【The Reflection of the Sword's Ridge】 9 Once you enter the world of martial arts, it's as deep as the sea.

9. Once you enter the world of martial arts, it's as deep as the sea.
Du Yanzhi's kiss was like a spark, igniting their passion like a volcanic eruption. They
desperately thrust their tongues into each other's mouths, as if trying to pour all their passion into one another
.
Despite Du Yanzhi's refined appearance, he was surprisingly skilled in matters of love. While passionately kissing, his hands
began to caress Miyamoto Ying's back. Miyamoto Ying responded to Du Yanzhi
's caresses with her own hands. She had received extensive training in the Miyamoto family, including in matters of love. Although she had never been with a man,
the training from the Miyamoto family, like martial arts, had become second nature to her. So now, she naturally
applied it to Du Yanzhi.
Although Du Yanzhi was still clothed, he was also excited by her skillful caresses.
He immediately and breathlessly stripped off all his clothes. In the dim light, Du Yanzhi's naked
body didn't match his delicate appearance. Although he wasn't a burly man, nor was he particularly stocky, one could
see he possessed a well-developed physique.
The two naked bodies finally touched, their body temperatures rising further. Du Yanzhi greedily
caressed Miyamoto Ying's breasts, his fingers gently kneading her erect nipples, making them even harder
. Miyamoto Ying tried her best to suppress her moans, but these faint sounds
were doubly intoxicating to Du Yanzhi's ears.
Seeing the luscious nipples, Du Yanzhi couldn't resist burying his face in them, licking the pink flesh with his tongue.
After a while, he simply sucked the entire nipple into his mouth. With his efforts, Miyamoto Ying could no longer suppress
her feelings, and moans began to rise.
Since it worked, Du Yanzhi immediately pressed on, beginning to explore the area between Miyamoto Ying's legs. He
gently caressed the entrance to Miyamoto Ei's mysterious garden but didn't enter. Under his series of teasing, Miyamoto Ei's
eyes shone with longing, and her legs suddenly closed, trapping his hand. Du Yanzhi abandoned her beautiful
breasts, knelt between Miyamoto Ei's legs, and then gently pried them open. He carefully observed
the scenery inside, seeing only a closed, crimson doorway awaiting his intrusion.
Du Yanzhi used his nimble tongue as the vanguard, its tip moving like a serpent, exploring deeply and shallowly. Miyamoto Ei
had been caressed like this before her amnesia, but this time it was a man serving her, making the sensation
more intense than before. Du Yanzhi was almost at zero distance from that garden, the fragrance constantly wafting towards him, making
him even more vigorous.
Miyamoto Ei suddenly trembled all over, and Du Yanzhi felt a burning sensation on his tongue; his tongue and face were already covered in
the nectar released by Miyamoto Ei in ecstasy. Although Miyamoto Ying was highly skilled in martial arts, she still experienced the same
physiological reactions as other women in this matter .
Du Yanzhi didn't press his advantage; he simply continued to gently caress Miyamoto Ying's delicate body, allowing her
to receive comfort even after her ecstasy. Only after her breathing gradually returned to normal did Du Yanzhi climb on top of her, letting
his massive member rub against her vulva. The member, already erect,
became even harder after being rubbed against the hair on her vulva.
Miyamoto Ying's breathing, which had calmed down, became rapid again after being stimulated by the enormous member. At this
moment, the amnesiac Miyamoto Ying was completely controlled by her instincts; feeling the heat between her legs, she naturally
opened them to welcome the member's entry.
Du Yanzhi noticed her movement and, overjoyed, thrust his member between her legs. Like an army crossing a castle moat, the dragon's head
passed over the pubic hair at Miyamoto Ying's entrance, reaching the closed crevice, and continued
its advance. After some effort, the dragon's head finally broke through the encirclement and successfully entered the crevice.
Although it wasn't the first time Miyamoto Ying had been penetrated, this was the first time this male symbol had entered her body.
Stimulated by the burning dragon's head, she let out a series of intoxicating moans. She clung tightly to Du Yanzhi, like
a drowning person clinging to a glimmer of hope.
Du Yanzhi thrust his dragon body in one go. He felt as if he had entered heaven.
The dragon's head, now inside Miyamoto Ying, felt like it was tightly bound by rings of flesh. Whether he moved forward or backward, it gave him waves
of pleasure, making him involuntarily begin to thrust.
