, she lowered her head slightly, but her alluring eyes sent shivers down his spine.

In that instant, the blush on Xinlan's face faded, for she realized Zhou Jian's gaze wasn't on her face.

Zhou Jian pulled out a banknote from his purse, placed it on the table, and pointed directly at the tall, slender girl with the alluring eyes, saying,

"She... I want to be with her for seven days. Serve me well!" He tucked the rest of the banknotes into his pocket. Zhou Jian walked forward, and as he passed Xinlan, he didn't even glance at her again, but instead embraced the girl's slender waist—so delicate, so supple—and he entered a state of blissful intoxication!

This time, he was no longer the uncouth man he had been when he first entered "Jade Fragrance Courtyard." He was welcomed into the room by the girl, and immediately, with an air of nonchalance, he cupped her chin and asked,

"What's your name?" "Qiao'er!" she replied with a charming smile.

"Qiao'er, ha, ha, ha, Qiao'er, how did you manage to maintain such fair skin?" Qiao'er didn't answer. Zhou Jian picked her up and carried her to the bed, calmly unbuttoning her gossamer-like gauze dress. Qiao'er's snow-white, delicate body shone brightly under the lamplight, and Zhou Jian's breathing immediately became heavy.

"Your breasts are even more beautiful than Xinlan's, and whiter too," he said, burying his head in her chest and gently biting her nipple with his teeth, while his middle finger was already inserted into her vulva. Qiao'er flinched nervously, crying out,

"Ouch...don't bite...it hurts!" "Who told you to dodge!" "I can't stand the tickling!" Qiao'er said coquettishly. "Okay, don't be nervous, I won't hurt you!" Zhou Jian said [full text], starting to relax his strength, but still continuing to suck.

"Ah...ouch..." Qiao'er felt numb all over her body, her two thighs gradually separated, and Zhou Jian took the opportunity to pull out his hand that was inserted into her vagina, and gently pinched her small clitoris with two fingers, rubbing it lightly, while sucking on her nipple with his mouth.

"Ah..." Qiao'er trembled all over, no longer struggling.

Zhou Jian's fingers continued to caress her breasts, then teased her clitoris and labia, causing her to wriggle her hips from time to time.

The fingers moving near her vulva felt increasingly wet, the sticky fluid constantly increasing. Zhou Jian then inserted his index and middle fingers into her vagina, thrusting in and out a few times, then teasing the cervix on the vaginal walls.

"Ah...oh...you..." Zhou Jian knew the time was ripe, and immediately withdrew his unused left hand, taking off his clothes one by one and throwing them on the ground, soon becoming completely naked.

Qiao'er's vaginal fluid flowed continuously, making Zhou Jian's teasing inside her vagina produce a "splat! splat" sound. "Qiao'er, do you feel good?" "Ah...you're so bad...hum..." Qiao'er hummed, her legs gradually bending, raising her vulva high, thrusting up and down with the movement of his fingers.

Zhou Jian suddenly withdrew his fingers from her vulva, pulled his body back, and buried his head between her wide-open legs. He then began licking her vulva.

Although he had tried this with Xiao Lan a few days ago, he was just starting out then, and his skills were not as refined as they were now.

Qiao'er could not withstand this almost frenzied teasing. She trembled with itchiness, and her juices flowed like a pillar. She cried out in extreme tension,

"Ah...oh...please stop...don't kiss me...I can't...can't...take it...oh...oh...good brother...I...I really...really can't...take it...anymore..." Hearing Qiao'er's pleas only fueled Zhou Jian's lust. Instead of stopping, he intensified his efforts, sucking desperately on her clitoris and labia majora with the tip of his tongue, and then inserting his tongue into her vulva to lick and tease.

"Ah...stop licking...stop...oh...ouch..." After a while, Qiao'er's buttocks began to tremble again. She lifted her buttocks repeatedly, thrusting them towards his mouth with increasing vigor.

"Ah...hum...that place...it's so itchy...it's so itchy...bite...or...don't...stop licking...ah...quick...quick...stop...come on...hum...no..." It was clear that her words were exactly the opposite of her body movements. Her legs spread wider, her buttocks lifted higher, and she twisted even faster.

Zhou Jian worked even harder, gently biting her clitoris with his teeth.

"Bite...ouch...oh my god..." Qiao'er was going crazy. She hooked her thighs around his neck, thrusting her buttocks upwards rapidly, her teeth chattering, and intermittent groans coming from her nose.

Zhou Jian bit and sucked desperately, making his nose and mouth covered with sticky, gooey vaginal fluid.

