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【The Rebirth of Bian Bufu in the Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty】(Twenty-one Fatal Crisis) 

Ten large, five-toothed warships sailed the waves, each accompanied by five smaller, yellow-dragon warships. The magnificent
fleet departed from Jiangdu, heading towards Hainan Island.
The five-toothed warships were the mainstay of the Sui Dynasty, each capable of carrying 800 soldiers, while the yellow-dragon warships could carry over 100.
Bian
Bufeng and Kou Zhong led 10,000 elite troops and various support staff—a total of over 10,000 people—southward to
fulfill their agreement with the Song Dynasty in Lingnan: Kou Zhong would marry Princess Song Yuzhi.
Bian Bufeng and Kou Zhong were now the rulers of the largest power in the south, no longer ordinary martial artists
, and their actions were vastly different from the shameless pursuit of marriage depicted in the original story.
Inherited from the Sui army's main warships, and with their battle-hardened elite troops, the fleet exuded the overwhelming power of the Sui Dynasty sweeping across the south
.
Such military strength meant they feared no threat in the south.
Of course, this trip wasn't for war. Ten thousand soldiers—not too many, not too few—wouldn't arouse the sensitivity of the Song clan, nor would it
diminish the prestige of the Heavenly Mandate Kingdom. This delicate balance required considerable thought from Bian Bufeng.
Simultaneously, another twenty thousand soldiers were secretly marching, passing through Baling County, formerly the territory of Liang King Xiao Xian, and were already lying in ambush
not far from Cangwu County. They could attack Yulin County, where the Song clan resided, in just half a day.
This two-pronged preparation was certainly a precaution.
At this moment, the Heavenly Mandate Holy King Bian Bufeng stood on the deck, hands behind his back, letting the long wind flutter his
royal robes, exuding a regal air.
To his left and right stood Kou Zhong and Wanwan respectively. Kou Zhong was the protagonist of this Lingnan trip and naturally had to come,
while Wanwan was the only concubine Bian Bufeng had brought along.
On one hand, Wanwan, as one of the four consorts second only to the Empress, was of sufficient rank to accompany the delegation on the visit to the Song Dynasty.
However, the main reason was naturally that Bian Bufeng had just picked the girl's daisies and was quite fond of them, insisting on bringing his
somewhat inconvenient niece along.
Wanwan, on the other hand, was gradually adapting to her status as a concubine in the harem. Although she often acted somewhat reluctantly and
coyly, she was like a playful kitten, merely adding spice to their daily interactions and enhancing their intimate moments
.
Bian Bufeng watched the massive fleet break through the vast blue waves, countless soldiers ready to fight to the death at his command
, which made him, as a transmigrator, feel a slight sense of unreality.
But, at this point, why hadn't the nuns and monks of Cihang Jingzhai made a move yet? As long as
the Song clan allies with me, the entire South will be a unified force. Even if Xie Hui, the martial arts judge of Sichuan, is
a staunch follower of Fan Qinghui, the various noble families of Sichuan won't foolishly follow him to his death. It can be said that the South will definitely
achieve unification much faster than the North.
This is the situation the Li clan least wants to see. They are still entangled with Dou Jiande and Emperor Yang of Sui
. Even if they ultimately win, they will be severely weakened. How can they withstand the well-prepared and rested iron army of the South? Perhaps
, perhaps those nuns also know that my momentum in the South is unstoppable, so they don't want to waste their efforts? The intelligence
system hasn't reported any unusual movements from the Hu Cult. Perhaps I'm just overthinking it.
"Father, what are you thinking about?"
It was Kou Zhong, who was standing to the side, who spoke. He had now adapted to his identity as Bian Bufu's adopted son.
"It's nothing,"
Bian Bufeng shook his head slightly, then smiled and said, "The South China Sea Faction is quite pragmatic, actually taking the initiative to surrender
. That old scoundrel Huang Gongcuo isn't stupid after all."
Kou Zhong also laughed, "The South China Sea Faction and the Song Clan have a long-standing grudge, but because their main interests don't conflict too much,
the Song Clan hasn't suppressed them too much. Now that it's clear our interests align with the Song Clan's, the South China Sea Faction is naturally terrified.
Under the iron hooves of the Heavenly Army, the South China Sea Faction's pitiful assets will probably be reduced to dust in an instant. How could they dare not surrender?"
It turned out that the South China Sea Faction, located further south in Zhuyai County, had long ago sent ships to wait for Bian Bufeng's fleet, delivering
a letter of surrender, with their leader Mei Xun personally leading the way. Bian Bufeng was naturally happy to accept.
It took almost a week to finally arrive at Yulin County, the territory of the Song Clan, and Song Family Mountain City was in sight.
During the Sui Dynasty, Lingnan comprised twenty prefectures. In the Tang Dynasty timeline, the core was naturally Yulin Prefecture, where the Song clique resided. Compared to the prosperous
Central Plains, Lingnan seemed like an uncivilized land. The mountain people were fierce and untamed, and there were numerous
ethnic minorities, leading to disunity.
Although the Song clique controlled a significant population, a northward military campaign would be unsustainable, as
managing soldiers of various ethnicities within their army was extremely difficult.
From the perspective of the central dynasty, while Lingnan possessed abundant treasures, the land was undeveloped, roads were difficult
to traverse, and various mountain miasmas lurked. Furthermore, the mountain people were uncivilized, making conquest both unprofitable and extremely difficult.
Therefore, a delicate balance was formed between the Sui Dynasty and the Song clique: the Song clique submitted to the central government but retained considerable
autonomy; the central dynasty accepted tribute from the Song clique and bestowed titles upon them in the name of the ruler, but its decrees rarely truly
reached Lingnan.
Meanwhile, the Song clique had already dispatched ships to welcome them, led by Song Lu, known as the Silver Dragon.
Song Lu, a core member of the Song Clan, was around forty years old, with a full head of silver hair, a calm demeanor, and a very humble expression.
Bian Bufeng naturally exchanged a few polite words with Song Lu before following him ashore. Together with Wanwan, they boarded
a carriage specially chosen by the Song Clan and headed towards the mountain city.
Kou Zhong and his associates rode closely behind on the warhorses brought by the Song Clan.
A large number of soldiers remained on the ship.
Of course, this also reflected Bian Bufeng's confidence as a top martial artist of his time; even if he were alone, the Song Clan, even with their full strength,
would never be able to stop him.
