【Springtime Armor Removal】

Preface
This is a book kept secret in the bag by the Master of Huohuo Hermitage. It is not something to be circulated widely. Since it is
a book kept secret in the bag, I have copied it by hand. It is kept secret in the bag. Why use it to bring disaster to the world? Because the depth of feeling
is enough to move people. However, if feeling is abundant but talent is insufficient, it is not enough to move people. Even with extraordinary talent but shallow feeling, one cannot
reach the profound. This book is not meant for the appreciation of poets and scholars. Simply understand the infatuation and bewilderment of love, and deeply touch the soul of those who feel it
. If a poet or scholar has extraordinary talent but shallow feeling, reading it will be enough to move their feelings. If a poet or scholar has shallow feeling but extraordinary talent,
reading it will be enough to move their feelings, so why keep it secret in the bag? It is a pity that the story is extraordinary but the writing is not, and therefore it is not
enough to be passed down. Some say it's mere fiction, a collection of obscure tales. It uses events to evoke thought, and even the most obscure things can move the heart.
So why confine it to a bag? How can it be kept secret? Therefore, I wrote this on the cloud above.
It is not merely a self-composed poem by the owner of the Maobo Huohuo Hermitage in the late autumn of the Zhaoyang Xieqiong period, but a poem written after the sun rises in the sky following the dismantling of the spring armor. Human
affairs arise, each event intricately unique, each astonishingly strange. This is the first kind of delightful pleasure in this world. Clouds and flowing
water can cleanse troubled thoughts; music and dance can inspire refined thoughts. Even those with wide eyes and upright noses cannot escape the common trappings of life. Beautiful women and charming children are like Bodhi and
Nirvana; renowned monks and high-ranking officials are like donkeys tethered by stakes. Only then can one truly appreciate their wonder. How wondrous! This is a kind of wonder, far beyond the ordinary
. Ah, such is the greatest joy! King Fuchai of Wu gave up the vast lands of Wu County to exchange for the unparalleled beauty
Xi Shi. His gain was too extravagant; he paid for it with the loss of his kingdom. Moreover, there have always been kingdoms that have not perished. Even now, people still speak of his pleasure. Pleasant indeed
! Pleasant indeed! A different kind of pleasure. Truly not ordinary pleasure. Extraordinary pleasure! Extraordinary pleasure! Wherein lies this extraordinary pleasure? Bird tracks in the clear sky.
Wind marks on still water. A complete transformation, the elixir is finished. Riding the white clouds, ascending to the imperial capital. Only then can one know. What appears in the "Disassembling Armor"
section is merely a remnant. Yet, upon reading it, one will surely find oneself striving in
the realm of the first extraordinary pleasure in the world.
Written three days after the full moon of the eighth month in the autumn of the year Wuzi by the Master of Huohuo Hermitage
. The beauty and ugliness of a person are largely predetermined by nature, not something that can be altered by later actions. Those with youthful faces and foul skin are judged by their appearance.
Those who are beautiful are admired by all. The preference for beauty over ugliness is a common human trait. But their true nature cannot be controlled by human effort
. Alas! Ugliness brings sorrow. Who knows the fickle nature of human affairs? Even in the midst of pleasure and joy, there
are those who suffer heartbreak and despair, like Wu Shen. Wu Shen, whose surname is Wu and given name is Shen, courtesy name Juntan, is from Wuyang. He has a
hunched face. Although he often dresses in bright colors and forces a low laugh, he has a somewhat uncouth air.
"His skin was as dark as a cauldron, his features as bright as a bronze bell. His pockmarks were like scratching, his cheeks like needles. His nose was drooping,
as if about to unleash a thunderbolt. His mouth was like a wolf's wrath. His small, five-foot frame resembled a monkey. His name was Shen Shen."
Wu Sheng's family had been pawnbrokers for generations, their wealth substantial. Now thirty-two, he was unmarried. His parents, still alive, had entrusted their household affairs to
him. They constantly lamented his lack of a spouse and spent a great deal of money hiring matchmakers to search for a wife. However, this was unsuccessful
. There was a reason for this: although the family was wealthy, they were very strict in their lending practices. Therefore, no lazy birds dared to offend him because of his stinginess and spread rumors of his ugliness. Thus, although they tried to arrange marriages through matchmakers, the public knew of his crudeness and foolishness, and 　　almost no one
agreed to the marriage .
