Ten Scenery Satin 41-60

This post was last edited by icemen00 on 2014-10-3 05:23 . Ten Scenes of Silk
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... Ya cried out, "Second Brother, go away! I can handle this on my own!" Prince Chiwen laughed, "I'm not trying to help you, but it's a pity to kill such a beauty with your wild swords." As he spoke, he unleashed a palm strike , a move called "Seagulls Skimming the Waves," his palm technique light and mysterious, quite different . Lan Lingyu was caught off guard, unable to defend herself, and her injuries made it even harder for her to defend. Suddenly, Prince Chiwen's palms shot out from behind , his right palm across her neck, his left palm pressing against her "Lingtai" acupoint on her back. Lan Lingyu sighed, her right halberd knocked away by Prince Yawen. Prince Chiwen, having subdued Lan Lingyu, was extremely pleased with himself and laughed, "Third Master Lan's skills are remarkable, truly worthy of being a top-tier expert of the Heroine Manor. For a young lady, this is quite extraordinary..." As he spoke, his right palm gently caressed her delicate neck. Lan Lingyu angrily shouted, "Don't touch me!" Prince Chiwen replied ambiguously, " What's there to be angry about? There are plenty of others who will touch you later..." His right hand slowly moved towards her chest. Suddenly, a flash of sword light appeared, and Prince Chiwen caught sight of a figure rushing towards him. The figure was agile, yet the surprise attack was extremely powerful; three flashes of sword light entered his vision one after another. Prince Chiwen was startled and dodged, seeing that the newcomer was a graceful young girl with a short sword in her hand—it was Little Murong. Prince Ya, brandishing his sword, shouted, "Excellent swordsmanship! Are you also from the Heroines' Manor?" Little Murong raised her eyebrows and said, "No!" A-Ying, A-Sui, and A-Huan quickly protected Lan Lingyu. A-Sui picked up her double halberds and said, "Third Master , we are outnumbered. We must fight our way out as soon as possible." Lan Lingyu took back her weapons and, seeing Hua Xuan, Little Murong , and the two princes of the Dragon Palace locked in a fierce battle, pondered to herself, "How should I escape?" Suddenly, she heard a "clang" and Kang Chufeng's shout. It turned out that his iron flute had been cut in two by Wen Yuan's sword . Kang Qiyue played her pipa, sending four steel needles flying in quick succession. Wen Yuan caught them one by one with a swift movement of his left sleeve, laughing , "Since I've seen it once, this technique won't work anymore." He thought to himself, "This woman is truly despicable, setting up this dangerous trap again." Kang Chufeng, forced into a corner by Wen Yuan's swordplay, turned pale and cried out, "Sister, quickly play 'Mad Dream '!" Suddenly, four sharp cracking sounds rang out, and Wen Yuan thrust out his sword, slicing through the side of Kang Qiyue's pipa, severing all four strings at once. Kang Qiyue cried out in surprise and hurriedly dodged. The Kang siblings were in a sorry state when suddenly a cold and unusual voice rang out: "You two step back. " Wen Yuan's heart tightened, thinking, "It's Huang Zhonggui, is he going to make a move?" Huang Zhonggui slowly stepped forward, and Kang Chufeng and Kang Qiyue breathed a sigh of relief, quickly retreating to his side, kneeling and bowing their heads. Huang Zhonggui said, "Go and subdue the people from Jin Guo Zhuang. Don't fail again." His tone was icy, devoid of emotion, yet chilling to the bone. Wen Yuan suddenly felt uneasy, thinking to himself, "This person is extremely strange ; his actions and tone are lifeless. What kind of person is he?" The Kang siblings, upon receiving the order, rushed towards Lan Lingyu. The three maids, Ying Sui and Huan, eager to protect their mistress, each wielded a weapon and stood in front. Ying held a red-tasseled short spear, Sui held a sword, and Huan held a large ring-handled saber. The four, mistress and servants, each armed with swords, spears, and halberds, formed a seemingly unstructured battle formation, engaging the Kang siblings in a skirmish. The three maids were not highly skilled in martial arts, but their coordinated attacks and defenses were effective, making it difficult to injure the enemy, yet sufficient to protect themselves. The battle remained deadlocked for a time. Over there, Xiao Murong caught sight of Huang Zhonggui entering the fray and was shocked. She cried out, "Sister, quickly take care of these two ! Huang Zhonggui is about to make his move!" Hua Xuan was locked in fierce combat with Prince Ya'an. Hearing Xiao Murong's anxious tone, she was also worried about Wen Yuan's safety and immediately shouted, "Alright!" Her silver whip flashed as she used the " Melting Wind Style" of the Eight Directions Wind Rope. The movement was gentle and subtle, completely different from Prince Ya'an's fierce and aggressive swordsmanship . The gentle force gradually weakened the power of the Dragon Turning Sword. Seeing that Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong were not at a disadvantage, Wen Yuan focused his attention and prepared to counter. He pointed his longsword directly at Huang Zhonggui and assumed the stance of the Compass Sword. Huang Zhonggui walked forward step by step, his body seemingly rising in wisps of dust. In the blink of an eye, Huang Zhonggui leaped forward and was already in front of Wen Yuan. His left hand, with its five fingers bent into a claw, plunged down towards Wen Yuan's head, and a chilling aura rushed down first. Wen Yuan was secretly shocked: "This man is incredibly fast! " He stepped back, his sword flashing, but Huang Zhonggui dodged it with a swift turn, then launched another claw attack. Before the first claw even arrived, another appeared, each claw faster than the last, the moves ruthless. This series of "Dismemberment Claws" could shatter bones, and those struck would die a gruesome death. Wen Yuan hadn't been hit yet, but he saw Huang Zhonggui's claws attacking his joints with unparalleled ferocity, the force so sharp it made the wind howl, a truly terrifying sight. Wen Yuan was terrified. He tightened his swordplay, adhering strictly to the rules, thinking: "A preemptive strike is difficult; I must adopt a defensive stance first. " Suddenly, a chilling glint appeared in Huang Zhonggui's eyes. He brought his right hand together, his five fingers forming a knife-like motion, and swiftly slashed at Wen Yuan's sword. In that instant, a scene Wen Yuan could hardly believe unfolded. Huang Zhonggui met the attack with his palm, and the sword , surprisingly, made a soft "clang" as it was sliced in half by his bare hand, the cut smooth as if it had been cleaved by a fine sword, while Huang Zhonggui's hand remained completely unharmed. The disciples of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect cheered, shouting, "Huang Zunshi's divine skill is invincible!" Little Murong, while fighting with the Chiwen Prince, also witnessed this move and was greatly shocked, shouting, "Don't let his palm touch you, that's the 'Taiyin Blade'!" Wen Yuan's longsword was cleaved by the hand blade, and he was indescribably astonished , thinking to himself , "Is Huang Zhonggui truly invulnerable to blades and spears? The 'Taiyin Blade' seems to be a pure Yin skill, yet it's so powerful!" Huang Zhonggui showed no joy on his face, remaining expressionless, as he attacked with the Taiyin Blade and the Fragmented Claw . Wen Yuan's mind raced. He thought to himself, "His moves are powerful; it'll be difficult to defend against him. I'll have to fight him! " His broken sword flew out, and his palms danced as he lunged forward. Huang Zhonggui deflected the broken sword with a palm strike, then his left hand clawed at Wen Yuan's chest, concealing a hidden, sinister force. If struck, Wen Yuan's ribs would instantly shatter. Wen Yuan was taking a risky gamble.

He slightly shifted his body, his claws narrowly missing Huang Zhonggui's chest, and risking the danger, he darted to Huang Zhonggui's
left side, where he momentarily opened a gap, and struck Huang Zhonggui's chest with a palm strike.
The blow landed squarely on Huang Zhonggui's chest with superior internal energy from the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique. Unexpectedly, Huang Zhonggui glanced at him, and his right palm,
wielding the Taiyin Blade, suddenly lashed down with a sharp and chilling force. Wen Yuan was startled, landing with a thud to barely dodge the attack.
When he looked at Huang Zhonggui, he saw that he was completely unharmed; the palm strike seemed to have failed to injure him in the slightest. Wen Yuan suddenly recalled Ren Jianqing's
words: "...That Huang Zhonggui, you could call him a demon from hell. I kicked him
three times and struck him with a palm, and he withstood it all. I was struck by his palm and couldn't withstand it, almost
losing my life ."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a chill: "Is he really that terrifying?" Suddenly, a cold wind swept over him, and
Huang Zhonggui silently rushed forward, his Taiyin Blade slashing out, accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound, terrifying and
horrifying. Wen Yuan tried his best to dodge, the Taiyin Blade missing its mark, then immediately turning to block. Huang Zhonggui's moves were
fluid his blade strikes unpredictable and continuous, accompanied by a chilling wind. Wen Yuan was completely unable to counter it, and could only do his best to dodge and
weave. Suddenly, a sense of fear gripped him: "Is he really human? What kind of martial arts is this?"
Little Murong and Hua Xuan were extremely anxious, breaking free from the entanglement of Chiwen and Yayi, and rushed to his rescue.
Huang Zhonggui glanced casually, his hands brimming with the power of the Taiyin Blade, and said, "You're Little Murong,
where ?" Little Murong steadied himself and shouted, "I don't know!"
He brandished his short sword, his movements swift and unpredictable, unleashing the "Rainbow Feather Robe Sword," a dazzling display of sword light as he launched a fierce attack. Hua Xuan's silver whip whipped up wind and thunder, displaying
the swiftness and power of the "Kaifeng Style" to its fullest extent, as he launched a series of attacks against Huang Zhonggui.
Wen Yuan and the other two joined forces in their attack, but Huang Zhonggui remained calm, his hands brimming with the power of the Taiyin Blade. His face was clouded with
gloom, but his eyes blazed with murderous intent. With a flick of his left wrist, he grabbed the tip of Hua Xuan's whip, sending a burst of Yin energy flying towards it. Hua
Xuan suddenly felt a chill, her body trembled, and she couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!" Her inner strength gave way, and the silver whip
swung violently, clanging loudly. Large pieces of silver beads on the whip flew off, and the whip itself
was shattered by Huang Zhonggui's Yin energy. The silver whip was instantly destroyed by his grasp.
Seeing Hua Xuan trembling uncontrollably, Wen Yuan exclaimed, "Junior Sister, what's wrong?" Hua Xuan trembled, "So...
so cold...I can't move..." Suddenly, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground. Wen Yuan was shocked and rushed to help her,
but unexpectedly the Taiyin Blade slashed from behind, striking her in the back. A sharp pain shot through Wen Yuan's back, and in an instant, he felt
dizzy and the world go dark. A chilling aura, like ancient ice, penetrated his internal organs, and his body felt as if it were being torn apart. He slowly lay down on the ground, a large tear appearing
in his clothes, from which blood gushed forth.
When the two princes, Chiwen and Yaqi, saw Huang Zhonggui's profound skill, they were also shocked. Prince Yaqi
shook said, "Incredible! I don't know when I will be able to reach this level of martial arts."
Lan Lingyu and the others fought with the Kang siblings, but they were still deadlocked. Seeing Hua Xuan and Wen Yuan fall to the ground one after another,
they were both surprised and anxious, wondering what would happen to Xiao Murong.
Xiao Murong and Murong Xiu had faced Huang Zhonggui many times before, and knew that Huang Zhonggui's martial arts were terrifying, and that he was also
extremely dreadful. Wen Yuan was certain he couldn't handle him, and she herself couldn't withstand him either. Fear
gripped her , and she whispered, "If you want to find my elder brother, I... I can get him to come." Huang Zhonggui coldly replied, "
Very well, you have a signal, so release it now."
Xiao Murong took out a small metal tube, secretly calculating, and said, "If you want to settle this, you can't let
these people interfere." Huang Zhonggui remained expressionless and said, "Don't say anything more, bring Da Murong here,
or I'll kill you first."
Xiao Murong gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I'm releasing the signal!" She pressed a certain spot on the tube, but instead of throwing it,
she slammed it to the ground. "Bang bang bang!" A series of explosions followed, green light scattered, and smoke filled the air. Everyone screamed in alarm
. Xiao Murong didn't dare hesitate for a moment and threw the signal tubes in all directions. The explosions were incessant, and the entire backyard was
filled with green smoke and fire, obscuring visibility.