Du Yanzhi thrust deeper and deeper, the dragon's head conquering obstacles until it reached the deepest part of the flower path. Since he didn't encounter strong resistance along the way
, Du Yanzhi realized that the beauty beneath him was not a virgin. He wasn't disappointed, because what he longed for
was the current Miyamoto Ei, not the one from before.
Amidst Miyamoto Ei's series of soft moans, Du Yanzhi lifted her legs, placing them on his shoulders, and then increased
the speed of his thrusts. Miyamoto Ei's beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her teeth clenched, and her ten fingers, in excessive excitement,
scratched wildly at Du Yanzhi's bare back. Soon, several bloody welts appeared on Du Yanzhi's back.
In pain, Du Yanzhi thrust harder, and Miyamoto Ei immediately threw her head back, crying out repeatedly, her fingernails
digging into Du Yanzhi's skin from the excessive force. Fortunately, Miyamoto Ei had trimmed her fingernails very short for sword practice;
otherwise, Du Yanzhi would have suffered even more. Even so, Du Yanzhi felt excruciating pain, but at the same time,
waves of pleasure surged from his penis, making him extremely 'pleasant'.
Du Yanzhi held Miyamoto Ei's slender waist with both hands, using all his strength to perform a powerful leap, each thrust hitting the vital points. Miyamoto
Ying was jolted by the intense movements, her breasts swaying and rippling.
Du Yanzhi, encountering Miyamoto Ying's tight passage for the first time, felt himself on the verge of collapse.
He didn't force it, letting things take their course. After a while longer, he lay on top of Miyamoto Ying's body,
kissing her passionately and pouring all his energy into her. Even
after their passion subsided, they remained tightly embraced.
Du Yanzhi kissed Miyamoto Ying's ear, making her giggle and tickle.
After a while, Du Yanzhi stopped and gazed at Miyamoto Ying. "Miss… oh, no! I shouldn't
address you like that anymore. But you don't remember your own name. Hmm… since you've forgotten the past…"
"You can say you've been reborn today; everything from the past was just a dream. How about I call you
Meng'er from now on? What do you think?"
Miyamoto Ying nodded obediently. After losing her memory, aside from martial arts and other skills that had become instinctive
, she had forgotten all the hellish training the Miyamoto family had undergone. She was no longer the
peerless swordswoman who had crossed the ocean to the Central Plains for martial arts. She was now simply a gentle yet resilient Japanese woman.
Seeing that she had accepted the name he had given her, Du Yanzhi happily kissed her for a while before parting.
"Meng'er, it's not a solution for us to stay here forever. Since you can't find any
clues here to help you recover your memory, why don't we go home with me first thing tomorrow morning? What do you say, Meng'er?"
Miyamoto Ying nodded obediently again. After so many days, she still couldn't recover even a trace of her memory,
and she was somewhat disheartened. Du Yanzhi happily kissed her forehead, "Then Meng'er, let's go to sleep early! We need to
head home first thing tomorrow morning." Gong Benying nodded, took his hand, and together they went back to bed from the floor,
snuggling together in the small bed and falling asleep.
Du Yanzhi woke up after an hour or so. He wasn't awakened by any sound, but by
a fragrant scent. He frowned slightly and flicked his fingers lightly in front of Gong Benying. Some white
powder floated from his fingernails, circled around Gong Benying's head, and disappeared, while Gong Benying
slept even more soundly.
Du Yanzhi quietly got out of bed, quickly dressed, and then, with a leap, used his light-footed skill to leave
the small hut. His light-footed skill was extraordinary; in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he arrived at a clearing in the woods.
A man in black had been waiting there for a long time, and upon seeing Du Yanzhi, immediately knelt on the ground, "Brother!"
Du Yanzhi immediately noticed the tears in the black-clad man's eyes and knew something was wrong. "Xu Lei, get up! What happened ?
"
It turned out that Du Yanzhi was none other than the Poison Dragon Lord, the leader of Poison Dragon Valley.
That day, after being injured in her battle with Lu Qicheng, Miyamoto Ying fled to a stream in the woods and unbuttoned her clothes
to apply ointment to her chest. Du Yanzhi happened to see her there. He was utterly captivated by Miyamoto Ying's beauty and fell
in love with her at first sight.
Du Yanzhi was a handsome young man with exceptional martial arts skills, and as the leader of Poison Dragon Valley, he was never
short of women. But love is a strange thing; it always arrives at the most unexpected times. The moment he
saw Miyamoto Ying, he was deeply shaken, as if possessed, unable to move. It wasn't until Miyamoto Ying finished
bandaging her wounds and left long afterward that he returned to normal.