The Song Family Mountain City was majestic and precipitous, surrounded by water on three sides and backed by mountains. The stone city meandered
out along the mountain and water, and after three hundred years of construction by countless Song family patriots, it was now as solid as an iron fortress, truly a place where one man could hold off ten thousand
.
After traversing the rugged mountain path, they found the mountain city gates wide open and the drawbridge lowered. The gates were lined with welcoming
entourages, and the renowned Heavenly Blade Song Que had personally come out to greet the distinguished guest.
Bian Bufeng and Song Que were of the same generation, with similar martial arts levels. Based on the current situation, Bian Bufeng's subordinates...
The power of the Song Clan far surpassed that of Song Que. After all, although the Song Clan claimed to have immense influence in Lingnan,
the core of their forces numbered only around 20,000, while the remaining minority armies were not of one mind with them.
Therefore, Song Que dared not make a scene like the one Kou Zhong had when he visited in the original story, such as welcoming guests with a sharpening hall, but instead
placed both of them on an equal footing.
Bian Bufu alighted from his carriage, facing Song Que directly.
In fact, Song Que's name was indeed one character off; he should be called Song Wuque.
This former number one handsome man in the martial arts world, although now sporting a few strands of silver hair, still possessed
a face as handsome as jade, with bright eyes beneath his sword-like eyebrows, incomparably handsome, without a single flaw.
More importantly, his aristocratic bearing, as the head of a high-ranking family, combined with his tall and well-proportioned
figure and profound and imposing presence, clearly displayed the demeanor of a powerful figure at the pinnacle of this world.
But Bian Bufeng was no less impressive. At this moment, he was a peak Grandmaster, having swept across the south with his
strategic brilliance, and had even unified the Holy Sect, establishing an immortal legacy. Clad in royal robes, he possessed an imposing aura and charisma.
Although the two faced each other from afar, everyone around them was affected by their powerful presence, instantly
feeling as if only these two remained in the place.
"The Prince of Zhennan has personally come out of the city gate to greet me; I am truly unworthy of such an honor,"
Bian Bufeng broke the silence.
Song Que's title of Prince of Zhennan was bestowed upon him by Yang Jian during his southern campaign and the compromise with the Song Clan. Bian Bufeng's words undoubtedly
established the Song Clan's permanent dominance over the southern border from the outset.
Song Que smiled calmly, his voice not loud but exceptionally clear: "Your Majesty is too kind. I have prepared a banquet;
please come inside."
The two, along with their entourage, slowly entered Song Family Mountain City.
After the usual formalities, Bian Bufeng and Song Que arrived at a side hall next to the banquet hall for a
private meeting.
Song Que led the way, walking at a slow pace, but each step seemed measured with a ruler, the distance
precise to the extreme. He exuded a chilling sword intent; even
standing far away, let alone following behind, would be injured by the sword's aura.
Bian Bufeng knew Song Que was testing him. Given their current status, a formal martial arts contest was
inappropriate.
However, Song Que was naturally fond of martial arts, and a slight test couldn't be considered impolite.
Feeling the chilling sword intent, capable of cleaving the air, approaching his skin, Bian Bufeng smiled slightly. Suddenly
, he seemed to vanish into thin air, disappearing without a trace from the sword intent's aura. Where the sword intent
passed, nothingness remained.
The core of Bian Bufeng's "Hundred Transformations of the Inner Demon" technique was to use himself as a mirror of nothingness, reflecting the vast world;
the technique was mysterious and secretive.
Although Song Que had activated the spiritual domain unique to grandmasters, constructing a realm of swords,
he wasn't going all out, so Bian Bufeng, also at the peak of the Grandmaster realm, easily dodged his attack.
Heavenly Sword, Heavenly Sword, the will of Heaven is like a sword.
The most terrifying aspect of Song Que's swordsmanship was his single strike; the sword intent was vast and unstoppable,
seemingly crushing everything in its path, as if the heavens themselves were pressing down, deciding fate on behalf of Heaven.
However, both Bian Bufeng and Song Que were political figures, the highest leaders of their respective factions.
The Song Clan was currently at a disadvantage, and they were even preparing to send their daughter in marriage, so their momentum was already somewhat lacking.
In a life-or-death battle, given Song Que's decisiveness in discarding everything but his sword, he could
unleash his sword intent to its fullest potential, but in the current situation, he was inevitably constrained.
The two entered the room, took their seats as host and guest, and after tea was served, Song Que dismissed his attendants.
A look of admiration appeared on his flawless handsome face as he said, "I originally thought the rumors in the martial world
were somewhat exaggerated, but I didn't expect the Holy King to have truly reached such a level."
Bian Bufeng politely replied, "Your Highness, you flatter me. Rumors in the martial world are mostly based on hearsay. Just as everyone
believes that the Heavenly Blade is below the three Grandmasters, in reality, with the clan's abilities, perhaps only Ning Sanren can rival him. Bi Xuan
and Fu Cailin are both inferior to the clan leader."
Song Que smiled faintly and changed the subject, saying, "I wonder what the Holy King's views are on the chessboard of the world?"
At their current level, Song Que and Bian Bufeng could indeed be called players who used the world as their chessboard.
And Song Que's attitude towards Bian Bufeng now was much better than when Kou Zhong met Song Que in the original story.
In the original story, Song Que treated Kou Zhong like a teacher instructing a student, but now he was conversing with Bian Bufeng as an equal.
Bian Bufeng smiled leisurely and said, "The only true contenders in the world are myself and the Li clan. I wonder
if the clan leader agrees?"
Song Que nodded and continued, "Since the Han Dynasty, the world has been in a state of north-south confrontation, and basically,
the north has held the advantage in each generation. Whether it was the Wu and Shu armies resisting Cao Wei during the Three Kingdoms period, or Xie Xuan
's victory over Fu Jian at the Battle of Fei River during the Eastern Jin Dynasty, or the resistance of the Southern Han Chinese dynasties against the Northern non-Han dynasties, all of these were
defensive efforts relying on the Yangtze River, without giving anyone any hope of unifying the north from the south. Now, the world is once again
moving towards a situation of north-south division. Does Your Majesty have confidence in defeating the northern forces supported by non-Han religions and non-Han nobles?"