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=== ... Huang Zhonggui swept his sleeve, instantly clearing the smoke and fire within a ten-foot radius in front of him, revealing that Xiao Murong, Wen Yuan, and Hua Xuan were all gone. Soon after, the smoke dissipated, and Lan Lingyu and the others had also taken the opportunity to escape. Kang Chufeng and Kang Qiyue were ashen-faced, at a loss for what to do. The Prince of Chiwen extinguished the smoke and hurriedly climbed onto the roof to look out. Seeing many hoofprints beyond the woods outside the courtyard, he angrily shouted, "Those girls and that boy went to the back mountain! Let's chase after them!" He then climbed down from the roof, mounted his horse, and led the way. The others, having fallen for Xiao Murong's trick, were furious and wanted to give chase as well. Huang Zhonggui suddenly said, " Wait! Kang Chufeng, Kang Qiyue, you two stay here and investigate the situation in the shop thoroughly. Don't be careless . If the Deng brothers are dead, burn this place down tomorrow and leave no trace." The Kang siblings immediately knelt down and said in unison, "We will obey Your Excellency's orders." Only then did Huang Zhonggui mount his horse and lead his men in pursuit, without stopping. Kang Chufeng sighed and said, "We failed to catch Tong Wanhu earlier, and now we haven't been able to capture Lan Lingyu . I wonder what Your Excellency will do with us when we get back?" Kang Qiyue said, "What else can we do? Let's check the shop first. If there's nothing unusual, let's burn it down." The two siblings looked around and found nothing amiss. They immediately set the shop on fire and hurriedly left. The two were only focused on following Huang Zhonggui and the others, so they were careless in their investigation and never expected that Xiao Murong and Wen Yuan were hiding in the shop. As the fire raged, Xiao Murong quickly helped Wen Yuan outside the shop. Seeing that the Kang siblings were already far away , she breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself, "What a stroke of luck!" Xiao Murong had used smoke to confuse the enemy and facilitate her escape, but she couldn't save Wen Yuan and Hua Xuan alone . So, she took a risk, breaking the horses and letting them charge outside, leaving tracks to distract the enemy, while hiding Wen Yuan and Hua Xuan inside the shop. Although her plan worked, she ended up hiding Wen Yuan inside the shop.

Afterwards, she tried to sneak into the backyard to rescue Hua Xuan, but she was nowhere to be found. Lan Lingyu and the others were also gone, and
the smoke had gradually dissipated. She thought to herself, "It seems that Hua Xuan has escaped as well. That's good. I need to
settle him down first."
While the Kang siblings were searching, Xiao Murong carried Wen Yuan and dodged unnoticed. She thought to herself, "
Huang Zhonggui is really cautious. It's a pity he sent two guys who only know how to mess around. What good are they?" Fortunately,
the two of them escaped a disaster.
Xiao Murong helped Wen Yuan to a bush nearby and gently laid him down. She looked down at the wound on his back.
Huang Zhonggui's slash was extremely powerful, but fortunately, Wen Yuan's internal strength was profound, which deflected most of the sharp blade energy
. The external injury was not serious and had not reached his spine. However, his internal injuries were extremely severe. Huang Zhonggui's Taiyin internal
energy was unparalleled in the martial arts world, being both extremely Yin and cold
. Wen Yuan's meridians were both injured by the Yin energy, and his breath was weak. Xiao Murong checked his pulse and found it extremely disordered and weak. She was anxious and thought to herself, "No matter what, I must save you
. You...you must not die!"
She tore open Wen Yuan's shirt, applied wound medicine, and bandaged the wound on his back. Xiao Murong leaned against a
pine tree , letting Wen Yuan lie gently in her arms. She placed her hands on Wen Yuan's dantian and slowly transferred her own internal energy
to help him heal. The Taiyin internal energy rebounded, and Xiao Murong's body trembled. She was also somewhat unable to withstand it and had to rest after
circulating her energy for a while.
After repeating this for an hour, Xiao Murong's internal energy was greatly depleted, and she was very tired. Just as she was about to doze off
, she suddenly felt Wen Yuan's body move slightly. Xiao Murong was overjoyed and whispered, "Hey, are you awake?"
Wen Yuan slowly opened his eyes and, seeing it was Xiao Murong, whispered, "Xiao Yin, are you alright?"
Xiao Murong hugged him tightly, resting her face on his shoulder, and whispered, "I'm fine, but you're
seriously injured. Does your wound hurt?" Wen Yuan circulated his qi slightly and felt his blood and qi flowing unevenly, a dark force churning and surging throughout
his meridians . He smiled bitterly and said, "The external injuries are alright, but the internal injuries are more serious." He struggled to sit up
and asked, "Where is Junior Sister?"
Xiao Murong said, "Perhaps she escaped with Miss Lan and the others." She then briefly
recounted their escape. Wen Yuan remained silent, thinking, "Huang Zhonggui's skills are
truly unfathomable. Junior Sister and Miss Lan are no match for him. I wonder if they are safe?" Thinking of Huang Zhonggui's astonishing "Taiyin Blade"
technique, he couldn't help but feel both admiration and worry.
Seeing his deep worry, Xiao Murong feared his injuries might worsen and gently comforted him, "Don't worry,
heal your wounds quickly, and then we'll go find them together." Wen Yuan said, "That's right, Huang Zhonggui is probably
also going to attack Jin Guo Zhuang. We must hurry to help."
As soon as Wen Yuan finished speaking, Xiao Murong's face suddenly changed drastically, showing extreme fear. She whispered, "No
... don't fight Huang Zhonggui anymore. He... you know how terrifying his martial arts are. You'll be killed.
" Wen Yuan said, "He is very powerful, but if we don't deal with him, Jin Guo Zhuang might not be able to withstand it..."
Xiao Murong's heart tightened, and she leaned forward, pressing her cherry lips tightly against Wen Yuan's. Wen Yuan was stunned, unable to finish
his sentence , and gently returned Xiao Murong's kiss. Little Murong cupped his cheeks, gave him a deep kiss, then
gazed into Wen Yuan's eyes and whispered, "You're no match for him now, please... don't fight him, okay? I
'm scared... I'm scared you'll die..." As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears, and she was about to cry.
Wen Yuan gently embraced Xiao Murong and said softly, "Why are you crying? I'm still alive and well."
Xiao Murong's shoulders trembled, and he whispered, "His skill is not just this; even my elder brother couldn't defeat him.
How can you fight him?" Wen Yuan said, "Well, Brother Murong can't beat Huang Zhonggui either...
How much ?"
Xiao Murong sighed, "My elder brother is proud and arrogant, and he refuses to admit defeat, but... my elder brother and I
have fought Huang Zhonggui together many times, and we haven't been able to hurt him at all." Wen Yuan pondered to himself, thinking, "Neither
the young nor the old Murong can do anything to Huang Zhonggui. I wonder how Brother Ren is doing against him? Someone has to be able to subdue him."
Xiao Murong leaned against Wen Yuan's chest and whispered, "You... don't be too stubborn." Wen Yuan smiled
slightly and said, "Yes, sir." "..." Little Murong said reproachfully, "Stop grinning like that, I'm really
worried about you. Hua and I are so young, you don't want us to be widows so early, do you?"
Wen Yuan patted Little Murong's shoulder and laughed, "Don't talk nonsense, how could I bear to?"
Little Murong blinked and smiled sweetly, "You can't bear to? Hmm, I'd like to know, just how much do you
like us?" Wen Yuan laughed, "How should I put it? And how much do you like me?" Little Murong's
eyes darted around, and she laughed, "At least, I love you more than you love me." Wen Yuan laughed, "
How do you know?"
Little Murong tilted her head slightly and said, "You're thinking about four or five girls at once, your mind is scattered,
but I only love you, of course I love you more." She then revealed a teasing expression. Wen Yuan blushed
and said, "When did I ever like four or five girls?" Little Murong chuckled and said, "Of course
you did ! If you take me and Hua Jia's sister, then there's Zi Yuan, Xiao Feng, and now there's Lan
. Those three maids are all quite pretty too; maybe you've taken a liking to them as well. Okay, that makes at least
eight, and you still won't admit it?"
Wen Yuan couldn't help but laugh and said, "Xiao Feng serves Zi Yuan; why are you thinking about her too
? And why am I thinking about Lan and the others?" Little Murong smiled and said, "Don't you think so?" Wen Yuan said, "
Of course not." Little Murong raised her eyebrows and said, "Fine, then why don't you go to Jin Guo Zhuang?" "What are you doing?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Yuan had a sudden inspiration and laughed, "After all that, it turns out you're worried about this."
Xiao Murong's face flushed red, and she chuckled softly, "How could I not be worried? If you have a few more female confidantes
, be careful your junior sister doesn't get jealous, and I'll be in trouble too." Wen Yuan kissed her cheek and whispered,
"We're going to Jin Guo Zhuang to take care of important business, don't overthink it. Even if there are hundreds of girls in Jin Guo Zhuang,
I don't care."
Xiao Murong was overjoyed, her face beaming with smiles, and she whispered, "That's good! Don't talk too much now
, getting better is the most important thing." As she spoke, she went behind him again, wanting him to lean against her.
Wen Yuan said, "Xiao Yin, you're tiring yourself out like this. I can just
lie on my side on the ground." Xiao Murong replied, "You're the one who's tired! You have a back injury and can't lie on the ground. What's wrong with me taking care of you?"
She leaned against a tree, letting Wen Yuan rest against her, and gently hugged him.
At this moment, Wen Yuan's wound pressed against Xiao Murong's chest; it felt soft and yielding, and although she didn't feel pain, it wasn't...
Jin was somewhat unsettled. Suddenly, he felt someone gently breathing on his ear, making it even harder for him to contain himself. He called out, "Xiao Yin,
stop fooling around!" Xiao Murong's voice was sweet and coquettish as she laughed, "Are you feeling unwell?" Wen Yuan said, "I need to
circulate my internal energy to heal my injuries. You're distracting me." Xiao Murong chuckled and said, "I know!
" She only hoped that Wen Yuan's injuries would heal, so she stopped being mischievous and simply held him quietly.
After half an hour, Wen Yuan's spirits lifted slightly. Worried about the whereabouts of Hua Xuan and the others, the two found a main road and
hired a mule cart to head north. Wen Yuan secretly circulated his internal energy, but his true energy was stagnant. This internal injury was truly severe. Afraid that
Xiao Murong worry, he didn't say much and silently continued his practice.
After traveling for several days, they arrived in the Kaifeng area that night and stayed at an inn. The wound on Wen Yuan's back was gradually healing, but his internal injuries
were recovering very slowly. His Taiyin internal energy was repeatedly stimulated, neither suppressed nor dispelled. Little Murong was anxious and tried to heal him
day and night , but to little avail.
Wen Yuan calmed himself and repeatedly circulated his Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, but it was still ineffective. Little Murong sighed, "
It's a pity that my elder brother isn't here, otherwise, with his help, it would be much faster." Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Healing shouldn't be rushed
. With slow and steady cultivation, he will eventually recover." He comforted Little Murong, but in his heart, he couldn't help but worry: "
At this rate, even if we get to Jin Guo Manor, I'm afraid we won't be able to help. If my junior sister is in danger, we won't be able to rescue her
. What should we do?"
However, their anxiety only fueled their worry, and the two of them were at a loss for what to do. Wen Yuan casually picked up the Wenwu Seven-Stringed Zither, plucked
the strings , and said, "It's been several days since I've played a proper piece. Xiao Yin, what tune would you like to hear?" Xiao Murong laughed
, "I don't know anything about music, just play yours, I'll definitely clap for you." Wen Yuan laughed, "Then
it's better not to clap." He then began to play "Divine Transformation Melody" with both hands, the clear sound of the zither
soothing his heart.
At this time, his internal injuries were severe, and he only added a little internal force to his fingers, but he was familiar with the Wenwu Seven-Stringed Zither
and knew how to control the strings. Even with only a little internal force, he played it perfectly.
As he played, the strings still reflected the internal force he had applied wave after wave. Suddenly, his internal energy
surged a wave of yin energy vibrated from the strings. With a loud "clang," Wen Yuan's body trembled, and the zither music stopped abruptly.
Xiao Murong was startled and quickly stepped forward to support Wen Yuan, whispering, "What's wrong? Is your internal injury acting up
?" Wen Yuan shook his head, closed his eyes and remained silent, pressing his hands on the strings of his zither.