For a moment, he couldn't believe that his heart had been so easily taken away by Miyamoto Ying. But all that could be seen in his mind
was this strong-willed girl in white. He stood there for a long time, lost in thought, before finally making a decision—
he would find this girl. Even if she cleaved him in two, he would tell her
his feelings for her before he died.
Having made up his mind, he immediately followed the footprints left by Miyamoto Ying. When he found Miyamoto Ying
, she had already collapsed on the grass, poisoned. He also discovered
the bodies of three of his subordinates from Poison Dragon Valley, knowing they had died at Miyamoto Ying's hands.
Officially, Poison Dragon Valley had taken money from Lu Qicheng and Shangguan Jing to ambush Miyamoto Ying. Privately, Miyamoto
Ying had killed three of his subordinates. Logically, even if he hadn't killed Miyamoto Ying, he shouldn't have saved her. However, he
couldn't bear to watch Miyamoto Ying die before his eyes. So, he intervened. In that split second,
a thought suddenly occurred to him: 'These past years, I've grown weary of the blood-soaked life of the martial world.' "How could
Heaven allow me to meet her? Why don't I seize this opportunity to retire to the mountains with her?"
He then thought, "But when she wakes up, she'll definitely go back to challenge Lu Qicheng to another duel. And even if
she doesn't go after Lu Qicheng, that old bastard will never let her go. Unless... unless she's no longer alive!"
A thought struck him, and he contacted his trusted confidants, instructing them to inform Shangguan Jing that Gong Benying had died from poisoning.
He took Gong Benying back to his secluded hut. While detoxifying her, he also gave her a rebirth pill
, causing her to lose all her memories. He then disguised himself as a scholar who knew no martial arts, carefully caring for Gong Benying.
The day Gong Benying asked him to go with her to the place where she was found, he didn't want her to have any chance of
regaining her memories, so he kept leading her in circles. However, the observant Gong Benying still realized he was leading
her in circles. Fortunately, his confidants had already cleaned everything up, and Miyamoto Ying couldn't find a
single trace when she arrived.
Having spent so much time together, even though Miyamoto Ying had lost her memory, she still felt Du Yanzhi's sincerity
and gradually opened her heart.
Tonight, the two were unusually close and happy. Unfortunately, seeing Xu Lei's expression, Du Yanzhi
knew that something serious must have happened in Poison Dragon Valley. His plan to leave this dangerous place with Miyamoto Ying early tomorrow morning
might have to be abandoned.
He sighed inwardly, 'The martial world, the martial world… it seems I, Du Yanzhi, cannot escape…' Xu Lei
remained kneeling on the ground, refusing to get up. 'Brother, Second Brother Yu was ambushed while working for Shangguan Jing and Lu Qicheng.
Except for Second Brother Yu, who returned injured, everyone else was wiped out…'
Du Yanzhi was shocked. 'Which group did this? Is Yu Peng seriously injured?' "Xu Lei,
his eyes filled with tears, said, "After Second Brother Yu was seriously injured and collapsed, he heard those people talking. It turns out those people are from Flying Tiger Fortress!"
Du Yanzhi was greatly surprised. "We have no grudge against Flying Tiger Fortress, so why would they suddenly turn on us?" Xu
Lei continued, "According to what Second Brother Yu overheard while pretending to be dead, it was because we allied with Lu Qicheng and his group.
It's said that Jade-Faced Tiger Wu Xiaotian plans to go to war with Lu Qicheng, so he wants to eliminate Lu Qicheng's allies first."
Du Yanzhi snorted coldly, "It's none of our business if Flying Tiger Fortress wants to fight Lu Qicheng to the death. But now
they've actually done this, someone has to pay for this blood debt." As he said this, Du Yanzhi
knew very well in his heart that the peaceful days he dreamed of living happily ever after with Miyamoto Ying were temporarily impossible to realize
.
He thought for a moment, "Xu Lei, wait here for a while. I'll make some arrangements and then we'll go back together."
After saying this, he used his lightness skill to return to the small thatched hut, only to find that Miyamoto Ying, whom he had drugged before leaving, was still
fast asleep. He sighed, "Meng'er, I have to leave you for now..."
He went to the kitchen first, carefully cooking a lot of food, and also preparing some steamed buns and other dishes. He murmured to himself
, "Meng'er, this food should be enough for you for several days. I'll come back and
leave with you as soon as I've finished my business..."