Bian Bufeng was a PhD before his transmigration and had extensive historical knowledge. In fact, looking at Chinese history,
there can only be three instances where the south truly succeeded in unifying the north.
The first was Xiang Yu's destruction of Qin, but he ultimately lost to Liu Bang, so it can hardly be counted.
The second instance was when Zhu Yuanzhang established the Ming Dynasty, but by then the Yuan Dynasty in the north was already weak. The real enemies were more like
Zhang Shicheng upstream and Chen Youliang downstream, neither of whom could truly be considered part of the north.
The third was the Xinhai Revolution, which was even more of a stretch.
In real history, it would be impossible for the south to unify the north.
First, during the Sui and Tang dynasties, the entire political, economic, and military core was in the north, while the south was merely a barbarian land. The foundations
were vastly different. It wasn't until Emperor Gaozong of Song fled to the south and established the Southern Song Dynasty, bringing with him a large amount of resources from the north
, that the south truly caught up politically and economically.
During the Sui and Tang dynasties, a southern expedition to the north was simply a pipe dream.
Secondly, China's terrain slopes from north to south, making a northern expedition by southerners an uphill battle, which was disadvantageous for a direct assault.
Furthermore, the best warhorses at that time came from the Hetao region; if northerners could overcome the natural barrier of the Yangtze River, they could fully
utilize their advantages, making the south difficult to resist.
Thirdly, the northern army had long fought against northern tribes, making their troops more formidable.
All these factors contributed to the historical pattern in which the north consistently unified the south.
However, in this altered historical timeline like the Tang Dynasty, the economic situation in the south is far better than in the original history,
with a smaller gap compared to the north.
The best warhorses, sourced from the Flying Horse Ranch in Hunan and Hubei, are not from the Hetao region in the north, and the best military
manufacturers, the Dongming School, are located in the Ryukyu Islands; both are now under the control of Bian Bufu.
Thinking of this, Bian Bufeng said, "The Clan Leader is a wise man, and I am not one of those boastful people. I cannot guarantee that
everything that will happen in the future will go as planned. However, this moment is
the best opportunity to restore the Han dynasty, sweep away the northern barbarians, and rebuild the Han people's land."
Song Que looked at Bian Bufeng for a long while before slowly saying, "Does Your Majesty know that Fan Qinghui came to this place to see me a few months ago
?"
This was truly unexpected for Bian Bufeng, but he remained calm and said, "Fan Qinghui? The Clan Leader was able to resist
the temptation of this barbarian woman back then, so he is even more capable now." "That's all."
Song Que chuckled and shook his head, saying, "She proposed the idea of Han-Hu integration to me, believing that only a fully
inclusive nation can have greater resilience and vitality. She hoped I would abandon the orthodox Han policy and instead support
the two sons of the Li family, promising a whole host of conditions. However, how could I, Song, be so easily swayed? Besides
, I did have a relationship with her back then, but it was based on affection and restraint, not what the Holy King thinks
."
His words inevitably carried a hint of mockery regarding Bian Bufu's romantic affairs.
Bian Bufu thought to himself: If you, Song Que, had had a better chance of becoming emperor than Yang Jian back then, Fan Qinghui would probably be
in your bed long ago, why would you be whining like this until now? He didn't say it aloud, but smiled and said self-deprecatingly, "I
have an ailment, but I'm unwilling to correct it, haha."
The phrase "I have an ailment" comes from a dialogue between King Xuan of Qi and Mencius. Mencius advised the king to be more compassionate towards the people and implement benevolent governance,
but the king replied, "I have an ailment, I'm lustful," implying he didn't want to listen to his nonsense.
Now, Bian Bufeng's words placed him in the emperor's position,
a test of Song Que's intentions.
Song Que didn't respond directly, changing the subject: "By the way, there's another piece of news. After leaving Lingnan Mountain City, Fan Qinghui
went to Bashu. I'm afraid Jie Hui will be swayed by her. At that time, the Li Clan's fleet will sail down the river from Shu, and
I'm afraid it will be difficult to resist."
In fact, what Song Que said was simply to emphasize the important position of the Song Clan. The Hu Cult was willing to spend a great deal to win
him over; surely the Heavenly Mandate Cult would have to bleed a little too? Secondly, the Jie Hui clan in the Bashu region has a marriage alliance with the Song clan.
Song Yuzhi's sister, Song Yuhua, is married to Jie Hui's son, Jie Wenlong. If you want to resolve the Bashu issue smoothly
, your Heavenly Mandate Sect will need the Song clan's help.
Song Que's words were both sarcastic and self-aggrandizing, but Bian Bufu was already
prepared for the demanding terms. He smiled and said, "It is precisely because the road ahead is fraught with difficulties that we need sincere cooperation from both sides.
Fortunately, my son Kou Zhong and the clan leader's beloved daughter are a good match. Once we form a marriage alliance, it will be unbreakable. When Kou
Zhong inherits the throne, Yuzhi will be the empress, and her eldest son will be the next emperor."
This was Bian Bufu's first condition. If your daughter's eldest son inherits the throne, how
could you possibly disrespect your maternal family, the Song clan? As long as your Song clan doesn't act recklessly, this alone will guarantee a century of prosperity.
Song Que paused, looked at the composed Bian Bufeng, and finally smiled, saying, "After Kou Zhong and
Yu Zhi's wedding, I, Song, will personally declare my full support for the Holy King's conquest of the world."
Bian Bufeng immediately laughed heartily, saying happily, "Then Zhong'er will marry Yu Zhi. Once we arrive in Yangzhou and
everything is prepared, the wedding will take place immediately. I wish us a pleasant cooperation; I believe that as long as we join forces, no one in the world can stand against us
."
Song Que smiled slightly, "There is one more thing. From now on, I can influence the relevant officials in Yulin County and Zhuyai County
, so that they will prepare for the return..." " Preparations are being made. However, to appease the people, the Holy King must not easily
replace personnel or change major policies in the short term."
Bian Bufu knew that Song Que feared that after surrendering, he would undermine Song's power by drastically relocating officials in Lingnan, thus affecting
the interests of the Song clan. Therefore, he said, "You can rest assured, Clan Leader. Once I ascend the throne, I will bestow upon the Song family head the
title of Prince Zhennan, a hereditary title, permanently stationed in Lingnan. The prefect of Yulin County will also be selected from among the Song family members. Furthermore
, the relevant officials and policies of the two southern counties will not be changed for five years. In the future, the Prince Zhennan will have the right to recommend and appoint officials from the two counties.