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=== ... After a few notes were played, the Yin energy within his body was immediately drawn by the force of the strings, flowing towards his fingertips. The Yin energy was incredibly powerful; though it reached his fingers, it couldn't be expelled from his body. Even if it were to be slowly , it would require profound internal cultivation. Wen Yuan and Xiao Murong were no match for Huang Zhonggui; even with their combined efforts, they struggled to make any progress. However, at this moment, as the Yin energy gathered at his fingers, the strings sensed the change in finger force and generated a similar force, clashing against each other to try and align with the finger techniques. Wen Yuan felt the Yin energy increasing on the strings and thought, "This Yin energy is extremely similar to the Yin energy I've been exposed to; it must be trying to cure me." The two Yin energies pressed against each other, one outside the fingers, the other inside. Wen Yuan felt his ten fingers unbearably cold, as if immersed in ice. The two streams of Yin energy intertwined and churned, gradually merging into one, flowing freely . Wen Yuan's spirits lifted, and his inner energy surged within his dantian. Taking advantage of the moment when the yin energy was concentrated in his ten fingers, he smoothly circulated it throughout his body's meridians. With no yin energy to obstruct his flow, his inner strength immediately flowed freely. As his ten fingers plucked and thrust, the yin energy was gradually released into the strings of the zither. The zither strings were not the meridians of the human body, so the inner energy could not reside there. With each pluck the yin energy was continuously sent out, and "The Song of the South Wind" became smoother and smoother to play. Little Murong, listening from the side, also felt a gentle breeze blowing, warm and comfortable in her body and mind. As the zither music gradually slowed down, Wen Yuan let out a clear whistle. When the music reached its final note, the lingering sound was also completely dissipated. It was as easy as water flowing into a channel. With all the obstructions in Wen Yuan's meridians gone and his true energy flowing freely, he was both surprised and delighted, rising to his feet and exclaiming, "Wonderful !" Seeing his joy, Xiao Murong asked excitedly, "Is it truly effective?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Of course it 's effective , and its effect is miraculous." Xiao Murong asked , "So, it can dispel Huang Zhonggui's chilling internal energy?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "It's completely gone." Xiao Murong was taken aback and said, "So fast?" Wen Yuan nodded with a smile. Xiao Murong reached out and plucked the string , but no sound came out. He exclaimed in surprise, "This zither is truly strange." Wen Yuan said, "To produce a sound, you must use your internal energy." Xiao Murong channeled his true energy into his fingers and plucked the string. Unexpectedly, the string vibrated sharply, producing a "clang," and the recoil was unexpectedly strong. Xiao Murong felt a sharp pain in his finger and cried out, "Ouch!" He quickly withdrew his hand; his right arm was already numb and sore from the shock. Wen Yuan exclaimed, "What happened?" Little Murong shook her hand and scolded, "It's all your fault! You didn't tell me the zither was vibrating so badly, my hand is numb." Wen Yuan laughed, "If you can't play the zither, there's nothing I can do . It's best not to touch it. Are you hurt?" Little Murong stuck out her tongue and laughed, "Almost, I'm not hurt. This treasure of your sect isn't something everyone can use." Wen Yuan regulated his breathing for a while and said, "Although Huang Zhonggui's yin energy has been neutralized, my internal injuries haven't fully healed . I'll play the zither for a while to heal." Little Murong said, "Playing the zither also consumes your internal energy, right? Don't overexert yourself ." Wen Yuan smiled and said, "I'll be careful." Then he continued to choose a piece to play. Whether it's martial arts or zither skills, both require diligent study to achieve mastery. The subtle variations in zither playing are beyond the comprehension of anyone but a master. Although the Seven-Stringed Qin (a seven-stringed zither) is a rare treasure for cultivating internal energy, it requires mastery of playing techniques to be effective. Just as a sword that can cut through iron like mud needs profound swordsmanship to reveal its sharpness, Ren Jianqing passed the qin to Wen Yuan not only because they were kindred spirits, but also because Wen Yuan had a solid foundation in martial arts and was skilled in playing the qin.

" He's talented, and young, with potential for great things," Wen Yuan thought. Even though he didn't know Wen Yuan was his nephew, he still generously gifted him the zither.
Wen Yuan focused intently, repeatedly playing various melodies. As the meaning of the music changed, his internal energy also shifted dramatically
. His cultivation method had transcended the "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique," yet it flowed smoothly without any problems. The artistic conception of the music
arose from his heart and naturally did not contradict his own state.
During these several days of travel, Wen Yuan played the zither daily, his energy flowing with the music, achieving twice the result with half the effort. Within a few days,
his internal injuries were completely healed. Seeing that his spirits had returned, Xiao Murong was delighted. That day, she smiled at him and said, "Hey, your zither
is so useful, how come you haven't mastered the unparalleled martial arts yet?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "It's not
that easy. While the Seven-Stringed Zither can help me heal, using it for martial arts practice is another matter entirely; it requires a lot of effort
."
Xiao Murong said, "When we get to Jin Guo Manor, you'll encounter Huang Zhonggui again. Even though your injuries have healed
, you still won't be able to defeat him in a fight. What do you plan to do?" "What should we do?" Wen Yuan pondered for a moment, then sighed, "There's
nothing we can do. Although my internal strength has improved much faster through playing the zither and practicing martial arts
, internal skills are developed slowly. It's impossible to reach the same level as Huang Zhonggui in just ten or twenty days, is it?"
Little Murong understood this as well, and sighed inwardly, saying, "Well, I just hope my elder brother and your
Uncle Ren can arrive in time. Maybe we can fight Huang Zhonggui together." Wen Yuan nodded, secretly
pondering how to win. The two traveled north, avoiding main roads and choosing side paths, heading straight for Ji territory.
Meanwhile, Lan Lingyu and her group had escaped from the shop during the chaos that day, unaware that Little Murong had already led Wen Yuan
into the shop. Although Hua Xuan was affected by the Taiyin internal energy, it was only the residual force from Huang Zhonggui shattering the silver whip, and the impact was not significant
. He managed to move by forcefully activating his internal energy. Seeing that Wen Yuan and Xiao Murong were nowhere to be seen, he was at a loss,
thinking, "Have Sister Murong and Senior Brother Wen escaped? I have to catch up."
He climbed over the backyard wall and saw Lan Lingyu and the other three mounting their horses to leave. He hurried forward and called out, "
Sister Lan, have you seen my senior brother and the others?" Lan Lingyu knew this was a good opportunity to escape and dared not delay,
whispering, "Get on your horses first, they'll be alright!" Hua Xuan remembered that Wen Yuan had been stabbed by Huang Zhonggui and was
extremely anxious . He shouted, "You go, I need to find my senior brother!" and turned to return to the backyard.
Lan Lingyu was shocked and quickly pulled Hua Xuan back, saying, "Miss Murong is not injured, she will save
Brother Wen. Don't go to your death, hurry!" Hearing this, Hua Xuan, though worried, had no choice but to mount his horse and
flee.
The horses that Xiao Murong had scattered galloped off in all directions, taking different paths. Hua Xuan and the others rode for dozens of miles
without being caught, until they reached a fork in the road in a forest. Lan Lingyu, slightly out of breath, said, "Aying, Asui,
and Ahuan, the three of you go to the left. Once you reach the town, change your clothes immediately and hurry back to Jin Guo Manor. Miss Hua,
you come with me this way. After we avoid those bandits, we'll find a way to find your senior brother and Miss Murong."
Aying said, "Third Master, you and Miss Hua are both injured. I'm afraid you'll be in danger." Lan Lingyu said
, "It's easy to be discovered in a crowd. I only suffered minor injuries, it's nothing serious. You all go back quickly, remember to
disguise yourselves. Their target is me, they won't remember your appearance too clearly, but you still need to be careful."
Aying and the other two girls agreed in unison and rode off.
Lan Lingyu said to Hua Xuan, "Miss Hua, let's go too!" Hua Xuan asked, "Then...
how do we find Senior Brother Wen and Sister Murong?" Lan Lingyu replied, "We can search for them once we reach a safe place.
If Huang Zhonggui catches up with us, it will be difficult to escape." Hua Xuan had no choice but to follow her advice and said,
"That's the only way." In a glance, he noticed that Lan Lingyu's face was flushed and her hair was damp with sweat. Her
expression was somewhat strange, and he felt concerned. He asked, "Sister Lan, are you badly injured? You seem very tired." Lan Lingyu , "
Well... it's nothing. Let's go!"
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=== ... Lan Lingyu frowned, thinking to herself, "This horse was taken from those thieves. They arrived at Dengjiadian early this morning, so they must have traveled all night. Naturally, the horse couldn't keep up." Just as she thought of this, the horse she was riding knelt down on the ground. Lan Lingyu dismounted, sighed, and said, "The mount is exhausted. Let's continue our journey ourselves. " Hua Xuan also dismounted, patted the horse's neck, and said, "Horses, horses, rest here for a while before heading back to the mountains!" Seeing Lan Lingyu about to start walking, he followed, saying, "Sister Lan, wait for me!" Lan Lingyu wiped her sweat and said, "Hurry up." Hua Xuan quickly caught up, and looking at Lan Lingyu, he saw that her cheeks were flushed and her lips were tightly closed, as if she was enduring something . He was taken aback and asked, "Sister Lan, what's wrong?" Lan Lingyu tilted her head slightly and said, "I...I'm fine." But her voice was slightly breathless. Hua Xuan noticed that although Lan Lingyu was walking quickly, she was walking with a slight limp, and he became suspicious. He looked at her feet and suddenly noticed some water stains on her trousers. Hua Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and she whispered, "Sister Lan!" Lan Lingyu asked , "What is it now?" Hua Xuan blushed and stammered, "You...you seem to be wet down there ." Lan Lingyu was startled, then deeply ashamed. Her body swayed, her legs suddenly went weak, and she weakly grabbed a bamboo pole, almost falling. Hua Xuan exclaimed, "Sister Lan, you...you..." In the previous battle, Lan Lingyu had already been extremely aroused by the small twigs. Riding on horseback, the bumpy and the saddle constantly piercing the twigs deep into her body were unbearable. Several times she almost cried out, but she forcibly suppressed it. At this moment, Hua Xuan's words revealed the truth, and Lan Lingyu felt a sudden panic. Her body immediately gave way, and she could only barely stand. She tried to calm her breathing and whispered, "Miss Hua, please come here for a moment." Hua Xuan approached , helped Lan Lingyu up, and said softly, "Sister Lan, you're too tired from fighting, take a rest." Lan Lingyu leaned against the bamboo and slowly sat down on a stone in front of a green bamboo stalk, her face flushed, and whispered, " I can't take it anymore... Miss Hua, can you do me a favor?" Hua Xuan asked, "What favor ?" Lan Lingyu pulled Hua Xuan's hand and whispered, "Sit down in front of me." Hua Xuan sat down, feeling puzzled, when she suddenly saw Lan Lingyu reach out to undo her belt. This action made Hua Xuan flustered, her face turning red, and she quickly restrained her hands, saying, "Sister Lan... "

"Sister, what are you doing?" Lan Lingyu lowered her head and remained silent, her chest heaving
.
She sighed, "Miss Hua, this is something I'm ashamed to share, and I shouldn't be asking you for help, but... but I really can't take it anymore..." Hua Xuan was completely bewildered and asked, "What exactly happened?" Lan
Lingyu raised her head, but her eyes looked elsewhere. Her face was flushed with embarrassment
as she whispered, "I... I have... there's a small twig inside me that I can't get out. Could you please help me get it out?" As she spoke, she pointed to between
her legs .
Hua Xuan froze for a moment, then blushed deeply. She stood up and exclaimed, "How...how could
such a thing happen? Sister Lan, don't tease me..." Lan Lingyu said anxiously, "Why would I lie to you? I...
why would I joke about something like this?"
Hua Xuan thought it was a good idea, but still couldn't believe it. She squatted down and asked, "How
could you have gotten that thing inside?" Lan Lingyu thought of what Murong Xiu had done to her and felt both ashamed
and angry. She whispered, "This is a bit difficult to say, Miss Hua. Please don't ask now. I'll tell you later, okay
?"
Hua Xuan twirled a strand of hair at her temple, unsure of what to do. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I...
I don't know if I can get it out. I'll just try." Lan Lingyu nodded and whispered, "It's alright. It
's better ...better than letting it torment you like this." She then loosened her belt, and her lower garments
were half-undone, revealing a patch of damp, fine hair that shone through her rosy skin.
Although both were young girls, it was still incredibly embarrassing to let outsiders explore one's private parts.
Lan Lingyu leaned against the green bamboo, her legs parted, her alluring vulva bathed in sunlight, appearing exceptionally beautiful. Hua Xuan, seeing this,
couldn't help but blush and his heart race, whispering, "Sister Lan, if it hurts, please tell me quickly, I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
Lan Lingyu closed her eyes, exhaled, and said, "I know."
Hua Xuan knelt before the stone, lowering his head slightly, directly facing Lan Lingyu's private parts, his hands gently parting them
, everything he touched was wet and cool. With a slightly forceful touch, and with a heart full of trepidation, Hua Xuan slowly parted the two
peach-colored labia.
Lan Lingyu gently bit her lower lip, emitting a soft nasal sound. Hua Xuan's fingers were slender, his skin soft and tender;
exploring her private parts felt incredibly smooth, not abrupt at all, but rather with a unique stimulation, causing her to
gradually begin to pant.
Suddenly, Hua Xuan whispered, "Yes, there really is something that looks like a twig." Lan Lingyu's face flushed
, and she asked softly, "Can you reach it?" Hua Xuan looked at Lan Lingyu's red inner walls and suddenly felt extremely ashamed,
thinking, "Brother Wen must have seen me like this before, right? Mine... is it like this too?"
Seeing that she didn't answer, Lan Lingyu became anxious and called softly, "Miss Hua?" Hua Xuan suddenly came to her senses,
her face turning red with embarrassment, and said, "It's not very deep... I... I'll try." She stretched out her right index finger and probed into
the soft opening.
Lan Lingyu's body trembled, and she cried out, "Ah..." Hua Xuan's finger moved nimbly, trying to hook onto
the small twig. But how much space was there in the honey cave, and how long was her finger? It couldn't be done so easily. Lan Lingyu felt
a tingling sensation in her lower body, waves of strange sensations following Hua Xuan's caresses. Her clothes were gradually soaked with fragrant sweat,
and she began to pant loudly: "Hoo... Hua... Miss Hua, not yet... ah... ah
!" Suddenly, she cried out in pain. Hua Xuan had accidentally touched a sensitive spot deep within Lan Lingyu, causing her
to swell even faster, her entire right hand overflowing with thick fluid.
Hua Xuan became increasingly embarrassed, and with another slip, his fingernail lightly scraped Lan Lingyu's tender wall. Lan Lingyu
trembled, letting out a soft moan: "Ah... ah..." Hua Xuan quickly apologized: "I'm sorry,
I'm sorry ! Sister Lan, are you alright?"