Who knew that Wu Sheng, thirty-three years old, was still a naive young man. It happened to be the Qingming Festival, and he was lured
away by his younger cousin, Jin Sheng. He wandered aimlessly in the green alleys of the northern suburbs. The sky was clear, and the crowds were like ants. The air was
thick with the sounds of music and singing, and the peach blossoms were dazzling. He then went to a brothel. The building was magnificent, the furnishings neat, and the food and wine exquisite. While drunk, he sat there, the singers leading the way, offering smiles and pursuing pleasure. They played stringed instruments
and accompanied music, singing to the beat of clappers. It has been said since ancient times that prostitutes love beauty, and madams love money. This Wu Sheng, though he looked like a pawn, was still quite
well-dressed. Therefore, the madam, knowing he had money, flattered him, asking his name or address, offering warmth and seeking comfort.
She catered to his liking and avoided his dislikes, using affection to manipulate him, and thus, Wu Sheng never set foot in a brothel. On this day, I happened to have
the opportunity to frequent brothels. And so I discovered that such joy existed in the human world. As the sun set, courtesans lit lamps and set up
three tables. A few moments later, several brothel owners, each with stunning beauty, entered with light, graceful steps. Their eyes met mine, and my soul was captivated
. Having just drunk a few cups, I felt a mixture of joy and sorrow. I wondered how many men this vixen's den had bewitched. Then I thought, "I toil
away every day in business. Even if I were to become as wealthy as Tao Zhu or Bai Gui, I would be like a toad in a ditch, unable to appreciate the beauty of a swan
. How could I possibly live a decent life? Spring grass grows green, autumn flowers wither; life is but a short time. If I could have such beauties as my concubines, I would die
content." Lost in thought, I didn't realize it was past midnight. A maid entered the bedroom and guided me, her hand leading me in a winding path. He passed many
houses and came to a place that was quite magnificent. A landscape painting hung on the wall. An ancient bronze incense burner
sat on an incense table, burning fragrant wood. On either side of the table were desks displaying erotic books. The quilts and bedding were all made of brocade. He thought to himself, "Such splendor! Tonight,
even spending a few taels of silver wouldn't be a pity." So he pulled the brocade quilt under himself and lay down on his side. Behind him, a beautiful woman and a woman in green stood leaning
against the pillar, whispering to each other for a while. Wu Sheng peeked at them and hurriedly called for the woman in green, but the beautiful woman turned and walked away. The woman in green quickly
stopped her and whispered to her for a while. The beautiful woman hesitated and refused to lie down. Wu Sheng was puzzled and whispered to her to cool her down.
She didn't respond. She only held her silver hairpin and buried her head in her hands. The woman in green brought him hot tea. "This prostitute is so pretentious," he thought, his heart filled with longing. He whispered in
Wu Sheng's ear, "The prostitute has a lifelong liver ailment. She had a few drinks tonight and it flared up slightly. Therefore, she's been given special care
." He chuckled silently, waiting to drift off to sleep. "Don't be surprised, old man," he said. The beauty beside him exclaimed, "I never
drink! Are you drunk tonight? Don't you know the heart of a person? Too much talk!" The woman in green, annoyed, grabbed the gourd
and left. The beauty, without untying her belt, lay down to sleep fully clothed. They slumped to the east and west. After a short while, Wu Sheng, unable to contain his lust,
pulled the beauty towards him, wanting to make love. But the beauty, though seemingly in love, refused. The joyful night was too short,
the loneliness too long. As dawn broke, Jin Sheng urged him to return home. Wu Sheng reluctantly went home and went straight to the back room. He pondered for a long time.
Then he thought, "Why should I be heartbroken amidst the laughter and joy of fireworks?" He opened the mirror and looked at himself.
He tilted his head and looked again. His eyes were clear. He still found himself unbearable to look at. He threw the mirror away and sighed deeply. He sat there
listlessly, neglecting to eat or sleep. He became ill, his body stiff as a dove's, his appearance growing increasingly ugly. When he went out to market, women would cover their faces
and pass by. Children would cry in fright and run away, refusing to come out. Before he knew it, spring had ended and summer had passed. In the blink of an eye, it was the evening of the Qixi Festival in early autumn. Suddenly,
an idea arose. He rented a small boat, sat alone at the bow, gazed at the Eastern Sea, and rowed. About five or six li from the bay ahead, he burned incense, poured wine, and prayed to the heavens and the sun.
"My father and mother have never done anything wrong in their lives. Why then did they give me a disabled child? I was born according to my father and mother's wishes."
By day I toil, by night I toil. For over twenty years, I've always shared my true feelings with others. My nature is simple and honest, without the slightest
deception. Why then, at thirty-three, am I still a strange being in this world, not yet understanding human nature?
Oh, heavens! Oh, heavens! Alas! What can I do?