"
In reality, even if Bian Bufu were to unify the country, given the communication and transportation conditions in ancient China
, he would be unable to effectively govern the two southernmost, impoverished counties. Therefore, it was better to maintain the status quo and allow the Song
clan to continue controlling the situation.
After thinking for a moment, Bian Bufeng continued, "Furthermore, the clan leader's existing private army can also be retained. When the military
system is reformed after the unification of the country, the Prince of Zhennan can establish a separate army, with the number controlled to less than 20,000."
Bian Bufeng's condition was essentially to retain all the existing rights of the Song clan, and he also explicitly stipulated
that the succession would be inherited by the descendants born to women of the Song clan. This was quite generous and was Bian Bufeng's bottom line.
Song Que was also a smart man. Knowing that he couldn't get more, he smiled and said, "Very well then.
I wish our two families a pleasant cooperation."
After exchanging a few more polite words, the two left the room together and headed towards the banquet hall.
The banquet had already been prepared, and they were just waiting for the leaders of the two major forces.
It was only then that Bian Bufeng saw Song Yuzhi for the first time.
Although she was attending a grand banquet, this very assertive beauty was dressed very simply, in a light yellow
floral dress, with her hair tied in a simple bun, and without any makeup. Her pretty face showed a slight pallor.
At this moment, she also saw Bian Bufu, and a trace of anger and killing intent flashed across her beautiful eyes, which were as bright as stars, though
it disappeared in an instant.
Bian Bufeng's telepathic abilities were arguably unparalleled in the world, and he clearly sensed that deep-seated resentment
. He couldn't help but frown inwardly, thinking: Why does Song Yuzhi harbor such intense murderous intent towards me? Could it be that she doesn't want
to marry Kou Zhong? But as a daughter of a high-ranking noble family, what right do they have to choose their own marriage? Whether willing or
not, the woman is merely a bargaining chip; the outcome has already been decided.
During the banquet, amidst the clinking of glasses and the lively atmosphere, Song Que personally announced the news of his daughter's marriage, while Song Yuzhi remained
expressionless, her expression slightly somber.
Song Que then said, "I have reached an agreement with the Holy King. The Song family submits and we will fight together against the northern barbarians. Does anyone
have any objections?"
The Song family members naturally had no objections. Song Que waited a moment and continued, "From now on,
Shi Dao will succeed as the head of the Song family. Shi Dao, you may represent the Song family in performing the rites of a subject to the Holy King."
Song Que himself could not possibly kneel before Bian Bufu, but having already submitted, the rites of a subject to the ruler could not be disregarded
. It was reasonable for his son, Song Shi Dao, to perform them.
Song Shi Dao, however, already knew this and quickly stepped forward, leading the Song family members to bow to Bian Bufu: "Greetings, Your Majesty
."
Now the titles of subject and ruler were truly established, and the agreement officially took effect.
Bian Bufu and his group stayed for a few more days, discussing the details, before bidding farewell to the Song family members and setting off back
.
Song Que prepared his troops for battle, while Song Yuzhi naturally followed behind Kou Zhong.
The fleet had just left the territory of Yulin County when they reached a place where night navigation was particularly treacherous with its swift currents, so they docked
to rest for the night.
Late at night, in the luxurious cabin, Bian Bufeng and Consort Wanwan were resting.
Bian Bufeng noticed that Wanwan seemed a little distracted, so he asked, "Wan'er, what are you thinking about? Is your lower body itchy
? Hehe."
With that, he gave Wanwan's round, pert buttocks a squeeze.
Wanwan immediately bristled like a cat, angrily retorting, "Nonsense! You lecherous uncle just loves bullying people
!"
She paused, then said with a touch of sadness, "Seeing Song Yuzhi's forlorn expression, I couldn't help but feel
sorry for her. Being a woman is so hard."
Bian Bufu pulled Wanwan's soft, boneless body into his arms, softly saying, "Actually,
what are your feelings towards your uncle now? Don't lie to your uncle, you know he can sense other people's feelings."
Wanwan paused, seemingly not quite understanding the question herself. After a while, she sighed and said, "
What..." "How can I put it? Just as you said before, this is fate, and Wan'er accepts it."
After a while, Wanwan said in a mesmerizing voice, "Actually, whether it's Wan'er or Master Zhu, we
've always wanted to carry forward the Holy Sect and lead it to glory. But now,
the one who has achieved all of this is you, Uncle-Master. It has nothing to do with love or affection. Since you, Uncle-Master, can stand
in that position, then as a woman of the Yin Kui Sect, I can only kneel before you, or..."
At this point, Wanwan's tone became provocative, and she smiled sweetly, saying in a seductive voice, "Or between your legs...
"
Bian Bufu was immediately stimulated by this little vixen, and his penis throbbed. He moved both hands together, reaching inside Wanwan's clothes
and kneading her roughly.
During this trip to Lingnan, Bian was considerate of Wanwan's inability to walk after her anal surgery and didn't require her
to serve her much. Wanwan didn't say it, but she was grateful and now felt a desire to repay him
.
Bian Bufeng leered, "Wan'er, you little slut, you haven't touched your uncle's cock for seven or eight days, and you're really itching for it, are n't
you?"
Wanwan twisted her slender waist, feigning resistance while panting, and said, "Where would I get one? What's so special about my uncle?
It's just... just..."
As she spoke, she took the initiative to reach out her slender hand and touch the man's crotch, giving him a thousand
charming glances, and continued in a coquettish tone, "It's just that there's a big thing, isn't it?" Bian Bufeng could no longer restrain himself.
With a strange cry, he scrambled and stripped Wanwan, this little vixen, of all her clothes
, immediately revealing her flawless, alluring body.
Bian Bufeng's large hands lingered on Wanwan's smooth body, feeling the delicate skin
tremble slightly as his large hands passed over it.
It was late at night, and a bright moon hung in the sky. A ray of clear light peeked through the gap in the cabin curtains
, illuminating Wanwan's fair and jade-like naked body, making it appear even more crystalline.
At this moment, Wanwan was simply dazzlingly beautiful, like a fairy descended from the moon, or a
seductive goddess of the night. Even Bian Bufu, who was used to seeing stunning beauty, was stunned by her unparalleled radiance and stood there dumbfounded for a moment.