Lan Lingyu breathed heavily, her voice trembling: "Hurry... hurry..." Hua Xuan
hurriedly said: "I... I know, it should be almost there..." Before he could finish speaking, his fingers had already touched
something hard.
Hua Xuan was overjoyed and gently pressed the twig, carefully pulling it back. Lan Lingyu kept her eyes tightly closed, fine
beads of sweat dripping from her nose, afraid to move, lest Hua Xuan lose the twig again.
(Ten Scenes Satin (Forty-Five))
Hua
Xuan lowered his head, carefully using his fingertips to push the twig outwards, but this
forced his fingers to move back and forth. Lan Lingyu felt a constant stimulation within her body, her mind blank, her spirit unsettled,
gently shaking her head and emitting a delicate, nasal sound.
Hua Xuan was completely absorbed in manipulating the twig, unaware of Lan Lingyu's drastically changed expression. Lan Lingyu, however, was already
unbearably aroused. The simultaneous sensations of fingers and the twig on her private parts
were irresistible. She looked at Hua Xuan dazedly, the image of him swallowing Wen Yuan the previous night flashing through her mind.
The current position was somewhat similar, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of shame. She whispered, "Hua...Miss Hua, you...
"
Hua Xuan, not daring to be distracted, kept his head down and replied, "Almost...almost there, already outside
...ah, it's coming out!" Lan Lingyu lowered her head slightly, and saw one end of the twig protruding from her private parts,
a small section exposed, glistening and extremely wet—a scene of extreme eroticism. She blushed deeply. Hua Xuan
pinched the twig between two fingers and pulled it out.
With the twig gone, Lan Lingyu felt a sudden sense of relief and comfort, letting out a long breath, panting heavily. Hua Xuan
picked up the small twig, still dripping with sticky water, and was immediately embarrassed
. She casually handed it to Lan Lingyu and whispered, "Sister Lan, is this it?"
Lan Lingyu was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. She grabbed it and threw it away. After catching her breath, she said, "
Miss Hua, thank you so much..." Hua Xuan hurriedly said, "It's nothing. But... Sister Lan, your area
is still red. Are you hurt?"
Lan Lingyu looked at Hua Xuan weakly, a hint of languor in her eyes, and whispered, "It hurts a little
... Miss Hua, could you rub it for me?" Hua Xuan's pretty face turned red, and she said anxiously, "This... this
... isn't that a good idea! Sister Lan, you can do it yourself..."
But Lan Lingyu stretched out both hands and grasped Hua Xuan's right wrist. She opened her lips slightly and said with a sigh,
"Good sister, please help me to the end... Your hands are so soft, so comfortable..." As she spoke, she brought Hua Xuan's right hand
directly to her private parts, letting her slender hands slowly massage it.
Hua Xuan cried out, "No! This is so strange... Ah, please don't do this..."
Lan Lingyu looked on with ecstasy, savoring the wonderful feeling of Hua Xuan's soft, warm hand, his five fingers taking turns sweeping...
Passing through her private parts, a clear spring gushed forth from her secret crevice, soaking Hua Xuan's right hand completely.
Lan Lingyu glanced at Hua Xuan, seeing her flustered, embarrassed, and somewhat panicked state, and smiled sweetly,
"What's wrong with you?" Hua Xuan blushed and whispered, "Sister Lan, don't be silly, you...you can do it
yourself ..."
Suddenly, Lan Lingyu pulled Hua Xuan closer, pressing her right cheek against her fair face, and whispered, "Your body
is so good ...so soft and fragrant..." Hua Xuan was startled by this intimate gesture and quickly pushed
Lan Lingyu away gently, asking anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"
Lan Lingyu felt a little disappointed after being pushed and sighed, "Miss Hua, let me
hug , I'm so hot...my body feels light..." Hua Xuan's heart skipped a beat, her face flushed, and she said, "
No, although we are both young ladies, but...but..."
Suddenly, Lan Lingyu clasped her hands together, pinning Hua Xuan's wrists to the pulse points. Hua Xuan was caught off guard, her body went limp
, and she swayed against a green bamboo. Hua Xuan exclaimed, "Sister Lan!"
Lan Lingyu, still panting, looked into Hua Xuan's crystal-clear eyes, narrowed her gaze, and said softly, "
Miss You're so beautiful. If I were a man, I'd be so envious of your senior brother..."
Hua Xuan blushed deeply and cried out, "But you're not... Stop playing around, I... I..."
Lan Lingyu gently embraced Hua Xuan, their beautiful bodies rubbing against each other through their clothes, a sight that stirred
the heart . Hua Xuan was powerless to struggle, only able to sway her body slightly, to no avail. She cried out urgently, "Why are you doing this
... I... I'm helping you, and you're still teasing me!"
Despite Hua Xuan's desperate resistance, Lan Lingyu showed no sign of stopping. Their bodies pressed against the bamboo,
their faces almost touching. Lan Lingyu's eyes were like water, completely different from her usual spirited appearance. She was exceptionally
beautiful , with a blush on her cheeks, and said softly, "Hua-meimei, you are so amazing... I like you so much
..." As she spoke, she gently stroked Hua Xuan's back with both hands.
Upon hearing this, Hua Xuan was both surprised and embarrassed, and hurriedly exclaimed, "I...I'm a girl, and you are too,
how ...how..." Lan Lingyu trembled, her face showing some shyness, and whispered, "Yes,
I know. But...I envy you so much, having a senior brother who loves you so much..." Hua Xuan blushed
, a feeling of happiness welling up in her heart, and whispered, "That's right, I like Senior Brother Wen the most. Sister Lan, you're
so beautiful, you'll definitely find a good partner too..."
Lan Lingyu shook her head, a look of sadness suddenly appearing on her face, and sighed, "I...the men I've met are all
rude and uncouth, nothing like your senior brother. I don't have your good fortune, but...I want to experience that
feeling..." Hua Xuan asked, "What feeling?"
Lan Lingyu gazed at Hua Xuan and smiled, "A very happy feeling...you know, you and your senior brother
do it too..." Hua Xuan's mind raced, and she suddenly understood, her cheeks instantly turning red, and she whispered:
"Not everyone is like the person you know, you can find someone else..." Lan Lingyu said,
"But... I want it now, I've been holding back for so long... Sister Hua, you... I want to be with you...
" As she spoke, her hand wandered towards Hua Xuan's waist.
Hua Xuan was utterly shocked. She couldn't imagine this situation at all, and panicked, crying out, "
Sister Lan, you... this... this won't do!"
Lan Lingyu, her face flushed with drunkenness, smiled and said, "Although you are a woman, you are so gentle and considerate...
I really want to try... Anyway, we're just putting on an act, what's the harm?" Her hands continued,
untying Hua Xuan's belt. Hua Xuan cried out urgently, "But...I feel...it's not good!"
Lan Lingyu, still thrilled from the recent stimulation, paid no heed to Hua Xuan's objections. She removed Hua Xuan's
shirt and smiled, "Neither of us gets the better end of the deal, what's wrong with that?" Hua Xuan was momentarily at a loss
, and could only plead, "Sister Lan, really, please don't, I...I don't want to..." Lan Lingyu cupped Hua
Xuan's face and said softly, "Don't be nervous, we're both women, what's there to worry about?" She leaned forward and kissed
Hua Xuan's lips .
"Ah! Mmm! Mmm...mmm..." Hua Xuan had no choice but to respond, their four cherry lips meeting in a passionate kiss, their breaths
flowing, utterly alluring. Hua Xuan had never kissed anyone other than Wen Yuan before, and now she was kissing a woman—
a situation she had never imagined.
Lan Lingyu's tongue explored Hua Xuan's mouth, their tongues intertwining, Hua Xuan feeling shy and constantly
trying to dodge. Lan Lingyu's tongue skills were actually only so-so, but she had unknowingly learned
the ways Murong Xiu had subjected her to. Even so, Hua Xuan had never experienced such a kiss before, and her mind was in turmoil, her body involuntarily
heating up.
After the kiss, both women were covered in sweat, gazing at each other hazily. Lan Lingyu undressed herself and then began to remove Hua
Xuan's clothes, whispering, "Sister Hua, you're so cute... your skin is even better than mine..."
As she spoke, she pressed herself against Hua Xuan, their two tender breasts pressing against each other. Hua Xuan was already somewhat dazed from the kiss
, but still tried her best to resist, panting softly, "No... no... Senior Brother Wen... Senior Brother Wen will
look down on me... ah, ah ah... um..."
Lan Lingyu removed all of Hua Xuan's clothes, and the two naked, beautiful young women embraced in the bamboo forest. Hua Xuan's figure
was delicate and tender, while Lan Lingyu's was full and healthy; both women were stunning beauties, a truly indescribable
sight .
Lan Lingyu reached out and parted Hua Xuan's legs. Seeing the sparsely covered private parts glistening with moisture
, she couldn't help but blush. She gently touched them and whispered, "So soft...cool...it must feel so
good...so good..."
"Oh...ah! Don't...don't touch...ah..." Hua Xuan felt the stimulation of the fingers and
couldn't help but groan. Her mind was in turmoil, and she secretly thought, "Senior Brother Wen touched me like this before...
but...it felt different. I'm so embarrassed..." In her shyness, the spring water had already gushed from the entrance of her cave and
was uncontrollable.
Lan Lingyu's heart pounded, her mouth went dry, and she whispered, "Okay...we...are coming...
" Hua Xuan shook her head frantically, moaning incoherently, "Ugh...no...no...it can't be...
"
At this point, Lan Lingyu had no intention of stopping. She wrapped her right arm around a bamboo stalk, pulling Hua Xuan close. The bamboo
stood between the two women, its top pressed against four breasts, its bottom against two wet openings. Hua Xuan's private parts
were pressed against a bamboo node, sending waves of strange sensations through her. She gasped softly, crying out, "Lan...
Sister Lan...what are you doing...ah..."
Lan Lingyu's face flushed crimson. She placed one hand on Hua Xuan's back and the other on his buttocks, pressing them tightly together through
the bamboo . She whispered, "Come on...come on...um..." Her body rubbed against the bamboo,
moving rhythmically up and down, causing Hua Xuan's body to rise and fall.
"Ugh, ugh...um ah!" Hua Xuan was initially startled, but then felt the stimulation in his lower body.
The friction of the tough bamboo between his thighs was an unprecedented experience; his entire private area was intensely rubbed
, and droplets of moisture scattered. Lan Lingyu moved excitedly, her full breasts bouncing up and down,
pushing and slapping against Hua Xuan's small, delicate breasts, vibrating together with the bamboo.
"Ah...ah..." Hua Xuan cried out in a daze, her delicate body moving involuntarily
, becoming increasingly intense. She had no choice but to hug Lan Lingyu, crying out, "Sister Lan, I...ah, oh
!" Lan Lingyu cried out incessantly, rubbing herself violently against the bamboo, the bamboo almost sinking into her cleft,
two streams of clear fluid flowing down the bamboo to the ground.
Suddenly, Lan Lingyu released the bamboo, pulled Hua Xuan over, rolled her to the side, and pressed herself against Hua Xuan, kissing Hua Xuan's face
wildly , saying in a sweet voice, "Good sister...you're so great...mmm, mmm...so
cute...so cute..." The more Hua Xuan heard this, the more ashamed she became, but her body wouldn't obey her, a large amount of overflowing lustful fluid
responding to everything.
Lan Lingyu straddled Hua Xuan, casually picking up a small broken bamboo stalk, panting, "This... use this...
" Hua Xuan cried out, "No! Uh... ah!" A hard object was inserted into her lower body. Lan Lingyu
had already inserted half of the broken bamboo into Hua Xuan's private parts, and she herself spread her legs, grasping the bamboo, and inserted the other half into
her own honey hole.
"Ah... um..." Hua Xuan and Lan Lingyu's cries echoed and intertwined, one groaning to the sky,
the other panting with her head down, the bamboo almost completely swallowed by the two women. Lan Lingyu's delicate body trembled, her hands grasping Hua Xuan's
small breasts, gently swaying her lower body.
"Ugh! Ugh... Ah..." Hua Xuan's private parts were already unbearable from the bamboo intrusion, and with
Lan Lingyu's movement, the hard bamboo immediately began to pound wildly inside her. The sensation was completely different from when she was intimate with Wen Yuan,
and she couldn't help but cry out loudly, "Ah... It hurts... Ugh... Uh..."
As Lan Lingyu thrust in and out, one end of the bamboo kept piercing deep into her honey hole, providing another kind of stimulation, and
she moaned incessantly, "Ah... Ah... So... So powerful... Ah..." She violently thrust the bamboo in and out,
her hands tightly squeezing Hua Xuan's breasts, the force varying from light to heavy, until Hua Xuan unconsciously became wanton, her starry eyes misty
, and the two women created a large wet puddle on the ground.
Under Lan Lingyu's manipulation, Hua Xuan's fair skin also revealed a charming cherry red, and she was covered in fragrant sweat,
but she was powerless and her heart was filled with unbearable shame.