"Ah...stop it...hum...oh...stop it...oh..." While telling Zhou Jian to stop, she actually moved even more frantically, finally using both hands to force his head in, compelling Zhou Jian's lips to kiss her vulva even tighter. She cried out loudly, "Ah...I...I'm going to come...faster...faster...harder...bite...bite...my...clitoris...yes...ah...yes, harder...harder...harder...ah...I'm...coming..." She forcefully propped herself up high, lifting Zhou Jian's head as well. Suddenly, she released all her strength, and Zhou Jian collapsed onto the bed, his hot, sticky vaginal fluid spilling into his mouth, which he swallowed whole.

"Hey...you're so naughty! You only feel satisfied when you've made me feel like I'm dying!" After a while, Qiao'er gave him a loving look and called out softly.

"Hehe! I don't think so!" Zhou Jian chuckled.

"Ugh! Ugh!" Qiao'er blushed and scolded shyly.

"If you hate it, then why did you keep pressing my head down like that?" "Oh! I'm ignoring you, you're so mean!" But Zhou Jian, burning with desire, couldn't stay still. He ignored Qiao'er's coquettishness and continued to tease her with his hands and feet.

This made Qiao'er giggle and roll around on the bed. Sometimes, Zhou Jian's hot penis, like an iron rod, would press against her delicate body, giving her a strange sense of comfort and stimulation.

Before long, her giggles gradually turned into soft hums, and her movements of dodging decreased to a minimum.

"Hey? You're such a nuisance, let me rest for a bit!" "Don't make me anxious, okay? We can rest together after [the whole thing], okay?" "Hey! You're really taking it!" "Haha! Even if you can't take it, you have to bear it, or don't blame me for finding another girl!" "Pah! You dare!" she said, giving him a fierce glare, then tenderly grasping Zhou Jian's penis and gently stroking it.

Zhou Jian let out a sigh of relief, his fingers constantly rubbing Qiao'er's nipples.

The slightly throbbing penis made her extremely happy, and she lovingly bent over, blinking her eyes, watching for a while, before finally putting it into her mouth and gently sucking on it.

Zhou Jian could no longer restrain himself. He quickly sat up, pushed her onto the bed, and straddled her. Qiao'er immediately spread her legs, her vulva thrusting upwards. Zhou Jian's waist suddenly arched, and with a "whoosh!" sound, his penis was already more than halfway inside.

"Ouch! Be gentle! You're such a lecher!" Zhou Jian ignored her pain and kept thrusting downwards, causing Qiao'er to furrow her brows and pant,

"Hey! Hey! Slow down, slow down! It hurts so much!" By this time, Qiao'er's vulva was already overflowing with lustful fluids, and Zhou Jian's penis was covered in saliva from her kisses, making it feel both tight and slippery during thrusts. In just a few strokes, his entire penis was completely submerged inside her.

Qiao'er gritted her teeth and moved her hips to meet his thrusts.

After a while, Qiao'er's writhing movements quickened with Zhou Jian's thrusts, her voice trembling as she said, "Ah...good...so itchy...to the left...ah...yes...oh...hum...ah...good...so comfortable...it's so, so good...ah...good brother...so good...to the right...to the right...yes...yes...oh...so good..." Suddenly, like a dying person making a final struggle, she desperately arched, swayed, and twisted, her cries growing louder.

"Oh, oh...faster, faster...I'm coming...I, I...oh, oh...I'm going to lose it...I...it's so beautiful..." Qiao'er's body trembled, her uterus contracted rapidly, and a gush of hot vaginal fluid leaked onto Zhou Jian's glans, then was drawn out of her vagina with each thrust, the sticky fluid flowing onto the bed.

She lay weakly on the bed, but Zhou Jian seemed full of energy, thrusting left and right, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

After seven days of continuous training with Xinlan, coupled with his already exceptionally strong physique, Zhou Jian was exceptionally stamina-enduring.

Qiao'er, at this moment, was neither able to give up nor able to reciprocate, so she could only grit her teeth and patiently endure. They thrust in and out for an unknown amount of time, Qiao'er having already climaxed once, yet he remained erect, refusing to stop

. "Good brother... I really... really can't... can't take it anymore... ah... you, you stop... stop." Seeing that she was too weak to continue, Zhou Jian felt a pang of pity. Besides, this was a girl he had already booked, so there was no need to rush. He comforted her, saying,

"Alright, alright! Let's rest for a while before continuing. I'm hungry, have someone bring some food, oh, and the best wine." Zhou Jian lovingly stroked her smooth back, murmuring,

"Qiao'er, you are more beautiful than Xinlan, I, I like..." She leaned against him, her body soft and boneless, lowering her head with deep affection.

Lei Ying did not reappear at Yuxiang Courtyard until the morning of the fourth day.

When he pushed open the door, Zhou Jian was pressing his face against Qiao'er's lower abdomen. Qiao'er was feeding him cherries one by one.

