【The allure of that fleeting moment】(3)

Chapter Three

. Spring was in full bloom in Baihua Valley.

"The madly drifting willow catkins go with the wind, the frivolous peach blossoms drift with the flowing water." A young woman in red

stood , lost in thought. Her face was beautiful, her skin like jade. Her eyes were filled with tears of longing. For four years, she

had waited by the pool every day, hoping that one day he would suddenly appear by her side as before. But

the falling flowers were willing, the flowing water was indifferent. Now, in the desolate valley, where was he

? She clearly remembered the day they first met. The Yellow Crane Tower was bustling with people; the Pai Gang

was holding . Recalling the past, waves of shame and joy surged in her heart.

Her name was He Yunfang, renowned throughout the martial arts world for her beauty. She and her sister He Yunfen were known as the Golden and Silver Twin Foxes.

In recent years, they had moved among various prestigious martial arts sects, and

countless .

That day, she accompanied Ling Feng, the eldest disciple of the Huashan Sect, and others to support the Pai Gang. Ling Feng, known as

one of the Four Young Masters of the martial arts world, was a charming and elegant man, and being from a prestigious family

, he was the object of many women's affections. His presence was solely due to the existing friendship between the Ling and Zhou families .

The Pai Gang leader, Zhou Yongsheng, was renowned in the martial arts world for his powerful Eagle Claw Kung Fu, representing the Northern School of the Eagle Claw Sect. However,

he had a long-standing feud with the Southern School. Zhou Yongsheng, now advanced in years, had experienced the vicissitudes of life in the martial arts world for decades.

After arranging his successor, he decided to retire from the martial arts world today.

Just then, a young man in white robes appeared silently at the celebration, his long robes whiter than snow, his bearing extraordinary.

She still remembered his thunderous strike, incredibly swift. Before Zhou Yongsheng

could , a large flower of blood bloomed on his chest, and his body fell heavily onto the red carpet.

He died without understanding why his end would be so tragic, not even having seen his opponent's face clearly.

The celebration had now become a battlefield, the young man enveloped in a flurry of swords and spears.

Several corpses lay in the hall, all fatally wounded in the chest. The young man charged left and right through the encirclement,

remaining composed despite sustaining several sword wounds.

At the height of the battle, he let out a long roar, lightly tapping his sword to create an opening, and charged out.

He Yunfang followed the others, even catching up to Liushui Dock. The young man stopped, turned back, and

smiled , a smile as radiant as the sun. Her face flushed slightly; only then did she realize that she

was facing the young man alone. The others, lacking the lightness skill, had been left far behind.

As she fell into the young man's warm embrace, she knew that she could never leave him for the rest of her life. He

possessed an irresistible magic. That day, he rode on top of her, indulging in wanton pleasure, letting the blood from her wounds

drip from her forehead and shoulders, like peach blossoms blooming on her bare chest.

Her body went limp, her vulva enduring the boy's relentless, surging thrusts, feeling waves of pleasure

rising and falling. Her voluptuous body swayed like a willow in a storm, her mouth so thirsty

, her cherry lips parted slightly, releasing a trickle of saliva. Her breasts, like jade rabbits, swayed rhythmically with each thrust

. When the passion subsided, she collapsed onto his broad, strong chest, feeling she had found

the dream home she had so longed for.

"Who are you?" she asked, expecting a perfect answer. Suddenly, a sharp

pain shot through her hair; he was grabbing her long, black hair. She saw his cold, piercing gaze

.

"Never ask who I am, understand? The day you know who I am will be the day our fate ends."

Tears streamed down her smooth, fair cheeks like rain, and she nodded gently. He pushed her away, leaving her

trembling in the desolate wind.

From then on, in Hundred Flowers Valley and Lotus Residence, she and he were inseparable, no longer concerning themselves with the affairs of the martial world. He would sometimes

be out at night and stay away for days at a time, and she would always prepare meals and sit alone on the Waiting-for-Husband Cliff, gazing at his returning

figure .

That day, she had just finished washing clothes at the Washing Silk Stream and was about to go back when a pair of strong arms embraced her from behind. She used

a "lazy man dressing" move to loosen her ties and turned around to see her former lover, the "wanderer" Tan Qing.

Her face immediately changed, and she snapped, "How did you know I was here? Show some respect!"

Tan Qing chuckled, "Good sister, I smelled your fragrance from afar. Long time no see, why are you being so distant with

your brother ? Come here, good sister, let's get intimate." He then moved closer.

She stumbled back several steps, shouting, "I'm not the He Yunfang of the past anymore, you'd better leave."