After praying, I collapsed in the boat. In my dream, I only heard the sound of raging winds and crashing waves. The sound ceased. I rose and found myself moored on
the shady side of a precious pond. I lifted my clothes and climbed to the sacred shore. The clear light was dazzling, the cold penetrating to the bone. The jade trees shone brightly, their branches drooping like jade. The precious herbs were fragrant and
delicate. Purple phoenixes and colorful luan birds chirped among them. This place was beyond the reach of humankind. Just now, my spirit was refreshed and my mind at ease. I stood there, gazing into the distance
. He walked on for about five or six li, until he came upon a magnificent palace, its splendor as if painted on a canvas. Two boys in green robes approached him and
said, "We are here by divine decree to speak to you." With that, they turned and ran, swift as the wind. Suddenly, they arrived at a
grand hall. Wu Sheng was startled. Looking up, he saw a dazzling light all around, as bright as day. His skin trembled, and his hair
stood on end. Suddenly, he heard the sound of jade pendants. Ten groups of celestial maidens, each with a bright jewel and trailing flowing robes, escorted a king out.
In the center was a white jade stool. The king leaned against it with a smile and ordered his maidens to convey his decree, inviting Wu Sheng to sit. Wu Sheng dared not
sit. He bowed deeply, prostrated himself on the ground, and chanted, "This ignorant and foolish commoner does not recognize His Majesty." I humbly beseech Heaven's mercy. Please
bestow your compassion. I, a crow, am filled with awe and fear. I gaze intently upon him. The king's crown and robes are disheveled, his eyes are blurred with drunkenness, and he resembles a
widow, his face contorted with nausea. A green-clad maidservant brings him white soup, while a crimson-clad maidservant pats his back. After a long while, the king speaks to me, saying, "Do you recognize this place and
know me? This is what the mortal world calls the Milky Way. I am the God of the River Drum. For many years I
have been with the daughter of the Spirit Star, but the Heavenly Emperor has always forbade it. Tonight, we meet again, and I drink to celebrate her first birthday, becoming thoroughly drunk. Just now I heard that you were publicly humiliated because of your unattractive appearance,
and I wept bitterly, uttering curses. But I see you, in your past life, you were born into a noble family, exceptionally intelligent and beautiful
, always radiant and dashing." He was arrogant and proud, having raped hundreds of women. Therefore, he is now suffering retribution,
rendered illiterate and ugly, with nothing to do. Now, having earnestly told me your story, I could not bear to see your confusion. So
I ordered a maid to bring a brush and write down several dozen characters. After writing, I said, "This is a wondrous technique from the heavenly immortals. I now bestow it upon you. Practice it and use it, and you will not
only know the pleasures of the mortal world but also gain the joy of the immortals." Wu Sheng received the letter, bowed respectfully, and, rousing his spirits,
asked how to use it. Suddenly, a loud voice boomed, and several celestial maidens came forward, reporting to the king, "The celestial maidens have been waiting for a long time
. Why does Your Majesty have pity on a foolish commoner from the mortal realm and not let your wife have any doubts?" They shook hands and led the way. The River God hurriedly descended from his seat,
saying... I was drunk for a long time and almost cancelled our meeting tonight. If you hadn't come to tell me, I feared I would have disappointed my wife. I turned and went inside.
Like a crow emerging from the palace gate, I took the path ahead and returned. The boat was there. I boarded and began to row. Suddenly, a
gust of wind swept through. (Liu) (Liu) In an instant, a thousand miles passed. Completely unrelated. In a moment, I was back where I had been. Looking up at the Milky Way, I saw a vast expanse of white silk. The bright
stars shone. I returned home. I quickly reached into my sleeve and took out a letter. The writing was like tadpoles, unreadable. I invited learned scholars
to read it, but none could decipher it. By chance, I met a monk from Wanfu Temple on the Rabbit Road. He showed it to me. I pondered it for a long time and finally translated it. I obtained the complete
text. It was Nuolong Fang. He wrote his spring prescription here to publish it. I practiced it and used it. A hundred battles a day, without losing my energy or spirit.
But this is merely a playful act in a celestial abode. Readers, believe it but do not mock it.
"Wild Woman's Mirror Seal. One."
"Ashiva's Male Handle. Two."
"Moha Bhaga. One Navel ." "
A Gourd-like Sparrow. One."
"A total of four ingredients, refined with sparrow meat, pounded three thousand times. The more it is pounded, the more divine
it becomes." That crow, besides the Fifth Sister's labor, had never experienced wondrous realms. Yet, having tasted its flavor for the first time, it gained the power to fish in
the mysterious abode, and suddenly felt great joy in the human world. Now, its description is recorded on the left.
"It is said that the penis moves constantly, while the vagina remains steadfast. What moves is easily penetrated, what remains steadfast is impure. To easily penetrate and yet impure is difficult.