Startled by Lei Ying's sudden appearance, Qiao'er exclaimed "Eh!" and quickly pushed Zhou Jian away, pulling a gauze blanket over herself. However, one of her long, slender legs remained exposed, exuding irresistible allure.

Zhou Jian stood up. Lei Ying remained standing in the doorway. He looked at Zhou Jian, then at Qiao'er on the bed, a puzzled expression on his face. He asked,

"Why didn't you move to the house in Dragon Horn Alley? And… why isn't this the previous one…?" Zhou Jian chuckled, "Ha! Ha!" and said, "Master Lei, I've changed my mind. There are too many beautiful girls here." Lei Ying slowly inhaled. He couldn't tell if he was happy or horrified. He was happy that now that Zhou Jian understood this, 100,000 taels of silver wouldn't be enough for him. And as long as he needed silver, he would have to keep killing for him, forever.

What shocked Lei Ying was that Zhou Jian understood too quickly. Who could predict his next move?

He remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Come out. Let us get on with our important business!" Zhou Jian and Lei Ying went to the outer room. Lei Ying handed Zhou Jian a folded piece of paper, saying, "This is a rough sketch of a large courtyard. The person you're going to kill lives in this house and rarely shows himself. He has a black mark on his face, and he's a large man, half a head taller than you." Zhou Jian asked, "What's his name?" Lei Ying laughed and said, "What does his name matter? Are you going to kill him based on his name?" Zhou Jian didn't laugh; his face was tense. He was very nervous, but he knew that no matter what, he had to kill that person because he couldn't live without money. After such a life of luxury, could he really afford to wander the streets in tattered clothes, getting soaked in the rain?

Lei Ying looked at him, then suddenly sighed, gently patted Zhou Jian's shoulder, and said, "I think I should go with you!" Zhou Jian asked indifferently, "Why?" "That man's martial arts are very high, and his subordinates are also highly skilled!" At this moment, Zhou Jian suddenly laughed and said, "That's great! If I can kill him, my merit will be complete. If I can't kill him, I certainly won't be able to come back alive, so you don't need to worry!" Lei Ying seemed to be stung by a poisoned needle, and his voice involuntarily rose. He asked, "What am I worried about?" Zhou Jian had already turned around and said, "You're worried that I'll kill you one day!" Lei Ying couldn't help but smile bitterly. He already felt that he was playing with a fire, and this fire would definitely burn brighter and brighter, and one day it might burn the one playing with the fire himself.

Zhou Jian took four or five steps forward before stopping and said, "I'll leave first thing tomorrow morning. These things can't be rushed; it might take ten days to half a month to see results." "That's alright. After you've finished, come back here, and I'll meet you here." At dawn, Zhou Jian rode his horse away from Yuxiang Courtyard.

After riding for about ten feet, he looked back; the buildings of Yuxiang Courtyard appeared somewhat hazy in the morning mist.

Zhou Jian continued riding forward. When he passed through a small town, he abandoned his horse and changed his clothes. He seemed no different from before, still a poor, wandering young man. However, if you looked closely at his eyes, you would know that he was different!

His eyes shone with a greedy light, like that of a hungry wolf!

He walked forward, the sun blazing. He was soaked to the bone, his tattered clothes clinging to his body. By evening, he came to a thicket, lay down, and looked at a high wall ahead. It was a castle without gates; entry and exit required leaping over high walls.

Zhou Jian didn't know how to proceed, but he knew that if he waited patiently, his opportunity would come.

Darkness fell, and swarms of mosquitoes buzzed around him, but Zhou Jian remained motionless, as if he weren't a person at all, but merely a large rock under a tree.

Suddenly, the sound of hooves approached, and Zhou Jian saw two lights and a carriage speeding towards him. He moved closer, stepping onto the path.

He already held the dagger in his hand. He saw that the driver was a strong, muscular man. There were no other houses in the area; the man must be heading to one of them. This might be the opportunity he was waiting for.

Sure enough, the carriage stopped by the wall, and a dog barked from inside.

The driver alighted and went to open the door. He carried Zhou Jian on his back, and Zhou Jian, like a cat, crept up behind him.

The man opened the carriage and pulled out a long, narrow bundle. Zhou Jian immediately saw that inside the gauze blanket was a person—a woman!

The woman's long hair fell from one end of the blanket. The man carried the woman on his shoulder and walked towards the wall. Zhou Jian's Seven Heads had already pierced the man's waist and abdomen!

The man's body fell backward. Zhou Jian reached out and first caught the woman, then grabbed the man's head.

The man's body twisted violently, and Zhou Jian's fingers tightened. He heard the woman in the blanket moan, and at the same time, he heard someone shout from inside the wall, "Zhu Lao Er, hurry up and come in! The old man can't wait any longer!" Zhou Jian released his grip, quickly dragged the man's body away, then carried the woman, pulled the carriage over, and used the carriage as a stepping stone to climb over the wall.