After preparing the food, he stood by the bed, gazing intently at the sleeping Miyamoto Ying. After an unknown amount of time, he
looked up and saw that dawn had broken, knowing that he had to leave. He gently stroked Miyamoto Ying's pretty face and
left a note by the bedside. "Urgent matter, go home. Return in a few days. Please wait for me here. Yanzhi."
He knew that the effects of the drug on Miyamoto Ying had worn off and she would wake up soon. Unable to bear the pain of saying goodbye to her
, he left before she woke up. He knew Miyamoto Ying was highly skilled in martial arts, so he wasn't worried about anyone
harming her.
Not long after Du Yanzhi left, Miyamoto Ying woke up. Finding herself alone, she suddenly
felt a sense of bewilderment. She saw Du Yanzhi's note; having learned much about Chinese culture before her expedition to the Central Plains
, she could understand it. Looking up, she saw the wooden table in the small hut laden with
the meals Du Yanzhi had cooked for her over the past few days, and she was deeply moved. She put on her robe, and with a swift movement,
floated to the table like a ghost. Seeing the table full of food, she naturally thought of Du Yanzhi. She
lingered at the table for a while before sitting down to slowly savor the dishes Du Yanzhi had specially prepared for her.
Sword Tiger was a tall man; in terms of height, he was indeed somewhat similar to Lu Qicheng. His weapon
was also a longsword, a sword he had used since childhood.
Wu Xiaotian planned to occupy Suzhou City, and the vanguard he sent consisted of Sword Tiger and Loyal Tiger Ding Zhongxin
. Their mission was to find the mastermind behind Lu Qicheng and assassinate him. To avoid detection
, the two acted separately. Ding Zhongxin went to Suzhou City first to contact his subordinates planted in Lu's residence. Sword
Tiger brought up the rear, following closely behind with his three disciples.
That day, the four of them arrived at Tongli, a small town not far from Suzhou City. Seeing that
it was getting late, they decided to stay there for the night.
The four of them passed several inns, but Sword Tiger did not stop. After traveling for several days, Sword
Tiger's three disciples wanted to find a better inn to rest for the night. Unfortunately, Sword Tiger
disdained the several magnificent inns in front of him.
The four of them almost reached the inn before Sword Tiger stopped in front of one. His three disciples looked up and found it
to be a small, somewhat old inn. As soon as the four stood in front of the inn, a plump, fair-skinned waiter
came out to greet them.
The waiter, bowing obsequiously, urged them inside. "Guests," he said, "our inn may be small, but
our service is absolutely impeccable, and our rooms are absolutely clean. Our room rates are also absolutely fair!"
Swordblade Tiger remained unmoved by the waiter's string of absolutes, simply asking, "Give us two superior
rooms." One room was naturally for Swordblade Tiger himself, and the other for his three disciples to share.
It was already dusk, and his three disciples were hungry. Upon entering the inn, they immediately instructed the waiter to bring food
to their rooms. The four of them first gathered in Swordblade Tiger's superior room to eat together. After a short while, the waiter
brought over several pounds of beef, several cold dishes, and several ounces of wine.
As soon as the waiter entered with the food and wine, Swordblade Tiger stared intently at him. The waiter was obese and
moved with cumbersome movements, and Swordblade Tiger couldn't find anything suspicious about him.
After placing the food and wine
on the table, the waiter turned to leave. Swordblade Tiger suddenly called out to him, "Waiter, wait a moment!" The chubby waiter immediately turned around and asked with a smile, "What can I do for
you, sir?" Swordblade Tiger pointed to the food and wine on the table, "Take a bite of each one." The waiter looked bewildered, "Are you worried that these dishes won't
taste good, sir? No way! Our master chef's dishes are all top-notch!"
One of Swordblade Tiger's apprentices immediately put on a fierce look, "The master tells you to eat, so eat!
Stop nagging!" Hearing this, the waiter immediately
took a bite of each dish without saying a word. Swordblade Tiger pointed to the wine pot, indicating that he should taste it as well. The waiter immediately picked up the wine pot and
poured the wine into his large mouth.
Seeing that the waiter had tasted all the food and wine, Swordblade Tiger's apprentice waved him away. Just as the waiter turned to leave
, Swordblade Tiger called him back. "Wait!" The waiter had no choice but to stop again. "Sir, is
there anything else you need?"
Swordblade Tiger said calmly. "Just stand here for a while. Only leave when I tell you to." One of his
apprentices took a few copper coins from his pocket and stuffed them into the waiter's chubby hand. "Take this money. Listen to our master's
instructions and stay here obediently."