Lan Lingyu moved faster and faster, the bamboo stalk piercing back and forth between the two tender orifices. Hua Xuan had lost all self-control,
embracing and kissing Lan Lingyu, rubbing each other's bodies. In the intense collision, their nectar flowed into
each other's bodies, and the fluids overflowing from the bamboo were indistinguishable as to whose juices they were.
"Hua... Hua sister... ah... I, I want... uh... ah ah!" Lan Lingyu twisted her waist wildly
, suddenly tilting her head back and letting out a high-pitched moan. Hua Xuan's lower body trembled,
her eyes , and she let out a dazed cry. In an instant, the two beautiful bodies were tightly pressed together, their four jade-like
legs intertwined in a chaotic manner, and a large amount of water gushed out, their wanton moans echoing through the bamboo grove.
"Hoo ah..." Lan Lingyu trembled, struggling to press Hua Xuan's lower abdomen, pulling her body away from the bamboo
, and quickly straddling Hua Xuan's chest, her tempting nectar splashing directly onto Hua Xuan's face. Hua Xuan was
panting . By the time she realized it, she had already swallowed most of the nectar, and the warmth still lingered on her lips.
Lan Lingyu pulled out the bamboo still inserted in Hua Xuan's body, tilted it, and water flowed out from the bamboo. Lan Lingyu
poured the love fluid from the bamboo into Hua Xuan's mouth, murmuring, "Hua sister... come..." Hua Xuan
tried to avoid it, but after her release, she had no strength left, and her mouth was filled with the girl's nectar
. Lan Lingyu threw away the bamboo and pressed a deep kiss to her cherry lips, tasting their nectar together, swallowing and exhaling each other's fragrant saliva
, while a little saliva seeped from the corners of their mouths. When their lips parted, several silvery, thin threads thickly
connected the two girls. Ten Scenes
of Silk (Forty-Six)
=== ... Lan Lingyu gently placed her hand on Hua Xuan's shoulder and said softly, "Hua-meimei...aren't you happy?" Hua Xuan blushed and whispered, "We...we did something wrong." Lan Lingyu hugged Hua Xuan's slender neck and said softly , "This is our secret, just don't let anyone else know. You...you don't like it?" Hua Xuan suddenly stood up, her face flushed, and exclaimed, "No, no! Sister Lan, you... you should be able to find a good partner, you shouldn't...you shouldn't have done this...I...I can't do this kind of thing anymore." Upon hearing this, Lan Lingyu's face showed disgust, and she whispered, "Not everyone is like , there are plenty of frivolous and immoral men in the world." Then her expression softened again, and she whispered, " Compared to those people, Hua-meimei...you are truly likable." Hua Xuan's ears rang, and she was stunned for a moment, unaware of... Taking a step back, she asked, "Sister Lan, you ...you don't like men?" Lan Lingyu lowered her head slightly and sighed, "Not really, but...alas, things in this world aren't always so simple." Hua Xuan was confused. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly exclaimed with joy, "I have one! Sister Lan , I have a senior brother. He's a very, very good person. Maybe you'll like him. Shall we go find him?" Lan Lingyu shook her head and smiled, saying, "Isn't that abrupt?" Hua Xuan said, "Not at all. According to Senior Brother Wen, Senior Brother Xiang is probably in the capital right now. We can go find him. Even if you don't like him, it's good to make friends, isn't it?" Lan Lingyu sighed, "Never mind, it's not a big deal. We need to get back to Jin Guo Manor first ." Hua Xuan knew that Wen Yuan would definitely go to Jin Guo Manor, so the two women continued north. To avoid suspicion, Lan Lingyu changed out of her men's clothing midway through the journey, donning women's attire and concealing her twin halberds to prevent the numerous spies of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect from noticing. They encountered no further obstacles along the way. Hua Xuan, new to the martial world and inexperienced, relied heavily on Lan Lingyu's guidance and thus encountered no problems. Only when lodging...

Occasionally, when Lan Lingyu was in a good mood and made any intimate gesture towards her, she would blush deeply and refuse.
Several days passed, and the two women arrived in the capital. The capital was magnificent and bustling with people. Hua Xuan was dazzled by
the sight and said excitedly, "Sister Lan, after the matter of Jin Guo Zhuang is resolved,
let's come here to play with Senior Brother Wen and Sister Murong, okay?" Lan Lingyu smiled and said, "Okay." But she was
secretly worried: "I wonder where Hero Ren is? If we want to deal with Huang Zhonggui, I'm afraid we can only do it with him." As
the two were walking on the street, they suddenly heard crying and commotion coming from the west street. Hua Xuan and Lan Lingyu exchanged a glance
, and Lan Lingyu said first, "Let's go see." The two women ran towards the west street together.
When they got closer, they saw people fleeing in panic. A group of officials and guards in round hats and white boots
came , their expressions arrogant. Some shouted curses, and some were pulling at women. Their arrogance was overwhelming. They were
the Jinyiwei, whom the people feared like tigers. At that time, Emperor Yingzong was on the throne, and the eunuch Wang Zhen held absolute power, wielding absolute authority
.
His cronies also ran rampant. Ma Shun, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, relied on Wang Zhen's power to act arrogantly and domineeringly. This group of Embroidered Uniform Guards were all his subordinates,
and they were also arrogant and domineering, making a ruckus along the way. Hua Xuan couldn't stand it
anymore
and shouted, "Sister Lan, let's go teach them a lesson!" Lan Lingyu whispered, "Wait! This is the capital city, and there are eyes and ears of the Imperial Mausoleum Bureau everywhere. Although it's not difficult to deal with these lackeys, it will inevitably cause trouble."
Just then, a woman screamed and was grabbed by an Embroidered Uniform Guard. The guard grinned maliciously and
groped her. The common people around dared not speak out and mostly dodged away. Hua Xuan grew increasingly furious. Ignoring
Lan Lingyu's attempts to dissuade her, she whispered, "How can we let them run rampant?" She took a step forward,
about to charge, when Lan Lingyu grabbed her sleeve and whispered, "We don't need to lift a finger; someone else will handle them."
Just then, a sharp, swift whooshing sound rang out, followed by cries of pain from the Imperial Guards as
they stumbled and fell to the ground. Hua Xuan clearly saw a volley of bullets fly from the window of a nearby restaurant,
wave after wave, fast and accurate, each bullet striking the Imperial Guards squarely on the head, knocking them down one after
another .
In the blink of an eye, more than twenty Imperial Guards lay dead; some struggled, but most lay motionless
. The onlookers erupted in uproar; some rushed to help their families, while others took the opportunity to flee. Hua Xuan blinked
and whispered, "Wow, amazing! Who is he?" Lan Lingyu laughed, "Let's go find him."
Lan Lingyu pulled Hua Xuan towards the roadside. Before they even reached the restaurant, a young girl ran
towards , her face beaming. She threw herself into Lan Lingyu's arms and exclaimed, "Third Sister!" Lan Lingyu patted
the girl's back and laughed, "Fourth Sister, your kung fu has improved again!" The girl laughed, "I'm still not as good as
Third Sister !"
Lan Lingyu said to Hua Xuan, "This is my fourth sister, Yang Xiaojuan. Fourth Sister, this Miss Hua Xuan is
the great hero Ren... " My niece from the sect, come and greet her!" The girl, dressed in a light yellow shirt, appeared to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a
lively and spirited expression. She smiled at Hua Xuan and said, "Hello, Miss Hua!" Hua Xuan smiled and said, "
Hello, Sister Yang!"
Yang Xiaojuan was very happy and jumped over to hug Hua Xuan, saying, "Miss Hua, how old are you?" Hua
Xuan replied, "Fifteen this year." Yang Xiaojuan's face lit up with joy, and she said, "You're a year younger than me, so I
can call you 'little sister'!" Turning to Lan Lingyu, she smiled and said, "Third Sister, you see, I'm not the youngest in the village
anymore!" Lan Lingyu smiled and said, "Miss Hua isn't even joining our Heroine Manor, so why are you so happy?"
Hua Xuan asked, "Sister Yang, did you take down those Imperial Guards just now?" Yang Xiaojuan laughed and said, "Yes
, I saw those people bullying the common people, so I hid in the restaurant and fired a bunch of white wax bullets, knocking them all
unconscious, but they didn't die." Hua Xuan was very impressed and said, "You're so good with a slingshot, truly
amazing !"
Lan Lingyu asked, "Fourth Sister, how's the situation at the manor?" Yang Xiaojuan stuck out her tongue and said, "The Divine Camel Gang
has all arrived, and we're with them..." " After fighting for a while, there haven't been any losses. I've waited here for six days, and I'm
so glad you're finally back! Two more groups of people from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect have arrived.
If you don't return to the manor soon, it will be difficult to hold them off." Upon hearing this, Lan Lingyu's anxiety was palpable. She said, "In that case, let's hurry back to the manor.
I heard that Hero Ren has come to Hebei. Have you seen him?" Yang Xiaojuan said, "We've heard the news too,
but we haven't seen him." Lan Lingyu sighed and said, "Alright, let's go back and talk about it."
At this time, government troops arrived to investigate the situation of the Imperial Guards. The three women avoided the government troops, left the capital
, and continued their journey north.
Jin Guo Manor was located in Changping County, not far from the capital. Traveling at full speed, they arrived by evening.
Looking from afar, Hua Xuan saw a vast manor nestled among the mountains, its buildings undulating along the slopes, exuding grandeur
. He couldn't help but exclaim, "This Heroine Manor is truly magnificent!" Yang Xiaojuan smiled and asked, "What's so magnificent about it?" Hua Xuan
tilted his head, thought for a moment, and said, "I can't quite put my finger on it. Although it's not particularly ornate, it's quite spectacular.
" Lan Lingyu smiled and said, "That's right."
The three riders arrived at the manor's outer fence, where dozens of women in black guarded the wooden gate. Upon seeing Lan and Yang,
they shouted in unison, "Third Master! Fourth Master!" They opened the gate and made way for them. Lan Lingyu nodded and called out
, "Everyone be careful, don't let the thieves break in." The women responded with a resounding roar.
After passing through three fences, they arrived at the manor gate. A young woman led more than ten women in black to greet them. She carried a long staff on
her back , her hair tied back with a short ribbon. Her appearance was not as delicate as Lan and Yang, but she possessed a certain allure.
Before the horse could even get close, Yang Xiaojuan
The young woman smiled and said, "Someone informed us long ago, how could I not know? Third Sister,
you've had a hard time this trip." Lan Lingyu rode closer, dismounted, and smiled, "Second Sister, you must be having
a hard time . Is Eldest Sister in the manor?" The young woman said, "She just went to inspect the back mountain, she should be back soon..."
Suddenly, a bell rang out from afar, extremely loud, shaking all directions, its lingering sound echoing endlessly
. Lan Lingyu frowned and said, "It's Prince Pulao." The young woman said, "The Dragon Palace Sect was originally
missing Chiwen and Ya, but they all arrived a couple of days ago. That old thief dragon led nine little dragons to charge the arrow formation, but they couldn't
break through ." Yang Xiaojuan clicked her tongue and said, "I 've only been away picking up Third Sister for a few days, and the enemy is almost all here already?"
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Hua Xuan followed the women into the manor and arrived at a wooden building. After climbing five flights of stairs, they reached the top floor, where
the surrounding landscape unfolded before them. Looking north, they could see Juyong Pass nestled among the mountains, while closer at hand, a large number of fur
tents were pitched, with countless camels grazing beside them. Hua Xuan said, "Is that the Divine Camel Gang?" The young woman
replied, "That's right." Suddenly realizing she didn't recognize Hua Xuan, she asked, "Who is this young lady?"
Yang Xiaojuan quickly replied, "Second Sister, she's Master Ren's niece, her name is Hua Xuan." The young woman
smiled slightly at Hua Xuan, cupped her hands in greeting, and said, "Nice to meet you." Hua Xuan returned the greeting and asked, "
How should I address this sister?" Yang Xiaojuan laughed and said, "My second sister is called Ling Yunxia. Since you've already called me sister, just call her
Sister Ling!"
Ling Yunxia glared at Yang Xiaojuan and scolded, "Fourth Sister, you're so disrespectful."
Yang Xiaojuan chuckled and said, "What's wrong with that..." Suddenly, the bell rang loudly. They were not far from the manor, and
Yang Xiaojuan immediately stopped speaking and turned to look into the distance.
Lan Lingyu looked towards the manor gate, her face suddenly changing color. She cried out, "Oh no!" Ling Yunxia and
the others looked over as well, and a gigantic cannon suddenly came into view. Yang Xiaojuan exclaimed, "How can there be a cannon?"
Lan Lingyu said, "Nineteen out of ten were transferred from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect by the Ordnance Bureau..."
Suddenly, a deafening explosion rang out. The wooden building shook and rattled. Before the booming cannon fire had even subsided, flames shot
into the sky. The first fence in front of the manor had been destroyed, and countless pieces of wood were sent flying into the air.
Lan Lingyu cursed, "Damn it! If they can't break through the arrow formation, they resort to using cannons. What kind of prestigious martial arts sect are they?