As soon as he climbed over the wall, he saw a large open space inside, with five or six men, each holding a dog bigger than a horse on a leash. The dogs were barking terrifyingly, their teeth gleaming white in the darkness.

When he landed, the six or seven large dogs barked even more fiercely. If the men hadn't been holding the leashes tightly, the dogs would have pounced on him.

The men, while holding the dogs back, shouted, "You beasts, do you want to die? You've scared the old man's waiting beauty, and we'll all kill you!" Zhou Jian took a breath and strode forward. He was grateful for his luck; he had brought a woman in, and those men assumed the dogs were barking at the person Zhu Lao Er had brought, never suspecting they were barking at him!

Zhou Jian hurried forward, the sky darkening. He looked down until he reached a house.

The area in front of the house was pitch black, but two burly men could be seen guarding it. As soon as Zhou Jian stepped onto the stone steps, one of the men turned and knocked on the door. The door was immediately opened, and a middle-aged woman called from inside, "Come with me!" Zhou Jian mumbled a response. He found himself walking down a long corridor. At the end of the corridor was a door. The woman led Zhou Jian to that door, knocked, and said,

"Master, Zhu Lao Er is back!" A deep voice immediately rang out from inside, "Come in!" The middle-aged woman pushed open the door. The corridor, which had been completely dark, suddenly let in a strong beam of light.

He heard the door close behind him. The light inside was too intense. Zhou Jian stood still, only to hear the deep voice shout again, "Put the person down and get out!" Zhou Jian squinted, and by then he could make out the person in the room.

The man was a head taller than him, with a burly build, a bare upper body, bulging muscles, and a black mark on his face.

That was the person he was to kill!

Zhou Jian lowered his head slightly, and with a sideways movement, he unloaded the woman he had been carrying on his shoulder.

When the woman rolled out from under the veil, she was completely naked. Her long, black hair cascaded over her smooth, glistening body. In that instant, Zhou Jian saw the person before him, his eyes fixed on the naked woman on the ground.

This was the perfect opportunity for Zhou Jian to strike, and Zhou Jian never let any opportunity slip by. He understood all too well that if he missed this golden chance, the price he would pay would be his own death!

His wrist flicked suddenly, and the dagger in his hand shot forward. Under the bright light, the dagger's gleam flashed only briefly before disappearing from sight, for in that instant, the entire dagger had plunged into the man's chest. The man's head jerked back, the dagger deeply embedded in his chest. Zhou Jian's hand still gripped the hilt of the dagger. He looked at Zhou Jian, and Zhou Jian looked back at him.

Instantly, blood gushed from the man's nostrils and then from the corners of his mouth. When the man opened his mouth, his voice was muffled by the blood, and he said, "Why...why did you kill me?" Zhou Jian's voice was low as he replied, "For the money." The man's mouth twitched, his face contorted violently before going limp.

Zhou Jian shoved the man, sending him sprawling onto the embroidered cushion. Only then did he begin to examine the room.

It was an extremely lavishly furnished room, surpassing even the rooms in the Jade Fragrance Courtyard. As soon as Zhou Jian looked up, he saw a shelf filled with all sorts of rare and precious treasures.

Zhou Jian strode forward, biting his dagger, grabbing the treasures with both hands and stuffing them into his robes until they were bulging and could hold no more. He opened several cabinets and finally found what he was looking for...in a gilded box, he found a chest of silver notes.

At this moment, he grabbed the silver notes, glanced at them briefly, and his heart pounded wildly. He probably already possessed more silver than Liu San! It

was quiet outside; how should he get out?

He first pushed the door open a crack, then took out a pearl pagoda from his robes and clutched it tightly. The corridor outside was deserted. He had carefully memorized the layout when he entered, so he walked straight out of the corridor. When he arrived at a moon gate, two men stood guard inside. Zhou Jian's heart pounded again.

Outside was a garden, and the intermittent barking of dogs could be heard from within. The two men guarding the moon gate turned to look at Zhou Jian. Zhou Jian's face turned slightly pale, but he still walked forward. He actually walked through the moon gate, and the two men didn't utter a sound!

Zhou Jian could hardly believe his luck. Just as he was about to quicken his pace, the two men behind him shouted in unison, "Hey, what kind of people are you? Where did you come from?" He sprinted forward, and the two men behind him continued their shouts. In the garden, four or five more people were closing in, and from the sound of their footsteps, Zhou Jian knew that those chasing him were faster than him and were already close! Zhou Jian grabbed the pearls, suddenly lifted them, and tossed them backward, continuing to run forward.

As he tossed his hand backward, at least twenty or thirty pearls, each the size of a dragon ball, flew out. The two men behind him gasped in surprise. Zhou Jian ran forward recklessly, waving his hand again, the pearls gleaming in the darkness as they flew ahead.