A full incense stick's time passed before Swordblade Tiger, seeing that the waiter was still perfectly normal, finally let him leave. Then
the four of them began their meal. The three apprentices thought to themselves, "Master is really too cautious. He had the waiter taste
the food and waited so long to make sure he wasn't poisoned before eating… He's truly a seasoned veteran!"
The four devoured the food on the table in a flash, and all but Swordblade Tiger
finished their wine. Swordblade Tiger, full, wanted to rest, but as soon as he stood up, his expression changed. "This is a shady inn! The
food and wine are still poisoned!" His three disciples were still bewildered.
It turned out that Swordblade Tiger possessed profound internal energy; as soon as he stood up, he felt a surge of poison within his body, immediately realizing that despite his
meticulous planning, he had been tricked. He immediately drew his longsword and rushed out of the main room, only to find the inn brightly
lit, with about a dozen men waiting outside. Standing among them was none other than the plump,
fair-skinned waiter.
Knowing he was in danger, Swordblade Tiger immediately used his internal energy to temporarily suppress the poison, then unleashed
a series of sword strikes at the vital points of the leaders. His three disciples, having also drawn their swords and shouted, charged forward. But who knew…
This group of people were skilled in martial arts, and for a time they fought the three disciples to a standstill.
Swordblade Tiger managed to wound several enemies with his sword. However, in his haste to injure them, he focused on using his internal energy to wield the sword,
thus reducing the amount of internal energy he had to suppress the poison. After wounding his sixth enemy, he suddenly felt a numbness throughout his body, and
his movements slowed.
The waiter, seeing his predicament, immediately attacked, his large, white hands conjuring dozens of palm
strikes. Swordblade Tiger snorted coldly; he was highly skilled and knew these were feints. Normally, he could easily deflect
them, but now he was somewhat powerless.
Swordblade Tiger's three disciples didn't have his level of internal energy, the poison had already taken effect, and their resistance
was lower than his; they were now powerless and at his mercy.
Swordblade Tiger thought he had no choice but to fight to the death, so he concentrated his remaining internal energy, roared, and
struck the waiter directly in the chest with his sword. His sword strike was unstoppable; the waiter's palm was slashed, and blood
splattered everywhere. Just as the waiter was about to die, a sudden pain shot through his chest, rendering him powerless to continue. The sword fell
, only managing to pierce the waiter's shoulder.
The waiter, seeing that Swordblade Tiger was exhausted, immediately endured the pain and struck his wrist. The poison
took effect, and Swordblade Tiger dropped his weapon. The waiter pressed his advantage, striking several
vital points on Swordblade Tiger's body, causing him to collapse to the ground.
The waiter laughed loudly, "No matter how high your martial arts are, after being poisoned by our Poison Dragon Valley's Ma Long San (a type of poison), you'll still obediently
fall asleep!" Swordblade Tiger, though his pressure points were sealed, could still speak, "So you're the poison people of Poison Dragon Valley!" The waiter
continued to laugh, "Hahaha! Let me teach you a lesson; you're now in the hands of the fat dragon of Poison Dragon Valley!" "We
've already laid a trap in Tongli. No matter which inn you stay at, our people will be waiting for you!"
Swordblade Tiger said hatefully. "Poison Dragon Valley is full of despicable villains, only knowing how to use underhanded tactics!" Fat Dragon kicked
him, sending him rolling. "Hmph! I'm good with poison, so what? If I don't explain clearly, you
'll never know how you got poisoned!"
Swordblade Tiger couldn't understand why, despite being so careful, he was still poisoned. "Despicable villain,
just say what you want to say!" Fat Dragon kicked Swordblade Tiger again. "Anyway, you're going to die soon, so I'll teach you one more lesson
! None of the food was originally poisonous; the poison was in my mouth. Every time I tasted it, the poison was mixed in
. This poison only becomes toxic after it dissolves. You old bastard deliberately made me wait so long before
I started eating, by which time the poison had completely dissolved. Hahaha!"
Swordblade Tiger was inwardly convinced, but his words remained defiant. "I, Swordblade Tiger, am truly unwilling to die by such despicable and vile means !
If you're a hero, then fight me with real skill!"
Fat Dragon knew that a real duel would only make him a victim of Swordblade Tiger's sword, so he dared not accept the challenge. "Anyone
who can still stand is a hero! Hahaha!" Swordblade Tiger spat, "Poison Dragon Valley is indeed full of
shameless scoundrels who only know how to use poison!"
Just then, a loud voice rang out in front of the inn, "Give him the antidote! Let me fight him
and let him die in peace!
"

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