" Yang Xiaojuan was stunned for a moment, then rushed downstairs. Ling Yunxia called out, "Fourth Sister, where are you going?" Yang Xiaojuan
didn't turn her head and shouted, "I'm going to avenge the sisters guarding the arrow formation!" Ling Yunxia flew to Yang Xiaojuan's side
and shouted, "We can't win by fighting them head-on! We just need to guard the manor. Long Yuqing wants to seize
the Ten Scenery Silk, so he won't dare to fire on the manor." Yang Xiaojuan's eyes were filled with tears, but she forced herself to suppress her anger and whispered, "
Yes."
The women went downstairs to return to the manor, and Lan Lingyu immediately ordered, "Move the sisters guarding the manor back inside
, and be quick!" At that time, Aying and the others had also returned to the manor, and Asui hurriedly went outside to relay the order. Lan Lingyu ordered someone to bring
a long whip and handed it to Hua Xuan, saying, "Sister Hua, your silver whip is broken, so use this whip for now." Hua
Xuan took it and asked, "Sister Lan, how should we fight?" Lan Lingyu pondered without speaking for a long time before saying,
"Let's adapt to the situation!" The implication was that she wasn't very confident either.
Suddenly, a maidservant came in to report, saying, "Three masters, the Divine Camel Gang has arrived
a mile outside the manor and is about to attack." Ling Yunxia picked up her long staff and shouted, "Third sister, go change your clothes . Let's
fight that old thief Luo first." Lan Lingyu said, "Okay!" She went into her room and came
out , now dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, wielding two halberds, exuding a heroic aura. Yang Xiaojuan tightened her belt and said, "
Aren't we waiting for eldest sister?" Ling Yunxia said, "We'll hold them off for a while. We can't let them get
in ."
Hua Xuan, holding a long whip, followed the three masters of the Heroine Manor out of the manor, thinking to himself, "Senior Brother Wen,
Sister Murong, have you come too? Where are you?"
Ling Yunxia and the others led the women of the manor out of the manor in an orderly formation. Facing them was a camel caravan, numbering
about a hundred riders. A middle-aged man with a thick beard led the way, with a young man beside him, looking fierce
.
The burly man with a thick beard leaped off his camel and shouted, "Where is Lady Shi? You three girls are no match for this
old man, yet you dare to challenge me?" Ling Yunxia raised her long staff and shouted, "Old thief Luo, if you want to
spar with my elder sister, there's no need to rush. But you brought such a large group of people; are you really going to fight one-on-one
?"
Hua Xuan whispered, "Sister Lan, who is this?" Lan Lingyu whispered, "He is Luo
Tiansheng, the leader of the Divine Camel Gang. The man next to him is his son, Luo Yingfeng. Be very careful of these two."
Luo Tiansheng laughed, "Our Divine Camel Gang dominates the desert; we don't have so many rules. We kill when we want
, regardless of the number of people. I heard that Lady Shi of the Heroine Village is highly skilled in martial arts, so I wanted to see for myself.
To , the Dragon Palace Sect and the Imperial Tomb Sect will be..." " Once you arrive here, whether it's a one-on-one fight or a group battle, you will all be doomed
." Yang Xiaojuan's anger flared up, and she pointed at Luo Tiansheng, cursing, "Old man, what nonsense are you spouting?
You haven't witnessed the power of our Heroines' Manor, so you'd better not speak too soon!"
But then Luo Yingfeng led his camel to his father's side and said, "Father, this little girl is boasting
too don't you let me test my skills and see just how powerful the heroines of Heroines' Manor really are?" Luo Tiansheng
nodded and said, "Alright, go ahead!"
Luo Yingfeng strode forward, walked to the square in front of the manor, and said, "Yang Xiaojuan, you are the fourth master of Heroines' Manor.
Do you dare to fight me, the young leader of the Divine Camel Gang?" Yang Xiaojuan raised her pretty eyebrows and said, "Why
wouldn't I dare ?" With a leap, she shot out like an arrow and landed lightly in the arena.
Luo Yingfeng drew his saber and laughed, "Let's make this clear first. Whoever loses can
do whatever , what do you say?" Yang Xiaojuan snorted and cursed, "Fine! Trying to play dirty tricks in front of an enemy? You
're doomed!" She clenched her right hand into a palm and thrust it out with lightning speed. Luo Yingfeng dodged to the side and laughed,
"This feisty girl, I'll teach you a lesson..." Before his words even finished,
a sharp "crack" rang out, and Luo Yingfeng's saber snapped in two, half of the blade flying out and being deflected by a bullet.
Luo Tiansheng shouted, "Yingfeng, watch out!" Yang Xiaojuan, quick-witted and agile, swiftly
fired three bullets in quick succession. Luo Yingfeng was startled and hurriedly dodged, but with a "clang," his broken saber
was also knocked away. He had assumed his opponent was a young girl, unarmed, and that victory wouldn't be easy. Unexpectedly
, in a moment of distraction, he didn't even notice when she had picked up the slingshot. Her movements were incredibly fast; before he could
react, his sword broke, and he suffered an initial loss. However, his martial arts foundation was indeed strong; despite the surprise attack
, he wasn't hit by the slingshot.
Yang Xiaojuan, overjoyed at her successful surprise attack, didn't relax. She quickly put away the slingshot and immediately launched an attack with both palms
. Luo Yingfeng, unable to use his sword techniques and instead having his weapon broken in front of everyone, was furious
. He shouted, "You brat!" He channeled his energy into both hands, parrying the attacks while simultaneously launching a full-scale assault, intending to regain his dignity.
Yang Xiaojuan was nimble and her moves were agile and varied. Luo Yingfeng's internal energy attacks repeatedly missed, causing him to feel slightly
impatient. Seeing his attack become more aggressive and he lost his composure, Yang Xiaojuan suddenly swept her leg low, striking Luo Yingfeng squarely in the
left shin.
Luo Yingfeng, wracked with pain in his leg, flew into a rage, cursing, "Damn bitch!"
He slammed his palms down with tremendous force, a resounding "thud" that sent dust scattering across the ground. It was a powerful palm strike, almost perfect,
only missing Yang Xiaojuan's mark. Yang Xiaojuan, incredibly quick-witted, dodged and simultaneously drew her bow and released a slingshot
, striking Luo Yingfeng squarely in the left shoulder, causing him excruciating pain and making it nearly impossible for him to lift his arm.
Hua Xuan watched with glee, exclaiming, "Sister Yang, well done!" Ling Yunxia and Lan Lingyu, however,
were deeply worried. While Yang Xiaojuan's martial arts were superb, her slingshot skills unparalleled, Luo Yingfeng was no ordinary fighter either,
his internal strength surpassing Yang Xiaojuan's. Despite suffering repeated setbacks, he hadn't been seriously injured; however, given enough time, Yang Xiaojuan's strength
might wane.
The two fought for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Although Luo Yingfeng hadn't gained the upper hand, he was no longer
underestimating his opponent. His palm strikes were steady, and Yang Xiaojuan found it difficult to find an opportunity to fire another slingshot. Luo Yingfeng wanted to counterattack, but after being hit in the left shoulder
, he was less agile and couldn't execute his moves as he pleased. In fact, Yang Xiaojuan's white wax slingshots were coated with medicine.
Once they hit someone, the medicine would seep into the body, causing redness, swelling, and pain at the wound site, requiring proper treatment to slowly heal.
Luo Yingfeng's martial arts were diminished after being hit by this slingshot, and he couldn't do anything to Yang Xiaojuan. Suddenly, Yang
Xiaojuan shouted, "Take this!" She raised her slingshot and fired a slingshot straight at Luo Yingfeng's face
. Luo Yingfeng dodged it, thinking, "How can I not dodge a slingshot
fired head-on?" Just as he thought this, another slingshot hit him. Luo Yingfeng was surprised. He dodged five or six bullets in a row,
but continued to fire. Luo Yingfeng sneered inwardly, thinking, "At this rate, even if you use up
all the bullets you have, you still won't hurt me." He was initially worried that Yang Xiaojuan's bullets were powerful, so he focused on dodging and evaded
four more bullets, the whooshing sound of the wind constantly passing by. The onlookers were puzzled, thinking, "How can you hit your opponent like that
?"
Yang Xiaojuan kept firing, then suddenly leaped up, firing three more bullets from above. Luo Yingfeng cursed,
"What kind of tricks are you playing!" He dodged them all, and the bullets hit the ground. Yang Xiaojuan landed and stood still, then
fired three more bullets. Luo Yingfeng gathered his strength and dodged again, shouting, "Let's see how many more bullets you can fire..." Unexpectedly, one
of bullets struck a bullet on the ground with surprising accuracy, sending it flying high and
striking Luo Yingfeng's right knee joint from below.
This was completely unexpected for Luo Yingfeng. In his shock, he saw another bullet flying straight towards him. With
his right knee injured, he could no longer dodge, and this bullet struck him squarely in the nose. Luo Yingfeng cried out in pain, collapsing backward,
blood gushing from his nostrils, and he had already lost consciousness.
Yang Xiaojuan leaped forward, pressing four acupoints on Luo Yingfeng to prevent him from waking up and resisting, and laughed, "
Chief , how is it?"
In an instant, the women of Jin Guo Zhuang cheered in unison, and the faces of everyone in the Shen Tuo Gang changed drastically. Hua Xuan pondered the sequence of events as
Yang Xiaojuan fired her bullets repeatedly and suddenly realized: "Sister Yang fired over a dozen bullets first to observe
Luo Yingfeng's dodging techniques before launching a surprise attack with the bullets on the ground. If she didn't figure out his
dodging methods first, she wouldn't be able to control the direction and force of the bullets. Jumping up and firing from above is
because if she fired horizontally from the ground, the bullets would fly too far. By firing from above, the bullets would only land
near the opponent's feet, making this move work."
Thinking of this, Hua Xuan couldn't help but feel great admiration and murmured, "I only figured
this out . If I were fighting Sister Yang, I wouldn't have had time to think and would have lost just like her...
Adaptability in the face of an enemy is indeed crucial. If it were Sister Murong, she might not have fallen for it." Suddenly, a female voice
laughed , "Don't flatter me, actually I fell for it too!" The voice was extremely soft and faint, right next to Hua Xuan's ear.
Hua Xuan was startled and turned around. Behind him was a maid whose clothes were exactly the same as A Ying's, but whose face
was extremely beautiful. Who else could it be but Xiao Murong?
Xiao Murong smiled and raised her index finger in front of her mouth, indicating that she should not make a sound. Hua Xuan glanced at Miao
Lingyunxia and Lan Lingyu, noticing that the two women were focused on the events unfolding on the field and hadn't paid any attention to him
. He nodded and casually looked back at the field, thinking to himself, "So Sister Murong arrived early. Where is Senior Brother Wen?"
Luo Tiansheng's face was ashen as he shouted, "Miss Yang is indeed quite skilled. Let this old man learn from her."
Although Yang Xiaojuan had won, she had expended a lot of energy. Knowing that Luo Tiansheng's martial arts were far superior to her son's, she wouldn't
agree. She smiled and said, "No rush. According to what this young master Luo said earlier, he should be left to my manor's disposal. After I
've dealt with him , I'll ask Master Luo for guidance."
Luo Tiansheng was worried about his beloved son and dared not act rashly. He gritted his teeth inwardly and was considering countermeasures when he suddenly heard
an old voice coming from afar: "Master Luo, don't worry. Your brother is here to lend you a hand
."
A white-haired old man led more than a hundred people from afar, followed by nine men in fine clothes. It was the Dragon Palace
who had arrived. Luo Tiansheng called out, "Dragon King Ao, you've come at the right time! Has Huang Zunshi of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect arrived yet?"
The old man replied, "Huang Zunshi is still behind, he'll be here soon." As he spoke, he approached the manor.
Lan Lingyu whispered, "That old man is the head of the Dragon Palace Sect, known as 'Dragon King of the Four Seas' Ao Sihai,
and behind him is the Nine Dragon Prince." Hua Xuan said, "Hmm, Chiwen and Ya'an are both here." As he spoke, he turned back
to look at Xiao Murong, then turned back again, thinking, "Could it be that Senior Brother Wen is also mixed in with the maids ? That
seems unlikely."
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Wen Yuan and
Xiao Murong traveled at breakneck speed. Upon arriving in the capital, Wen Yuan intended to stay behind to search for Xiang Yang and Ren Jianqing, urging
Xiao Murong go to Jin Guo Zhuang first.
Xiao Murong knew that Jin Guo Zhuang alone was no match for the three major sects and gangs, including Huangling, and even if
she and Wen Yuan went, they would be no match for Huang Zhonggui. The best course of action now was to seek stronger reinforcements, so she immediately agreed.
Wen Yuan traveled alone through the capital, thinking, "Time is limited. If I ca
n't find my senior brother and Ren Jianqing within three days, I must go to Jin Guo Zhuang. Chief Tong said my senior brother rescued the princess of Jingwei Prince's Mansion, which is a lead. Ren
Jianqing's whereabouts are uncertain, so he'll be harder to find.
"
He then secretly pondered how to find out the whereabouts of the people from Jingwei Prince's Mansion. As he was devising his plan, he suddenly saw a troop of horses galloping towards them from afar, all dressed as military officers. Upon closer inspection, he
recognized Shao Fei among them. Wen Yuan's mind raced. He hid among the crowd by the roadside, thinking to himself, "
Has Zhao Pingbo also arrived in the capital? Judging by the time, he should have arrived by now. Luckily, I ran into this man. Following this fellow surnamed Shao, we should be able to find him."