Moved by the scene, Bian Bufu recalled everything since his transmigration and couldn't help but recite: "Ice-like skin and jade-like bones, clear and sweatless
, a gentle breeze from outside the window fills the air with fragrance. A sliver of moonlight peeks through the embroidered curtain, she leans on her pillow, hairpin askew, her hair disheveled. She rises and opens the jade door silently, occasionally seeing
sparse stars crossing the Milky Way. Counting on my fingers, when will the west wind come? I fear the years will silently pass by."
Yes, although he was a person of high status in his previous life, when had he ever had the opportunity to enjoy such
a peerless beauty as the woman before him? When had he ever had the opportunity to command a hundred followers and wield power over half the country? However, after transmigrating, the conveniences of modern life were gone
—no appliances, no internet, no modern entertainment.
Which was better? She truly couldn't decide.
The starry sky remained unchanged, but the world changed. "Hey, what are you doing here?" came
Wanwan's coquettish voice.
Bian Bufu's poem had just impressed Wanwan, but she knew this lecherous uncle's literary talent
was exceptional. Although she was secretly pleased to hear him praise her, she quickly regained her composure.
Unexpectedly, the man stared blankly at her naked body like a dazed goose, making Wanwan feel a pang of shame alongside her pride
, and she couldn't help but remind him. Bian
Bufeng snapped out of his daze. He glanced at Wanwan, whose face was flushed and who was incomparably beautiful, and couldn't help but tease her:
"Oh dear, Wan'er can't wait any longer? It seems that Wan'er no longer dislikes her martial uncle at all, hehe."
Wanwan was taken aback by his words, thinking to herself, "That's right, why did I remind him? It seems like I'm still thinking about what we did together..."
"I'm not disgusted by filthy things anymore. Could it really be as my lecherous uncle said, that I...I..."
Of course, with Wanwan's proud and arrogant nature, she certainly wouldn't back down.
She gave a disdainful snort, then her dark eyes darted around, a smile appearing on her lips. In a pitiful
tone, she said, "You bad guy, you're the king! I...I'm a virtuous young woman you stole,
how...how could I resist...woo..."
Bian Bufu's penis was already hard. He quickly stripped himself naked and pounced on Wanwan's warm body,
kissing and kneading her desperately.
"Woo...no...I don't want...bad man...ah...um...ah..."
Wanwan moaned in a sexy voice, clenching her pink fists and gently pounding the man's shoulders. Her alluring body
twisted and turned, a cute look of wanting to resist but also wanting to.
Bian Bufeng leaned back, grabbing Wanwan's large breasts with both hands, placing his stiff penis between them
, panting, "Wan'er's breasts are so big and bouncy, they feel so good on your uncle, perfect for milk cannons
."
As he spoke, his thick, long penis began to slowly thrust in and out.
"Ha, Wan'er's nipples are hard, quickly open your mouth and lick them for your uncle."
As a notorious lecher in the martial arts world, Bian Bufeng was naturally well-endowed; even with his thick, long penis
sandwiched between Wanwan's breasts, the glans still kept hitting Wanwan's chin with each thrust. Wanwan glared at the man, but obediently opened her small mouth, sticking out her little tongue,   licking around the large glans
like a puppy .    "Hmm, that's it, so comfortable, ha. Okay, Wan'er, continue squeezing your breasts with your hands   to sharpen your uncle's weapon."    Seeing Wan'er obediently cup her large breasts with her hands and clamp them around his penis, while lowering her head to suck   the glans as much as possible, her penis throbbing with pleasure,    he turned his upper body to the side and reached between Wan'er's legs, finding that there was already some moisture. He chuckled   and skillfully teased her tender flower garden, soon making it glisten with lustful fluids.    After touching her for a while, Bian Bufeng probed further down, his fingers gently touching Wanwan's lovely anus. He asked with a smile   , "Wan'er, does it still hurt in the back?"    Wanwan immediately remembered her previous experience of having her anus penetrated, so she spat out the glans from her mouth and said resentfully, "   It hurts! Uncle-Master, you don't have any pity on me at all, hmph, I hate you the most!"    Bian Bufeng chuckled wickedly, and his middle finger, covered in nectar, suddenly thrust into Wanwan's anus.    Wanwan gasped in surprise, her whole body trembling.    Bian Bufeng laughed, "You said it hurt, but it doesn't hurt at all now, it even feels stimulating! Look, Wan'er   's little hole is flowing even more water, hehe."    Wanwan only felt a slight soreness in her anus, not pain, and blushed with embarrassment, unable   to speak for a moment.    Bian Bufeng continued, "Wan'er, you are the most exquisite woman in the world, one in a million. Every part of your body is   a treasure that every man dreams of. You are truly a bewitching enchantress. Hehe, even your asshole is so wonderful,   so tight and hot. Your master wishes he could announce to the world how pleasurable it would be to fuck the Imperial Concubine's ass."    Hearing Bian Bufeng's reckless nonsense, Wanwan couldn't help but angrily retort, "What nonsense are you talking about! What   do you mean by announcing to the world? If you dare say that, Wan'er will bite off your wicked thing!"    As she spoke, she vigorously stroked the large, both loved and hated rod with her hand.    Bian Bufeng let out a cry of pain, then laughed, "Alright, alright, I won't say it anymore. Let your master give Wan'er a good time   ."    With that, Bian Bufeng moved between Wanwan's legs, spreading her long, beautiful legs apart to   reveal her honey-dripping, beautiful vulva.    The grass was lush and green, the skin delicate and pink. The two jade gates were tightly closed, leaving only a thin slit. Crystal-clear   spring water, like a winding stream, meandered from these layers of love, filling the entire valley. The   clitoris, exposed by excitement, was like a pearl on the valley floor—truly a scene of earthly beauty.    Bian Bufeng lowered his head, extended his tongue, and gently licked along the slippery, muddy ground, focusing particularly on   stimulating the clitoris. A few strokes were enough to make Wanwan tremble all over, moaning incessantly, her eyes lost in a sea of desire.    While licking, he continued to tease her tight anus with his fingers, starting with one finger and   gradually increasing to two, until it became smoother.    "Ah...ah...hmm...ooh...so...so itchy...ah! So...ah...so comfortable   ...hmm..."    Wanwan gripped the sheets tightly, her long, slender head involuntarily resting on Bian Bufu's shoulders. She   closed her eyes and moaned incessantly with the man's stimulation.    At this moment, Bian Bufu withdrew his finger and looked at it, laughing, "Wan'er, I wanted to ask you this last time, why   is there no dirt in your little bottom?"    Wanwan, in the throes of passion, blurted out, "I washed it..." She    immediately realized she'd let something slip, and her already flushed face turned even redder, almost   steaming.    Bian Bufeng laughed and said, "So Wan'er was already prepared to offer her ass to her master for deflowering, how good   , hahaha..."    Wan'an was too shy to speak, and after a while she stammered, "I...I saw that vixen Bai Qing'er   washing, so I just washed myself...it...it wasn't for you!"    Bian Bufeng thought Wan'an's proud and charming appearance was really captivating, so he could no longer hold back. He straightened up, brought   his penis to the side of that cute chrysanthemum bud, and asked, "So you've washed it today too, right?"    Wan'an closed her eyes, her face flushed, and turned her head away, unwilling to answer. But Bian Bufeng clearly saw her little   head nod almost imperceptibly, and couldn't help but chuckle. He held his penis with his hand, dipped it in the lustful   fluid outside the flower room, and then thrust hard into Wan'an's cute anus.    "Ah! Ahh... Ooh..."    Her anus was stretched open once again, and Wanwan immediately let out a moan like a small animal, her two fair thighs   visibly trembling.























