The men surrounding him were extremely skilled. As the pearls flew towards them, two or three men caught them with a flick of their wrists. When they caught the pearls, they involuntarily let out a shout and naturally stopped in their tracks.

Zhou Jian sprinted forward with all his might, reaching the wall. He forcefully threw the gilded box over the wall, then grabbed a crack and began to climb.

Two wolfhounds pounced, biting at Zhou Jian's trouser leg. He struggled to climb, tearing his trousers, and the two dogs fell to the ground, barking wildly. Zhou Jian's

climb was so frantic, almost every muscle in his body was straining, clinging tightly to the wall, that the precious treasures he had hidden in his arms fell to the ground.

When he finally scaled the wall, leaped down, retrieved the gilded box, and ran forward, disappearing into the darkness, he realized he only had one thing left in his arms.

He ran without stopping until all human voices and dog barks faded away, then collapsed to the ground, clutching the box tightly, panting heavily. He had run so violently that after he collapsed, his heart pounded as if it would bounce him off the ground.

Around noon, he returned to the small town, and by evening, he entered Kaifeng. He changed his clothes at an inn, carefully rolled up all the silver notes in the lacquer box, and hid them in a wide belt. Then, he swaggered into the Jade Fragrance Courtyard.

As soon as he entered, he saw Lei Ying sitting in the hall, embracing two women, thoroughly enjoying himself. Lei Ying immediately stood up when he saw him.

From Zhou Jian's expression, Lei Ying could tell at a glance that Zhou Jian had already killed the person he was supposed to kill!

Lei Ying frowned, waved his hand, and everyone in the hall retreated. Lei Ying said in a deep voice, "What happened?" Zhou Jian coldly replied, "That man is already dead. Why do you need to know what happened?" "Good! Good! Good!" Lei Ying said "good" three times in a row. To be honest, even someone as cunning and experienced as him, who made a living by killing, didn't know what to say.

Zhou Jian smiled and said, "The man I killed seemed to be a very wealthy man. His room was filled with many beautiful things. I just grabbed one. Take a look, is it valuable?" As Zhou Jian spoke, he took out a jade lion that looked like a bright green from his pocket.

When Zhou Jian took out the jade lion and placed it on the table, Lei Ying's eyes widened!

"What? Is it valuable?" Zhou Jian squinted and stared at Lei Ying, asking, "How much is it worth?" Lei Ying also looked at Zhou Jian, and then slowly he held up two fingers.

Zhou Jian tentatively asked, "Twenty thousand taels of silver?" Lei Ying's heart pounded wildly. He had no idea that Zhou Jian didn't know the true value of the jade lion. He held up about two fingers, meaning two hundred thousand taels, which he could easily resell for at least four hundred thousand! But Zhou Jian said, "Twenty thousand!" Lei Ying's heart pounded as he asked, "Alright, do you want silver notes now, or..." Zhou Jian pushed the jade lion towards Lei Ying, saying, "I want it now!" Lei Ying's hands were trembling. He immediately pulled out two silver notes, placed them on the table, grabbed the jade lion, and turned to leave. When he reached the door, he turned back and said,

"Okay, I have something to do. I'll come here to find you. If you want to find me, you can go to the bank I took you to and ask around." He walked out the door and shouted, "Hurry up and serve the guests! Pick out the best women for him!" In an instant, dozens of people rushed in and surrounded Zhou Jian.

Zhou Jian sat there with an air of nonchalance. The madam pushed a timid, head-down girl in front of him. Zhou Jian reached out; the girl's hand was icy cold and trembling slightly.

He smiled, and the madam, standing beside him, grinned widely. She was even more pleased, and the girl trembled even more violently.

Zhou Jian [the whole text] acted like a seasoned expert, using one finger to press against the girl's chin and lift her head. The girl's eyes were closed, but her eyelids were twitching, her long eyelashes trembling, and within them seemed to be tears.

Zhou Jian laughed incessantly, saying, "Good! Good!" As he spoke, he pushed forward the approximately 20,000 silver notes Lei Yingcai had given him, saying, "I also want the best food. Prepare water for me; I want to bathe." The madam took the silver notes, and with each of Zhou Jian's orders, a large group of people responded. Zhou Jian stood up, feeling almost lightheaded, his right hand still holding the girl's hand.

As soon as he stood up, the madam called out, and two maids immediately led the way. The girl lowered her head even further, while Zhou Jian's laughter grew louder.

A pair of red candles, an exquisitely beautiful room, a girl as beautiful as white jade—Zhou Jian felt that even as emperor, he couldn't have achieved anything like this!