Tan Qing looked at her coldly and said, "What cat won't eat fish? Don't pretend to be so virtuous with me. Let

me see if my skills in bed have improved." He reached out with one hand, aiming straight for her chest

.

He Yunfang threw the clothes in her hand at Tan Qing with a powerful, swift motion.

Tan Qing dodged with a swift movement; "Shadow Shift" was his family's secret technique. But at that moment, he

suddenly felt a strong killing intent coming from behind him. Cold sweat broke out on his back. This killing intent enveloped

the surroundings, making him afraid to move.

The beautiful young woman before him, whose face had been as cold as ice, smiled radiantly, as if she had seen a relative. She

rushed forward. Suddenly, she stopped. She saw a cold face, a face filled with disgust and

contempt.

She cried out, "I don't know how he got here, really! You have to believe me." She hurriedly explained, "

Tell me quickly, how did you know this place?" At this moment, her gaze was fixed intently on Tan Qing,

her beautiful eyes filled with expectation and hope.

Tan Qing chuckled, "Didn't you teach me to come? Otherwise, how would I know such a hidden place?"

He noticed that she cared a lot about the person behind him, and he became extremely jealous.

He Yunfang's face was filled with despair. Her helpless eyes watched the familiar figure disappear into the distance

.

She angrily retorted, "Why did you lie? Why is my life so miserable?" She had thought she had finally found true love,

but happiness was so fleeting.

She sadly beckoned to Tan Qing, saying, "Come here, didn't you want to be intimate with me?" Tan Qing knew

her martial arts were inferior to his, and didn't care about her erratic behavior. When he took three steps closer to her, he suddenly felt his feet...

A sharp pain shot through him, as if his blood had frozen, and he could no longer move.

He heard her cold voice beside him: "This is what they call the 'Heaven and Earth Soul-Searching Needle,' how does it feel? Hahahaha

." Her laughter was tinged with madness, but mostly with loss and grievance. Then she collapsed to the ground,

tears streaming down her face

. When she awoke, the shadows of flowers swayed outside the window, and a long, mournful whistle swept through the pine forest. She was astonished

to see her beloved sitting beside her.

Although his handsome face was as stern as ever, she was still overwhelmed with happiness. He

touched her pale face and said, "You haven't eaten for three days and three nights. Come and have some soup. I

brought this from Wang's Tangyuan Shop in Qinglong Town." She trembled with excitement, unable to believe it was real or a dream.

Life returned to normal afterward, and she carefully attended to him. Life with him was perfect

and real ; she never wanted to lose him again.

That day, she felt a surge of life within her, and she stood happily on the cliff edge, waiting for his

return . She wanted to tell him that he was going to be a father, that she was carrying their child.

Even now, she remembers his expression then—doubt, unease, contempt, and indifference. He

gripped her chin with one hand, and a sharp pain made her feel as if she could hear her cheekbone snapping.

She heard him mutter, "A child? You have a child? Whose is it? A woman like you can have a child?"

A chill ran through her. In his eyes, she was no different from the

prostitutes —just another prostitute available to anyone.

As his fleeting figure disappeared from her sight, she screamed and coughed up a mouthful of

blood .

At that moment, the mountain wind was strong, and the hem of her thin skirt fluttered in the swirling yellow leaves by the Peach Blossom Pool.

A soft, light footstep approached from behind. She instantly brightened, turning to see a

woman . She held the hand of a child—her son, Nianlang—and the woman in yellow was her

elder sister, He Yunfen.

"Sister, it's been so many years! Why are you wearing red? You always preferred all white,"

He Yunfen asked curiously.

"Sister, he likes me in red. He says I look more beautiful in red," He Yunfen replied, her face filled with

happy reverie.

Suddenly, she cried out in anguish, "How did this sword end up with you? Where is he?" When she saw the willow-floss sword at her sister's waist

, her face paled—the last time they parted, he had asked her for her

protective soft sword, the 'Willow-Floss Sword.'

Remembering the saying, 'The sword is the man, the sword is lost, the man dies,' her face twitched, and her body swayed as if all her strength

had .

He Yunfen supported her swaying body and asked, "I was just about to ask you that. Who is he?

How end up in the body of Yu Xiangdong of the Beggars' Sect? He came to me because of this sword, did you know that?

" Yu Xiangdong, known as the Immortal Dragon, became the leader of the Beggars' Sect, dominating the world with his Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and Tiger-Taming Fist

. Unexpectedly, he died at her hands. A surge of pride welled up within her. "So, he's not dead! Then where is he?

Does he know I'm waiting for him here?"

Before her, the mountains and fields were ablaze with golden chrysanthemums in full bloom, but her heart had already soared to the distant, boundless

sky.

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