"The people are going to the Jingwei Prince's residence."
Seeing Shao Fei and his group ride past, Wen Yuan used his lightness skill to quietly follow. After a while, Shao Fei and
the others arrived at a house, seemingly the residence of some official, but the architecture was plain, unlike the mansions of high-ranking officials.
Wen Yuan thought to himself, "The Jingwei Prince would never live here; they seem to be out on business."
But then he heard Shao Fei say to the gatekeeper, "Shao Fei, a guard of the Jingwei Prince's residence, has come
to visit Minister Yu on the Prince's orders." The man opened the door and invited Shao Fei and his group inside. Wen Yuan scaled the wall silently;
Shao Fei's martial arts were far inferior to his, and he didn't notice.
Upon reaching the front hall, a middle-aged man stood there, his expression stern and imposing; this must
be Minister Yu. Wen Yuan, peering out the window, secretly admired the man, thinking to himself, "Who is this Vice Minister Yu
? Judging from his appearance, he's no ordinary official. A Vice Minister is a third-rank official, quite a high position, yet his home is so
simple ."
Vice Minister Yu and Shao Fei exchanged greetings, and Shao Fei then explained his purpose, saying, "Our Prince has heard that
Lord Yu possesses a family heirloom of exquisite brocade, embroidered with 'Autumn Moon over the Calm Lake,' one of the Ten Scenes of West Lake. It's truly magnificent. Do
you possess such a piece?" Vice Minister Yu replied, "Yes, I do have such brocade." Wen Yuan... Hearing this clearly, he was secretly startled: "Could it
be the Ten Scenery Brocade? Does Prince Jingwei also want that Ten Scenery Brocade?" Then, he thought, "Prince Jingwei's mansion and the Imperial
Tomb Sect are allies; perhaps they're cooperating in the search."
Shao Fei said, "His Highness is most fond of rare treasures and greatly hopes to see them to broaden his horizons. Please,
Lord Yu, bring the brocade with you to meet His Highness; His Highness will surely reward you." Vice Minister Yu laughed, "This is merely a bolt of
ordinary brocade. Although the craftsmanship is somewhat exquisite, it is not as fine as the silk treasured by Prince Jingwei's mansion." " Why should Your Highness
be concerned about ?" Shao Fei said, "Lord Yu, if you refuse, I will be punished by Your Highness. It's just a matter of borrowing the brocade for a
look; why must you refuse?"
Vice Minister Yu shook his head and said, "Guard Shao, this brocade was left by our ancestors, and I, Yu Qian, do not value its
existence. However, Your Highness's trip to the capital this time must be for other important matters.
Rather than to use this energy to care for the people and spread benevolence, so as not to be unworthy of this honorable title."
Shao Fei's face... His expression suddenly changed, and his voice rose, saying, "If His Highness were
to learn , I cannot guarantee what the consequences would be." Minister Yu replied, "If His Highness is a virtuous gentleman, he will naturally understand
the meaning of your words. Guard Shao, there is no need for concern." Shao Fei sneered, saying, "Since Lord Yu refuses to lend me his brocade
, I can only relay your words to His Highness. I will take my leave now." Minister Yu remained unfazed, saying,
"Guard Shao, please." Shao Fei waved his hand, leading his warriors out of the Yu residence.
Wen Yuan overheard the entire conversation and thought to himself, "So he is
Yu Qian, the Left Vice Minister of War! I've long heard of his uprightness and integrity. When he was governor, he petitioned the emperor to redress countless grievances for the people. Seeing him today
, I can see he is indeed extraordinary. He possesses one of the Ten Scenic Silks, which will surely cause him trouble in the future. Once the matter of the Women's Village is resolved, I must
help him to stay safe."
He had no time to think further and hurriedly followed Shao Fei, trailing behind. This time, they arrived at an extremely luxurious
mansion, where every building was adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, and the gate was heavily guarded. Seeing that Shao Fei and the others had entered and remained inside
for a long time pretended to be nonchalant. He walked to the gate, stopped, looked around,
and exclaimed loudly, "How magnificent! How splendid! Such a grand palace is a rare
sight, even in the capital!"
A guard at the gate, seeing him swaying his head and talking so glibly, grew impatient and cursed, "Where did this poor, pedantic
scholar come from? What are you babbling about! This is the residence of Prince Jingwei. If you keep sneaking around like this, I'll
kill you!" "Hurry up and roll it!" Wen Yuan's face showed fear, and he quickly ran away, thinking to himself, "I haven't even asked you yet
, and you've already told me that Prince Jingwei is here. That saves me trouble. If something happens, it won't be
because of this sneaky scholar, but because of you, my upright and honorable guard of the Prince's mansion."
Having already discovered that this was indeed Prince Jingwei's residence in the capital, Wen Yuan didn't linger and left on his own .
He found an inn to rest and waited until nightfall before setting out to infiltrate the mansion. He knew that Prince Jingwei had many experts under his command.
Not to mention Lu Daoren, even someone like Yan Tie was no small matter, so he dared not be careless at all.
Wen Yuan sneaked into the courtyard, thinking, "I wonder where the princess's room is? Since she was saved by my senior brother,
it might be easier for her to find out his whereabouts." He gathered his breath and moved lightly, secretly wandering around. In the first room, he
caught sight Zhao Pingbo, who was drinking and making merry with several women. Wen Yuan didn't stop, avoiding the area, thinking to himself,
"I don't have time to settle old scores with you today. 'To
act
rashly when the time is not right' is called impetuousness. Dealing with you is simple, but if I attract Lu Daoren and the others, it could ruin everything. I'll let you have your fun for a while." He had never tried sneaking into someone's home at night before, and now he was wandering
around . Just as he was racking his brains, he suddenly heard some noises in the grass in the distance. Wen Yuan was suspicious: "
There's no wind around, what's that sound?" He immediately used his lightness skill to quietly slip over.
Upon looking, he saw a young man and woman embracing and kissing intimately among the tall grass.
Both of them were dressed in Taoist attire, a young Taoist priest and a young Taoist nun, both disheveled, their skin pressed together.
They might not be proficient in the Taoist Tai Chi Yin-Yang theory, but they were already practicing the Great Way of Yin-Yang fusion.
The young Taoist priest tugged at the young nun's robe, a sly grin on his face, and whispered, "Senior sister, your
body is so beautiful." The young nun half-heartedly resisted, feigning anger, "Junior brother Mingtong, don't be so rude.
Don't you think about where we are? If Master sees us, he'll be furious." Mingtong
chuckled, slipping a hand between the young nun's legs, and said, "Master just brought the young master here this morning, and he
left again before noon. He's too busy to spare any time, so as his junior brother, I naturally have to keep you company, senior sister."
Upon hearing this, Wen Yuan felt much more at ease, thinking to himself, "The Taoist priest beside Zhao Pingbo is none other than
Daoist . If what this young Taoist priest says is true, Daoist Lu isn't here right now, which means we're one less troublesome person."
The young nun's legs were wrapped around Mingtong's hand, wet and glistening, clearly showing her aroused desire, and her
words became anything but reserved. Mingtong withdrew his hand, pulled out his manhood from his pants, grabbed the young nun
's hand, and forced her to hold it, laughing, "Good senior sister, I haven't properly served you for two months, you've been missing me terribly, haven't you
?" The young nun stroked his not-too-big-but-not-too-small penis and said in a coquettish voice, "Who missed you? Minglei and Mingguang
are very good to me, unlike you who have such a bad heart."
Upon hearing this, Mingtong suddenly pushed the young nun to the ground and grinned slyly, "Those two blockheads..."
"Would you make my senior sister feel like she's ascending to heaven like this?" he said, spreading her legs apart and
rubbing his penis against her private parts. The young nun gasped and whispered, "You...you little devil...ah
...stop playing around...hurry...hurry up..."
Mingtong, already impatient, laughed, "Good senior sister, enjoy it!" He thrust forward, about to make
a direct attack, when suddenly his shoulder tightened, all his strength vanished, and he collapsed limply onto the young nun.
The young nun was startled; something had struck her shoulder, and she too was unable to move.
Wen Yuan knocked the two men down, drew his sword, and shouted in a deep voice, "Well, you two shameless
bastards, just because Master Lu isn't here, you think you can do whatever you want?" Ming Tong and the young nun were still in shock when they heard
this , and they broke out in a cold sweat. They thought to themselves, "Who is this person?" Ming Tong's acupoints were sealed, his face was directly facing the young
nun's chest, and he couldn't turn his neck, so he couldn't see Wen Yuan's face. The young nun, however, could see him. She recognized Wen Yuan's appearance and
thought he was someone she had never seen in the Prince's mansion. Hearing him call him "Master Lu," she assumed he was a newly recruited guard of the Prince and hurriedly pleaded
, "My lord, please have mercy, don't... don't tell my master."
Wen Yuan flicked his sword and said in a low voice, "I can spare your lives. I'll ask you first, where is
the Princess ?" The young nun said, "The Princess... the Princess should be resting in her room, right?" Wen Yuan
angrily said, "What..." "Shouldn't you have done this? You're disciples of Master Lu, yet you're so careless! The princess was kidnapped by the bandits of
White Tiger Stronghold once, but thankfully she returned safely. Instead of protecting her properly, you're causing trouble here. Hmph,
I'm afraid you haven't even noticed which room the princess is staying in."
The little nun hurriedly said, "The princess is in the second room in the east wing. We go to pay our respects every day, how could
we not know ?" Wen Yuan nodded, his expression softening slightly, and said, "At least you two still have some sense of duty and haven't
gone completely mad. I won't tell Master Lu about today's events, I'll just give you a slight
punishment
." Saying this, he moved the two of them deep into the grass in the garden and said, "The pressure points will be released early tomorrow morning. You'll have to stay here for the night. If anyone finds out again, that's your fate." Saying this, he pulled Ming Tong away, seeing his
terrified face and trembling teeth, clearly extremely frightened. Wen Yuan thought to himself, "Lu Daoren has taken on a terrible
disciple ." Ignoring him, he continued on his way.
He pretended to be attentive for a while, subtly eliciting information about the princess's residence. Without stopping, he hurried through the
quiet night, making no sound, until he reached the garden outside the east wing. He counted to the second room and quietly closed
the window.
There was no candlelight inside; clearly, the person inside was asleep. Wen Yuan poked a hole in the paper window and peered into the room
. The bed curtains were drawn, and in the darkness, he could vaguely see a figure lying inside. Wen Yuan thought, "Regardless of this princess's
character , being in a room with a man like me late at night, if discovered, will inevitably damage my reputation. Having found out
my senior brother's whereabouts, I must leave as soon as possible." Just as he was about to gently push open the paper window, a pair of eyes suddenly appeared inside
, gleaming, staring directly at Wen Yuan.
Wen Yuan was startled and leaped back. Suddenly, a figure burst through the window with incredible force, pouncing towards
Wen Yuan's face. Wen Yuan sprang up, narrowly avoiding the figure. Upon closer inspection, he saw it was a small
white tiger cub. As soon as it landed, it let out a "woof" and pounced into the air again, incredibly agile.
Wen Yuan was in mid-air and couldn't dodge. Before he could even marvel at the sight, he swiftly channeled his inner energy into his palm and
unleashed a powerful palm strike infused with the strength of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique. The small white tiger, being young and small, couldn't reach
Wen Yuan before being swept away by the palm strike, flying half a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters). It flipped over and landed steadily on the ground,
seemingly unaffected by the force of the palm strike, arching its body and growling menacingly.
Wen Yuan was greatly surprised, wondering to himself, "What is this little tiger?" Just as it was about to hit the ground, a tremendous force
came through the window from inside the room. The newcomer was incredibly fast, with an extremely powerful palm strike, and the attack was aimed at Wen Yuan's "Mingmen" acupoint on his
waist . Before the palm strike even landed, the gust of wind arrived first, and Wen Yuan was shocked: "This palm strike is incredibly powerful
!" In this critical moment, Wen Yuan circulated his internal energy throughout his body, his body suddenly flipped over, and he countered with a backhand palm strike. He used skillful
force, employing softness to overcome hardness, and with a slight deflection of his five fingers, he slightly deflected the opponent's extremely powerful palm strike, and then
drifted away, deflecting the force.
Just as they turned, their faces met. Upon seeing each other, the man exclaimed in surprise,
"Junior Brother!"
Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat. As he deflected the palm and stepped back, he also saw the man's face. Overjoyed, he called out, "
Senior Brother..." Before he could finish speaking, his breath caught in his throat. The "Nine Thunder Palm" was indeed too powerful.
Wen Yuan still felt 20% of its force, and a wave of nausea washed over him, almost causing him to lose his footing. The man quickly stepped forward and pressed
Wen Yuan's shoulder, saying, "Junior Brother, it's you? How did you get here?"
Wen Yuan felt a surge of true energy flowing through his shoulder, which was the path of the "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique." His meridians immediately felt smooth.
Seeing that the man was indeed Xiang Yang, he was overjoyed and laughed, "Senior Brother, I've finally found you!" He felt
much relieved. Now that he had found Xiang Yang, he could skip the previous plan of how to question the princess.