"Ugh...ugh...ooh...hmm..."
As the foreign object continued to penetrate, Wanwan clenched her teeth, her fists clenched, and suggestive nasal
sounds escaped from her nose, clearly struggling to endure it.
"So tight...ah...so comfortable...Wan'er, you really have a great ass...ah...so good...so good
...ah..."
The penis continued to penetrate deeper, and the intoxicating pressure and heat of Wanwan's anal walls made Bian Bufeng
exclaim with pleasure. He gripped her round buttocks tightly and quickly inserted his entire penis.
Although this little vixen Wanwan had been anally penetrated before, she was still sweating profusely, her eyes
red, and she was panting weakly with her small mouth open, looking extremely pitiful.
But at this moment, Bian Bufeng could no longer care about her. His penis began to thrust in and out of the narrow passage, while
he freed one hand to caress Wanwan's vulva to ease her pain.
"Relax, Wan'er, relax a little, don't be too tense, you'll feel happy soon."
"Ugh...it's too big...Uncle's thing is too thick and big...I...I'm going to split open
...Waaah...ah..."
She said this, but as the penis thrust in and out, Wan'an slowly relaxed her muscles and gradually got used to it
.
"Hey, your pussy is still dripping wet. Uncle-Master knew all along that Wan'er likes being fucked in the asshole, ha, and you even know how
to clench it yourself... Oh... So comfortable..."
"Don't say it! Ahh... Ah... No... Don't say it..."
"Wan'er, do you know what it means to be horny? Your expression right now is horny
. You can even be horny when Uncle-Master is fucking your asshole, you're such a little slut, haha."
"Ugh... So strange... Ahh... So... So swollen... My backside is so numb... Ugh... Ugh... Ahh
..."
Wan'an felt that the pain in her buttocks gradually turned into soreness, then into numbness and itching
, and then slowly into a strange stimulation. She was actually, actually addicted to the impact of that thick, meaty rod
.
Bian Bufu felt that as the battle deepened, the beautiful woman under him gradually changed from passively enduring to actively responding
. She twisted her soft body passionately, and her bouncy, round breasts
bounced with the thrusting motion.
Her snow-white, pert buttocks swayed involuntarily, her long legs spread wide to accommodate
the thrusting of his penis.
Bian Bufeng held Wanwan's limp, boneless body tightly, his penis plunging heavily into
the depths of her hot anus with each stroke. The two naked bodies made a series of loud, slapping sounds as they slept.
"Haha, Wan'er... ha... Wan'er knows how to shake her buttocks now, does she want my penis to go in deeper,
harder?"
"Ugh... I don't know... ahh... such a strange feeling... ahhh... it's coming... ah...
faster... faster... almost there... almost there..."
Seeing Wanwan's whole body turn red and tremble violently, Bian Bufeng thrust even harder, his penis erect and pounding wildly
. Soon, he felt her anal walls contract suddenly, and then a large amount of honey-like fluid gushed out of her vagina. She
had actually reached orgasm from being fucked in the ass.
Wanwan tossed her head, her black hair flying, burying her face in Bian Bufu's arms. Her arms and legs
clung to the man's strong body like an octopus, her beautiful body convulsing as if electrocuted, emitting sweet breaths
.
Bian Bufu forcefully spread Wanwan's plump buttocks, taut with orgasm, and thrust his penis as
deep as possible. Then, with a low growl, he ejaculated violently into the deepest part of the girl's rectum.
"Ah...ah ah...ah...my ass...ooh...my ass is orgasming...ah ah!"
The scalding semen sent Wanwan soaring to an even higher peak. Her body trembled violently, and she seemed
lost in thought, saliva involuntarily dribbling from her cherry lips. She twisted her body unconsciously, a captivatingly
ecstatic expression on her face.
After a while, Bian Bufu slowly withdrew his penis from her tight anus, a large amount of semen
flowing out and soaking the bed.
Bian Bufeng sighed contentedly, gently caressing Wanwan's perfectly firm breasts, feeling
the sweet tremors of the beauty's body as she still enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm.
Suddenly, Bian Bufeng, enjoying this blissful moment, felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of anxiety.
He frowned; Bian Bufeng's mental state was already at a state of perfect harmony, and such a pang of anxiety
could not possibly occur without reason.
He quickly dressed, told Wanwan to rest well, and then left the cabin.
The nearby guards, seeing their king, hurried closer, awaiting Bian Bufeng's instructions.
Bian Bufeng glanced around; the fleet was quietly anchored at the shore, with the supporting soldiers stationed there
, nothing amiss.
So, as if casually asking those around him, "Has anything unusual happened tonight?"
The guards hesitated for a moment, then shook their heads. One of the guard leaders knelt and reported, "Your Majesty, nothing special
happened tonight, everything is fine."