Zhou Jian strode triumphantly, humming an off-key song with a beaming smile. He embraced the trembling girl and whispered in her ear,

"Don't be afraid. I'm so happy to be with you. Are you still a virgin?" "Yes!" The girl nodded.

"Tell me, what's your name?" "Xiao Jiao," she whispered. "It's a new name the mother here gave me." "Xiao Jiao, oh, I'll cherish you. Now I want you to take off all your clothes. I've never really appreciated a real virgin before!" Xiao Jiao blushed, slowly stripped naked, then touched her breast with one hand and covered her genitals with the other, turned her head away, and lay down. Zhou Jian silently moved his hands away.

Her body was fair and clean, her breasts small but firm, her abdomen smooth, her navel deep, her pubic hair clustered together, and her vulva tightly closed into a slit, looking somewhat pink.

Zhou Jian swallowed hard. His erection was already standing tall.

He picked her up, embracing and stroking her as if cherishing a child, and the two naked, hot bodies immediately felt a surge of pleasure! "Ugh... I, I..." Xiao Jiao trembled all over, but didn't know what to say.

Zhou Jian laid her flat on the bed, ready to explore this virgin territory. He pushed his hard penis into her jade gate. Xiao Jiao immediately squeezed her legs together and cried out,

"Ah...it hurts...it hurts..." He tried several times, but she pushed him away each time.

At this moment, Zhou Jian was burning with lust, his eyes bloodshot. How could he give up? But Xiao Jiao was truly inexperienced and difficult to penetrate. So he smeared some saliva on her clitoris and said, pretending to be kind,

"This is fine, I'll just rub it here slowly." Zhou Jian said [full text], and used the head of his penis to rub and rotate on that small red stone.

Gradually, Xiao Jiao's body relaxed. She closed her eyes and was already experiencing some pleasure. Her vulva was already leaking fluid.

Zhou Jian was overjoyed. Taking advantage of her inattention, he suddenly thrust his penis downwards, finally sliding a small section through.

"Ah...no, no...wait...ah...it hurts, it hurts...ah...no, ah..." Xiao Jiao began to resist again, pushing hard against Zhou Jian's shoulders with both hands, her white buttocks shifting as she tried to break free.

Zhou Jian, however, did not loosen his grip at all. Xiao Jiao's face turned red with anxiety, her teeth clenched. He hardened his heart and thrust forward a little more.

"No...no...ah...ah, it hurts so much...; waah, waah...it hurts so much...ah...please, ah...waah..." Xiao Jiao couldn't bear it anymore and finally cried out.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Zhou Jian felt no pity, but instead felt a strange sense of conquest and superiority rising within him. He smirked twice, then thrust his hips forward with a sudden burst of strength, and actually plunged straight in!

"Ouch...ah, ah..." Xiao Jiao cried out twice, then her eyes rolled back, her lips turned purple, and she had already fainted.

Zhou Jian was in the middle of his arousal and couldn't possibly stop. He checked Xiao Jiao's breathing, knowing it was just a temporary shock, so he lifted her slender thighs and began thrusting in and out with a "plop, plop" sound.

After more than ten minutes, Xiao Jiao opened her eyes and woke up. She said softly,

"Ah, ah... please, please be gentle... it hurts so much." Zhou Jian smiled, slowly pulled the hard thing out, and then slowly inserted it again, each time pushing it all the way in. He continued thrusting like this for another ten or twenty minutes. Xiao Jiao no longer seemed to be in pain as before; instead, a slight look of ecstasy appeared in her eyes. She softly hummed

, "Ah...ah...mmm...mmm." Zhou Jian felt that her jade gate was now lubricated enough for free entry and exit. So, he supported himself on the bed with both hands, his waist thrusting up and down, making Xiao Jiao cry out,

"Ouch, ouch...ouch...I can't...ouch...like this...ouch, it hurts...ouch, be gentle...I, I'm in so much pain...no, no..." Just as Zhou Jian was feeling extremely comfortable, he completely ignored her pleas, gathered his strength, and thrust wildly, finally ejaculating. He panted heavily.

Xiao Jiao's shoulders were clenched; she felt his hard thing almost reaching her heart, and it was trembling slightly.

Zhou Jian pulled out his gradually shrinking penis, looked down, and saw sticky blood on the glans. He lay down, smiling contentedly.

Xiao Jiao hugged her knees by the bedside, sobbing softly.

Zhou Jian stayed in Yuxiang Courtyard for a full half month before Lei Ying reappeared.

Lei Ying could tell at a glance that Zhou Jian had become a different person, both clever and opportunistic.

Lei Ying couldn't help but ask himself: if Zhou Jian had been like this when they first met, would he have cooperated with him in committing murder?

He had originally intended to use Zhou Jian to kill for him. However, at this moment, he dared not even think of the word "use," and the idea of cooperation naturally came to mind.