Young men who engage in indecent acts do not merely seek pleasure through forceful intercourse; is this any different from using a gun? Furthermore, the vagina is inherently inclined to be secluded
and averse to yang; it prefers burial and dislikes probing. Even if its desires are slightly stirred, its shyness prevents it from being expressed. Even if it were to marry a beautiful widow,
if they were to meet by chance, they could not reach the realm of yin and yang, for the vagina remains impure. Thus, the matter of intercourse, with the penis penetrating the vagina, is difficult.
" It is a chaotic mass, a great joy in the human world. Its body is filled with yin essence, a wild, gushing ejaculation
. It is said there is a magical elixir that makes it stand licentiously, undulating. If a single dagger is applied, the old woman's desire ignites within, her lustful fluids overflowing. The virgin's menstrual blood rushes within,
her allure evident on the surface. Even a wanton prostitute takes it, forming a pair of lovebirds in the middle of the night, becoming inseparable for a moment. Can this be falsely claimed
? A virtuous and chaste woman is given it, falsely accused of being a widow. Regardless of whether the husband is ugly or handsome, or the size of the other, she recklessly desires to have intercourse.
There is a test ... Also. And when the plum blossoms are unfurled, the ripening of the melon is truly evident. How
much more so when the willows are withered and the flowers faded, accustomed to the ravages of wind and rain? Just then, she was given the medicine. A moment later, the medicine's effects penetrated her. Her mind wandered, her desires surged. She embraced him tightly, pulling and tugging forcefully. They kissed and cuddled for
a while. Then she undressed and took off her clothes. They snuggled together, crawling into bed. One, with delicate makeup and a frail appearance, seemed to be climbing the social ladder, a seductive
beauty meeting the King of Xiang. The other, with bright white teeth and dark eyebrows, seemed to be riding a crane and a phoenix, a beauty shrouded in mist. A poem testifies to this: The playful mandarin ducks were too infatuated
. The beauty of heaven and earth is concentrated in her brows.
What could compare to a night of passion? When flowers bloom and the moon shines over Wushan, at this moment, the effects of the drug intensify, and desire burns fiercely. Her cheeks flush
red, her lips dry, her anger uncontrollable, and her itching unbearable. Her snowy thighs are half-hidden, her spring flesh fully embraced. She knows she is fully aroused,
a hundred charms and a thousand allurements. In an instant, her desire is intense. So she gently caresses her soft jade, inhales her warm fragrance, lifts her slender waist, presses down on her thighs, and reaches out
to rub her pubic hair . Skin). Plump and greasy. Like an abalone swaying. Like a swollen mackerel. Tender orifices containing blossoms. Cockscomb slightly protruding. Not yet the
joy of a sudden downpour. Dewdrops drip. Wetting the thighs and soaking the red skirt. Then leaping up and straddling, hurriedly pinching the dust tail to the seam. Only to see
moths furrowing their brows. Seemingly shrinking in fear. It turns out that the medicinal energy went straight to the life gate. Drenched and mellow. Like musk and orchid. Fragrant and pungent
. So it is not applied (above). (Home, down: water). A deep thrust to the root. Only feeling the heat inside the vulva.
Tight and wrinkled. He lifted his buttocks and pressed his waist. Lotus arms hooked around shoulders. Almond lips met mouth.
Tongues sucked and smacked. Phoenix eyes opened and closed intermittently. Breathing heavily. Moaning incessantly. Crying out. Heart, liver, life, flesh. Just then, forcefully thrusting. Back and forth. In and
out. Tightly shooting (hairy) into the vulva's heart. Slowly stroking the glans and probing all around. A deep thrust... Bite. A shallow bite, like eating. One
pull, one thrust. Clang, clang, clang. A wild, jerky thud. About a hundred pulls. The vulva makes its own sound. A flood of lustful water.
Gushing forth. Its tender manner, its deep affection, is exceptionally skillful, beyond words to describe. Only then can one see his ability.
Alas, he has already lost it dozens of times. Hair falls, hairpins fall. Embroidered pillow is pushed aside. Brocade quilt is discarded. Fair body swells with grease. Ice-like skin flows with fluid.
Her face turned purple. Her eyes were red. Her passion surged even higher. She lifted Jinlian's leg and placed her on his shoulder. Gently and slowly, she thrust in and out
over five hundred times. In a blissful, intimate embrace, they rubbed and rubbed, finding it all incredibly pleasurable. At this moment, their lovemaking was a thousandfold, a
thousand kinds of enchanting pleasure. In the throes of passion, he was already filled with trepidation, his lips uttering soft moans. His voice trembled as he said, "My soul has already wandered
away." Indeed, "
Clasping breasts and intertwined thighs, heaven and earth are locked. Parting rain and stirring clouds, the sun and moon sink.
A pillow of phoenix and dragon, their love undiminished. Half a window of flowers and moonlight, their passion even deeper."
Their lovemaking was intense, their bodies deeply immersed in passion, each expressing their tender feelings.
[The End
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