He then seemed to remember something and added, "Not long ago, the Crown Prince and Crown Princess went ashore together,
saying they wanted to take a walk around the area." Bian Bufeng frowned deeply. What were Kou Zhong and Song Yuzhi doing ashore in the middle of the night? Suddenly,   the look of resentment and murderous intent in
Song Yuzhi's eyes when he first saw her flashed through his mind. Bian Bufeng shuddered. Could it be...? Thinking this   , Bian Bufeng snorted coldly, his body transforming into a wisp of smoke as he sped ashore.    The Lingnan region was mountainous and forested, with tall thickets lining both banks of the river. Bian Bufeng relied on his intuition   to search.    His movements were as fast as lightning, and he had covered several miles in no time.    Hmm? This feeling? Not far ahead, an incredibly powerful yet familiar aura lurked.    It was Ning Daoqi! Ning Daoqi was actually here! And Kou Zhong?! At the same time, Ning Daoqi seemed to have spotted him as well,   rapidly rushing towards him.    Bian Bufu's expression was solemn. At this moment, he didn't need to think about anything else; he simply focused his power to its peak, preparing to face   the fierce battle that was about to begin.










Meanwhile, far away in Yangzhou, Zhu Yuyan, Shan Meixian, and other Yin Kui Sect masters guarding their headquarters received
a group of special guests.
Zhu Yuyan, dressed in a black gauze robe, her figure exquisitely graceful,
faced a tall, thin, and sinister-looking man not far ahead in the howling night wind.
Behind her, Shan Meixian, Bi Shouxuan, Bai Qing'er, and other Yin Kui Sect masters stood solemnly on guard
.
Zhu Yuyan's face was ashen, and she spoke in a voice that seemed to contain shards of ice: "Rong Fengxiang, Xi Ying, Yang Xuyan,
how dare you betray the Holy Sect! What benefits did Zhao Deyan give you?"
The tall, thin man was none other than Zhao Deyan, the Demon General and leader of the Demon Xiang Sect. The true appearance of those behind him was even more imposing than that of the Yin Kui Sect members.
The Great Bright Venerable Sect's Good Mother and Great Venerable, leading their Five Bright Sons and Five Types of Demons, surrounded Zhu Yuyan.
Adding Rong Fengxiang, Xi Ying, and Yang Xuyan, their strength far surpassed that of the Yin Kui Sect.
Zhao Deyan smiled faintly, speaking in his uniquely effeminate voice, "Bian Bufu is nothing but a monkey in a crown
, a clown. What virtue or ability does he possess to lead the Holy Gate? That Empress Yin could be subdued by him truly
disappoints me, who has always admired her. Heh heh, could it be that the pleasures of the bedchamber can make one forget everything?"
These words were almost insulting, but Zhu Yuyan, with her deep cunning, smiled coldly and said disdainfully, "
You call yourself the Demon Commander, but you're nothing more than a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy behind the Turks. All these years, the Holy King has
accomplished nothing, not even one thing..." "It's not unreasonable to appoint you, Zhao Deyan, as the head of this Holy Gate, but,
hehe..."
Zhao Deyan didn't refute, but just smiled coldly and said, "It's useless to say more. We are all martial artists, so let's
do things according to the rules of the martial world and see who's the real deal."
Rong Fengxiang said leisurely, "The city guards won't get the news for several hours. If Empress Yin is sensible
, she'll know that you have no chance and can't escape."
In fact, Zhu Yuyan had ordered the city's imperial guards to surround this place, but she didn't expect that Rong Fengxiang
and others, as one of the high-ranking officials, would betray her. They must have spread false information.
Although Xu Xingzhi, who manages the affairs of the city, is a hero, redeploying soldiers is too late
. There are no experts left in the city.
Xi Yingyin smiled and said, "The Demon Commander promised that the Holy Gate would return to its former glory after the matter is accomplished. We don't want a bastard old man riding
on our heads. It's a pity that Empress Yin is infatuated with adultery and is probably not easy to accept us. Hehe."
After saying that, his face turned purple, and his ultimate skill, Purple Qi Heavenly Net, began to operate.
Zhu Yuyan remained expressionless, lightly glancing at her enemies before her, and mocked, "Xi Ying, your martial arts aren't
much better, and it seems your brain isn't working either. Even if you win this round, when the Holy King returns from Lingnan, you'll
be nothing but chickens and dogs."
Yang Xuyan chimed in, "Return? Haha, Bian Bufu can barely protect himself, so don't count on the Empress."
Zhu Yuyan's heart skipped a beat. These people dared to betray her; could there really be some
conspiracy against Bian Bufu underway? Otherwise, someone like Yang Xuyan certainly wouldn't dare to betray her.
However, the situation didn't allow her to think too much. Grandmaster Xu Kaishan and Benevolent Mother Sha Fang had already stepped forward, joining Zhao Deyan
to form an encirclement around her, while Rong Fengxiang, Xi Ying, and the others were facing off against the Yin Kui
Sect masters led by Shan Meixian.
This was perhaps the greatest crisis of Zhu Yuyan's life, but she remained unmoved, her expression still cold.
She activated her Great Demonic Field, simultaneously enveloping Zhao Deyan, Xu Kaishan, and Sha Fang.
Only by desperately clinging to these three strongest individuals could the remaining Yin Kui Sect experts have a sliver of hope in the battle
.
Almost simultaneously, Bian Bufu also encountered his greatest crisis.