Lei Ying stared at Zhou Jian, speechless for a long time. Zhou Jian, however, sat down opposite Lei Ying as if nothing had happened, with an air of indifference, and said, "Master Lei, it's been a long time!" Lei Ying took a breath and said, "We have something to do again!" Zhou Jian's heart skipped a beat.

"This time, we're leaving Kaifeng!" Lei Ying immediately added.

"Oh, where are we going?" "We'll go to Luoyang to rest first. Once we get there, someone will naturally come to meet us." Zhou Jian lowered his voice even further and asked, "Who are we going to kill this time?" Lei Ying shook his head and said, "I don't know yet, but no matter who we kill, you won't be afraid, will you?" Zhou Jian didn't answer, but instead... laughed loudly.

Amidst his laughter, Lei Ying said, "The carriage is ready, let's set off now." "Use my carriage, I've had one made, drawn by four fine horses. This carriage is faster and more handsome than yours!" Lei Ying was stunned for a moment, then said, "What's the use? You still have to drive for me?" Zhou Jian stretched, a half-smile on his face, and said, "Master Lei, you're mistaken. Why should I drive myself, exposed to the sun and rain? Just give me a little silver, and someone will drive for me!" Lei Ying smiled, stood up, and still looked at Zhou Jian, saying, "You're different from before!" Zhou Jian clapped his hands and shouted loudly, telling the maid to bring out his clothes. Upon hearing that Master Zhou was leaving, the entire Yuxiang Courtyard was in an uproar. When a strong coachman drove the square carriage away from Yuxiang Courtyard, at least fifty or sixty people lined up in front of the courtyard to see him off, hoping that Master Zhou would return.

They had no idea who Zhou Jian was, nor did they need to ask. Knowing that Zhou Jian was a lavish spender was enough for them to be obsequious.

At Lei Ying's command, the carriage stopped outside the Hongxing Inn in Luoyang.

The burly driver shouted and whipped the carriage to a halt. Zhou Jian pushed open the door, but before he could even step down, he heard a sweet, delicate voice say, "Senior brother, look at this carriage, how beautiful it is!" A surge of pride rose in Zhou Jian's heart. He immediately turned to look in the direction of the voice and saw a man and a woman standing in the other ebony carriage. The man was tall and imposing, a long sword hanging at his waist; the woman, dressed in a white gauze dress, was ethereal and graceful, gazing at Zhou Jian's carriage.

Just as Zhou Jian looked at her, their eyes met. Her bright, sparkling eyes darted around, revealing a shallow dimple.

Zhou Jian was instantly stunned!

Although there were many beauties in the Jade Fragrance Courtyard, none could compare to the girl before him. She was so beautiful, so alluring, so captivating!

Lei Ying then stepped out of the carriage. He gently nudged Zhou Jian from behind and said, "Let's go into the inn!" At that moment, a man and a woman beside the carriage also boarded. Zhou Jian was still somewhat distracted, watching Lei Ying walk forward while constantly looking back.

However, the girl never peeked out again.

After entering the Hongxing Inn, Lei Ying whispered, "Don't overthink it. That's the daughter of Zhu Wu, the great hero of Luoyang, the White Horse Golden Sword!" Zhou Jian's face flushed slightly. His blush wasn't from shyness, but from displeasure that Lei Ying had seen through his thoughts. He had too many secrets, and they were absolutely forbidden for Lei Ying to know!

After the attentive waiter left, Zhou Jian couldn't help but ask, "Who is that White Horse Golden Sword?" Lei Ying glanced at Zhou Jian and said, "He's a great martial arts master, even your former master, Master Long, can't compare to him!" Zhou Jian lay down on the bed. He and Lei Ying waited until it was dark when the waiter brought the food. After dinner, Zhou Jian called over some singers, who sang for half an hour before he lay down on the bed again and soon fell asleep.

He was awakened by a low murmur of conversation. When he sat up, he saw three masked men sitting across from Lei Ying at the table. Lei Ying was talking to them in hushed tones.

One of the masked men was saying, "White Horse Golden Sword Zhu Wu's fiftieth birthday is the day after tomorrow. We need him..." The man stopped abruptly when he saw Zhou Jian sit up.

Zhou Jian immediately said, "It's alright, he's my assistant!" The three masked men exchanged glances. One of them said, "We were just talking about Zhu Wu's fiftieth birthday, the day after tomorrow. We want him dead on that day!" Zhou Jian's heart pounded again upon hearing this. He knew what a powerful figure Zhu Wu was.

Lei Ying paused, then said, "I've never refused a business deal before, but this time, I'm truly sorry!" The three masked men hesitated. One of them lowered his voice and said, "Master Lei, why? Is it because Zhu Wu's martial arts are too high, and his reputation is too great?" Lei Ying sneered, "No matter how famous or skilled a person is, they will become my victims!" The three masked men said in unison, "Then why?" Lei Ying placed his hand on the table and said, "The time is only two days. Even if I can do it, you can't afford the price!" The three masked men said in unison again, "We can afford it!" Lei Ying glared at the three men's small eyes squinting against their fat faces, and... His voice, sharp as a bear's, gleamed with greed. He coldly said, "Don't speak too soon. Do you know how much I need?" He paused, took a deep breath, and then spoke slowly and deliberately, each word clenched between his teeth, looking quite menacing. The three masked men smiled bitterly and said, "Master Lei Ying wants 100,000 taels of gold!" The masked old man sighed and said, "What a high price!" As he spoke, he reached into his robes and took out a deerskin bag. He went to the table, opened the bag, and with a clatter, more than a dozen sparkling diamonds fell out, each one probably the size of a fingernail.

The masked old man counted nine diamonds, put the rest into a deerskin bag, and said, "Uncle Lei, you're a connoisseur, you'll naturally know these are national treasures of the Abbasid Caliphate. Such diamonds are extremely rare. I'll give you 250,000 taels of silver per diamond. You won't lose out, will you?" Lei Ying's voice almost changed as he repeatedly said, "No loss, no loss, it's settled then!" The masked old man said in a deep voice, "Remember, the day after tomorrow, we want Zhu Wu to die a violent death at the Shoutang Hall!" The three masked men, following the masked old man, darted out of the window and disappeared in a flash. Zhou Jian took a step forward, and Lei Ying stretched out his hands to cover the diamonds on the table, looking up at Zhou Jian.

Zhou Jian said, "So your income is that high. This time, naturally you'll be the one to pay." "Go, let's go together!" Zhou Jian laughed, "If we go together, how will we divide it?" Lei Ying's hands still wouldn't leave the table. He just gestured towards the sheepskin box and said, "This is all yours!" Zhou Jian laughed, "I guess I'm lucky to have met the God of Wealth." Lei Ying didn't say anything, just paced back and forth. He paced all night, while Zhou Jian just sat and watched him.

In the morning, Lei Ying nodded to Zhou Jian, and the two of them left the inn together and went to Xinghua Restaurant. Although it was still early, Xinghua Restaurant already had quite a few diners. Lei Ying and Zhou Jian walked in with an air of nonchalance.

The waiter came to greet them, and Lei Ying ordered the dishes, asking, "Does Bai Ma Jin Jian's daughter come here often?" The waiter laughed and said, "Master Bai Ma has over sixty cooks, but Miss Zhu loves coming here." "What does she like to eat?" the waiter asked. "There's a dish called Honey-Roasted Golden Carp Lips, a must-have at every meal. There aren't many golden carp from the Yellow River. We need to prepare ten every four days, and each one costs ten taels of silver!" Lei Ying flipped his hand and pulled out a large gold ingot, saying, "Today, we'll take all the golden carp from Xinghualou!" The waiter's mouth dropped open. He looked at Lei Ying, then at the gold ingot in Lei Ying's hand, and couldn't say a word. Lei Ying laughed, "Even if Miss Zhu gets angry, it's enough for you to buy dozens of acres of fertile land!" The shop assistant's hand trembled as he reached for the gold ingot, but then withdrew it, saying, "You have to bring all the golden carp. Miss Zhu has to be so engrossed in the honey-roasted golden carp that she won't want to look at them. Understand?" The shop assistant nodded repeatedly. Lei Ying tossed the gold ingot into his hand, which the shop assistant caught, and then turned and walked away. After a while, two men carried in a large wooden tub. The tub was full of lively golden carp. Zhou Jian whispered, "Master Lei, shall we start with Miss Zhu?" Lei Ying stared wide-eyed and nodded.

Lei Ying immediately added, "It's Zhu Wu's fiftieth birthday, there will be many guests, and the security will be tight. We can't just barge in without a reason. Once we get to know Miss Zhu, it will be much easier!" Zhou Jian's heart skipped a beat again. Lei Ying chuckled and said, "You're in luck!" After a while, the food and wine were served. The two were halfway through their drinks when they suddenly heard a commotion outside. First, there was a loud "bang," followed by a "clang," as if something had been smashed. Then, a woman shouted, "You scoundrel!" Although the woman's voice was full of anger and she was cursing, her beautiful voice was still very pleasant to hear.

Then, several people were explaining in hushed tones. Then, the woman asked again, "Where?" Zhou Jian and Lei Ying exchanged a glance. They heard footsteps approaching the curtain quickly. With a "whoosh," the curtain was lifted, and a beautiful woman with an angry face stood in front of the door.

At this moment, Zhou Jian's heart was pounding wildly. The person he had longed for all night had finally appeared!

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