Two figures emerged from the front: one was Ning Daoqi, the foremost Daoist master, adorned with a tall crown, a wide belt, and a white beard reaching his waist; beside him
was a figure—a captivatingly beautiful and alluring figure, none other than
Fan Qinghui, the foremost Buddhist master. At the same time, four old monks also emerged from the surrounding area. Most terrifyingly, even   Bian Bufu, with his exceptionally keen spiritual senses, failed to detect
their presence .    Bian Bufu's expression was extremely gloomy as he slowly said, "The Buddhist Zen techniques are indeed wondrous, capable of turning   one into a living dead without revealing even a trace of life. Hmph, when did the Four Holy Monks become so sneaky   ? Aren't you afraid of tarnishing your holy names as bald monks?"    It turned out that these four white-bearded old monks were actually the highest-level combat force of Buddhism—the Four Holy Monks! Master Jiaxiang   , Venerable Dixin, Master Zhihui, and Master Daoxin.    "Amitabha,"    Master Jiaxiang recited a Buddhist verse, speaking in a gentle voice, "Your Majesty is too kind. How could we monks   care about such empty fame?"    As he spoke, the four monks had already taken their positions, forming a Buddhist battle formation, surrounding Bian Bufu.    Bian Bufeng remained indifferent, speaking to Fan Qinghui with admiration, "I truly cannot understand how you persuaded Song   Yuzhi to betray her family. It must have been some time ago."    Fan Qinghui did not deny it, replying, "I merely told Yuzhi to be a person, not a tool   , that's all."    Bian Bufeng naturally did not believe this, but he was certain that Song Yuzhi had been used.    Remembering how Song Yuzhi in the original story was extremely unwilling for the Song clan to participate in the war, perhaps this was the loophole Hu Jiao had exploited   .    At this moment, Fan Qinghui took two steps forward, facing Bian Bufeng directly. Her beautiful eyes, like stars in the sky, gently closed   , and then she sighed softly.    At this moment, even Bian Bufeng, who was accustomed to seeing beautiful women, felt a sense of awe, as if the entire world   had lost its color with her sigh.    Fan Qinghui reopened her eyes and said in a heavenly voice, "The world is in turmoil, and people are displaced. We   Buddhist monks have had no choice but to abandon our secluded cultivation, hoping to contribute our modest efforts to the future of the people. I wonder if the Holy King could set aside   his prejudices and stand with us on the same side, seeking a glimmer of hope for the future of this world?"    Bian Bufu smiled coldly and said, "If I agree, does that mean I will be stripped of my martial arts and become your   puppet, merging the Heavenly Mandate Sect into Buddhism? There's no need for such delusional nonsense, unless you, Fan Qinghui, are willing..."


























"If you'd like to offer yourself as my bedmate, let me taste the flavor of the number one Buddhist, then we can continue our discussion, hehe."
Fan Qinghui's clean-shaven face revealed a faint smile, and she said softly, "If the Holy King can truly abandon everything, then
what harm is there in Qinghui staying by the Holy King's side?" Bian
Bufeng chuckled and said in a lewd tone, "Alright then, Master, have the others leave first
, then strip naked, stick out your ass so I can have my way with you first, and then we'll talk about other things, haha."
Fan Qinghui's expression remained calm, but she took two steps back to Ning Daoqi's side.
Meanwhile, the Emperor Heart Venerable shouted coldly, "Delay may cause complications, make your move!"
Instantly, six of the world's top experts began to attack from both sides! Bian Bufeng had had a smooth journey all these years, but this time
he was a little careless, which was understandable.
How could he have imagined that Song Yuzhi would actually join the Buddhist sect? In the original story, Kou Zhong and Song Yuzhi were clearly husband and wife,
so what was going on? At the same time, three miles away from where Bian Bufu had been ambushed, Kou Zhong and Song Yuzhi were
walking slowly through the mountains.
Kou Zhong frowned and said, "Yuzhi, you said you had something important to tell me. You've been rushing for so long after we got ashore, and now you
're not saying a word. What is it?"
Song Yuzhi's face was pale. She stopped and looked at Kou Zhong quietly for a while before speaking, "Actually,
you don't like me, and I don't like you, yet we're going to be husband and wife..."
Kou Zhong was stunned for a moment before saying, "Perhaps that's true, but we've only known each other for a few days. How can we talk about liking or disliking each
other? As long as we get along well in the future, I'll fall in love with you, and you'll fall in love with me too."
Song Yuzhi smiled sadly and said softly, "Unfortunately, I'm afraid there won't be such a chance."
Kou Zhong was stunned again, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He said, "Alright, alright, let's go back and talk about it."
Song Yuzhi's expression became even more desolate. She shook her head and said, "I can't go back. I can't go back anywhere."
As she spoke, she took a few more steps forward.
Kou Zhong stopped in his tracks, for Song Yuzhi was simply too strange.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, Kou Zhong focused his gaze on the deep forest ahead.
A beautiful figure, capable of eclipsing even the bright moon, slowly emerged. A
woman as elegant as a fairy descended from heaven, with a helpless smile, said in a soft voice, "Feixuan really doesn't want to meet the young marshal under these circumstances
."
Beside Shi Feixuan stood a tall, handsome, bald monk, clearly none other than
Master Liaokong, the former master of the destroyed Jingnian Zen Temple.
Upon seeing the two men, Kou Zhong immediately understood everything. He drew his long sword and coldly said, "Song Yuzhi, how dare you
betray even your own family!"
Song Yuzhi's face turned deathly pale. She took a deep breath and said, "I only didn't want you to drag the Song family members into
the quagmire of war. After this matter is settled, I will personally apologize to my father. Even if he kills me, Yuzhi will
have no complaints."
Shi Feixuan said softly, "Yuzhi, don't worry. The Master and I will accompany you back to Lingnan to explain to your father
. I believe he will accept it."
She paused, then turned to Kou Zhong, her beautiful eyes looking at him gently, and said softly, "Young Marshal has many misunderstandings about us.
In fact, it wasn't us who killed your friend Xu Ziling, but someone else."
Kou Zhong was immediately shocked and blurted out, "You also knew Xu Ziling? Then who killed him?"
"
Shi Feixuan said sincerely, "The one who killed Xu Ziling was your master, the current Heavenly Mandate
Saint King Bian Bufu. This was witnessed by Master Liaokong and me. If the young marshal has any doubts, Feixuan and Master Liaokong can
make any oath to prove this."
Kou Zhong laughed and said sarcastically, "It
is said that when the Buddha preached, he was full of eloquent words. You people of the Hu religion can really turn black into white. But unfortunately, I, Kou Zhong, am not a three-year-old child. Do you think I would believe such nonsense
?"
Shi Feixuan and Liaokong exchanged glances, both seeing each other's helplessness.
Indeed, this was impossible to prove, and no matter how hard they racked their brains, they couldn't think of
any benefit for Bian Bufu in killing his disciple Xu Ziling.
At this moment, Kou Zhong's energy and spirit were at their peak. He roared, "Liaokong, prepare to die!"
Ignoring his own loneliness, he took the initiative to attack, his long sword slashing towards Liaokong as if tearing through space.
Shi Feixuan and Liao Kong sighed softly, then separated and began to fight Kou Zhong.

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