Xiang Yang patted Wen Yuan on the shoulder and laughed, "We agreed to meet once a year, what do you want? Come in first .
" The two leaped into the room, and the little white tiger followed. A soft moan came from the bed, and a gentle
female voice said, "Brother Xiang... what's wrong?" Her voice was muffled, as if she had just woken up.
Ten Scenes of Silk (49) === ... Xiang Yang approached the bed and smiled, "Wan Yan, this is my junior brother. We're family, why are you shy? " The girl timidly peeked out and whispered, "I don't know." Xiang Yang helped the girl up and smiled at Wen Yuan, "Junior brother, come and greet your sister-in-law." Zhao Wan blushed and said, "No, we're not... not yet..." Wen Yuan was taken aback and asked, "Senior brother, isn't this the princess of the Jingwei Prince's Mansion?" Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Yes. Sit down first, and I'll tell you what happened." He then briefly recounted how he drove away Guo Degui at Zhaozhou Bridge and rescued Zhao Wan Yan. The little white tiger nestled in Zhao Wan Yan's arms, its eyes darting around as it looked at Wen Yuan. When Wen Yuan asked about the White Tiger Village, Xiang Yang told him everything, patted the little white tiger's head, and smiled, "This little guy has very sharp ears. The fact that it noticed you doesn't mean your skills are lacking." Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Yes."

The little white tiger squinted, its mouth agape as it stared at Wen Yuan, seemingly doing nothing.
Wen Yuan, though he had a thousand words to say, found it inconvenient to be inside the Jingwei Prince's residence. If discovered
, things would be even worse. He stood up and said, "Senior brother, let's go outside. There are some things we
can't discuss here." Xiang Yang, seeing his serious expression, though secretly puzzled, also rose and
said to Zhao Wanyan, "Wanyan, you rest first. I'll be back soon." Zhao Wanyan nodded gently and said softly
, "You…you must be careful."
Xiang Yang and Wen Yuan darted out of the window. Both were exceptionally skilled; leaving the Prince's residence at night went unnoticed.
They returned to the inn where Wen Yuan was staying.
Xiang Yang asked, "Junior brother, what couldn't you say earlier?" Wen Yuan put down his zither and sword and said, "That
Prince Jingwei's heir, Zhao Pingbo, has some grudges against me." He then briefly recounted the matter of Zi Yuan. Xiang Yang then
understood and smiled, "So that's how it is."
Wen Yuan said, "Senior Brother, you saved that princess, which is certainly chivalrous, but why are you living
in Prince Jingwei's mansion?" Xiang Yang shook his head and said, "I didn't live there. After I sent Wan Yan to the capital and
met Prince Jingwei, he wanted to keep me in his mansion. You
can see what kind of person Prince Jingwei is from the behavior of his son; father and son are not commendable. So I stayed in various inns in the city every day
, going to see Wan Yan from time to time. Prince Jingwei allowed me to come and go freely from the mansion, but I didn't respect him."
Wen Yuan's heart stirred and he said, "So, Senior Brother, you and Miss Zhao... don't have
the status of husband and wife yet?" Xiang Yang said, "I don't want to get involved with court officials. But Wan Yan is a princess;
what should I do? It's really a difficult situation." He sighed, waved his hand, and said, "Let's not talk about that now, Junior Brother
. You came all the way to the capital to see me, surely it wasn't just for a meeting?"
Wen Yuan said, "Indeed not. Senior Brother, do you know about the Ten Scenery Silk?" Xiang Yang shook his head and said, "Never heard
of it." Wen Yuan then began to talk about Long Yuqing, Ren Jianqing, and the three factions' joint attack on Jin Guo Zhuang.
Xiang Yang became more and more curious as he listened, saying, "Master never told me about these things when he was alive. It turns out we have
three senior uncles and senior aunts, each with different stances. This is very troublesome." Wen Yuan said, "Senior Brother,
the danger to Jin Guo Zhuang is imminent. We must set off as soon as possible." Xiang Yang said, "That's right."
After discussing for a while, Xiang Yang would set off for Jin Guo Zhuang the next morning, while Wen Yuan would search for
Ren Jianqing . If he still hadn't found him after two days, he would go to Jin Guo Zhuang on his own. Xiang Yang instructed, "Junior brother,
there are many experts from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect in the capital. Be very careful and avoid doing anything that might attract attention, lest you be discovered."
Wen Yuan replied, "Of course."
Xiang Yang then headed back to the Jingwei Prince's residence, using his lightness skill to travel at lightning speed. He thought to himself,
"Going to the Women's Village this time means I'll be at odds with the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, and I'll inevitably offend the Jingwei Prince. I just hope Wan
Yan can understand. If she weren't a princess, wouldn't she have far fewer troubles?"
As his thoughts raced, he returned to the residence. Zhao Wan Yan was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a small white tiger. Upon seeing
Xiang Yang enter, a blush suddenly appeared on her face, and she whispered, "You're back!"
Xiang Yang approached and then saw that the small white tiger was suckling at Zhao Wan Yan's right breast. Zhao Wanyan slightly
pulled up her collar, blushing, and said, "Don't look... it's embarrassing." Xiang Yang smiled
and said, "It's not like you haven't seen it before, why would you be embarrassed?" Zhao Wanyan smiled shyly and said, "You've already seen it, so don't
keep looking."
Ever since that extraordinary encounter with the white tiger, Zhao Wanyan had brought home a little white tiger. The most peculiar thing was that
it could nurse. She couldn't explain why, and besides Xiang Yang, she was too embarrassed to
tell anyone else. The little white tiger nursed every day, and Xiang Yang was already used to it. Sitting next to Zhao Wanyan, he said:
"Wanyan, I'm going somewhere with my junior brother tomorrow, and I won't see you for a while."
Zhao Wanyan looked up at Xiang Yang and whispered, "Where are you going?" Xiang Yang replied, "
Not far from the capital. It concerns our sect, so I can't not go." Zhao Wanyan nodded and said softly,
"Don't worry, I'll take care of myself."
Xiang Yang reached out and stroked her hair, smiling, "I thought you'd be sad, but I didn't expect you to be
so at ease." Zhao Wanyan blushed slightly and said, "Of course I'll miss you when you're not here, but
you're a grown man, and you have things to do. I can't keep you by my side forever."
Xiang Yang felt a warmth in his heart, put his arm around Zhao Wanyan's shoulder, and whispered, "Wanyan, do you know
what I'm going to do?" Yan said, "I don't know." Xiang Yang said, "This time when I go out, I will
clash with the people from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, and there might be some conflict with your father's side." Zhao Wanyan lowered her head, remained silent for a long time ,
and said softly, "My father has done many wrong things, and you and he have never gotten along. What you are willing to tell me
can't be a bad thing, are you afraid I will be angry?"
Hearing her say this, Xiang Yang couldn't help but feel relieved. He kissed her cheek and said softly, "Wanyan,
I'm so sorry to have troubled you." Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "Aren't you the same? Worrying about this and that." Her tone
softened and she said, "Brother Xiang, don't be afraid I will be angry. I... although I can't help you much, I
can still distinguish right from wrong to some extent." At this time, the little white tiger had finished nursing and
fell asleep in Zhao Wanyan's arms. Zhao Wanyan gently placed it on the ground and whispered, "Good baby, sleep well."
She straightened her clothes, leaned against Xiang Yang's chest, and said softly, "Brother Xiang, you have to be careful.
I want to see you safe and sound after this is all over." Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Definitely." He picked up
Zhao Wanyan with one arm and said with a smile, "Before I leave, let me remember you well." Zhao Wanyan's pretty face flushed, and she whispered
, "What...what do you want to do?"
Xiang Yang hugged Zhao Wanyan tightly, gave her a deep kiss, and gently rubbed her back through her clothes. Zhao Wanyan
hummed a few times and whispered, "Brother Xiang...it's very late." Xiang Yang leaned close to her ear and whispered, " Do n't
you want it?" Zhao Wanyan was very embarrassed and whispered coquettishly, "How can you ask such a question...I...how can I
say it ... "
Ten Scenery Satin (Fifty)
=== ...

His finger lightly touched the alluring nipple, and he said softly, "Wanyan, your body is the most adorable."
Zhao Wanyan blushed and sighed softly.
Not content with just touching her breast with his finger, Xiang Yang had Zhao Wanyan sit on his lap, cupped her delicate
breasts, and lowered his head to kiss them. Zhao Wanyan trembled slightly, her voice trembling, "Brother Xiang...don't...
ah...mmm..."
Xiang Yang kissed the erect nipple, his heart suddenly skipping a beat, and said, "Wanyan, you smell so good here
." Zhao Wanyan blushed and whispered, "You...don't embarrass me." Xiang Yang said, "No,
it really smells good..." He opened his mouth and licked her nipple with his tongue.
"Mmm..." Zhao Wanyan felt a slight panic, her eyelashes fluttering, and suddenly felt a warmth on her chest, a warm current rushing to
her nipple. Xiang Yang felt a thick, warm wetness on his tongue. Looking down, he saw a stream of milk flowing out.
Xiang Yang was greatly surprised and whispered, "Wan Yan, look." Zhao Wan Yan looked down and her face immediately turned
bright red. She stammered, "How could this be?"
Seeing her shy expression, Xiang Yang felt a surge of desire. He kneaded her breasts with his fingers as if kneading dough
, and licked the thick milk.
"Oh... Brother Xiang... no... so... so embarrassing... ah..."
Zhao Wan Yan was aroused by this strange scene, her slender hands pressing against the back of Xiang Yang's neck,
moaning softly. Xiang Yang tasted his lover's milk, finding it fragrant and sweet. However, licking it wasn't enough, so he simply
put the nipple in his mouth and gently sucked on it.
This immediately caused Zhao Wan Yan to tremble all over, letting out soft moans, unable to control herself. Xiang Yang rubbed and pressed with his palms
. Zhao Wanyan's body was already sensitive, and under his teasing, her breasts immediately overflowed with fragrance.
Milk from her left breast soaked Xiang Yang's palm, seeping out from between his fingers, slowly flowing down the curve of her breast, past
her lower abdomen, and gradually into her waistband. Xiang Yang noticed this, pulled Zhao Wanyan's wrist with one hand, placed it on her waistband
, and gestured for her to take off her skirt.
Zhao Wanyan was overwhelmed with shame, but she was extremely compliant to Xiang Yang. She immediately loosened her waistband, swayed her hips
and moved her legs, pulling her skirt down to halfway up her thighs, then dared not move any further, pleading softly, "Brother Xiang...
is that enough?"
Xiang Yang stopped suckling, looked down at Zhao Wanyan's private parts, and his heart pounded. He saw
the milk flowing down her thighs, mingling with the gushing love fluid, and they mingled together. Zhao Wanyan was too
ashamed to speak, breathing rapidly.
Xiang Yang released Zhao Wanyan's breasts, which were glistening with milk, and caressed her entire body, kissing her
fragrant lips. Zhao Wanyan murmured "Mmm," returning the kiss with abandon, when suddenly she felt a warm, thick liquid enter her mouth
. It turned out that Xiang Yang, on a whim, had taken a large mouthful of milk, letting Zhao Wanyan taste it as well.
Zhao Wanyan was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood, blushing crimson. Xiang Yang deliberately kissed her for a long time
, even extending his tongue to stir the thick milk. When they finished kissing, their lips and teeth were
white and sticky, their faces flushed and their hearts pounding.
Zhao Wanyan quickly wiped the milk stains from her lips, her face flushed with embarrassment, and softly scolded, "Brother Xiang, why are you
like this!" Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Are you angry?" Zhao Wanyan blushed and whispered, "You
know I'm shy."
Xiang Yang suddenly grabbed Zhao Wanyan's hands and laughed, "You'll be even more shy in a moment, believe it or not?
" Zhao Wanyan knew he was teasing her, and her face turned even redder, like a ripe apple. She whispered, "Brother Xiang...
Brother Xiang!"
Xiang Yang held her slender wrists and pressed them against his clothes. Zhao Wanyan took a deep breath and
slowly undressed Xiang Yang, her movements extremely gentle. As she undressed him, she breathed softly, her face
flushed , and milk began to drip from her breasts again.
When it came to pulling down her pants, Zhao Wanyan hesitated slightly, her face burning red as if she were about to burst into flames. She timidly took them off
, and Xiang Yang's lower body was already erect and imposing, making Zhao Wanyan dizzy. She quickly
turned her head away.
After a passionate foreplay, Xiang Yang felt as if he were on a hot plate. Seeing Zhao Wanyan's shy and bashful
expression, he couldn't resist his surge of heat. He pulled Zhao Wanyan into his arms and began to caress and kiss her passionately.
"Ah, ah... hah..." Zhao Wanyan let out a moan that even made herself blush,
burying her face in Xiang Yang's broad chest, kissing his body, and pushing her soft, tender breasts against him.
The two intertwined passionately, falling onto the brocade bed.
Xiang Yang savored Zhao Wanyan's smooth, tender skin. At this moment, Zhao Wanyan's breast milk was overflowing
, even more abundant than the honey between her legs, the alluring scent of her breasts filling every inch of her body. Xiang Yang, brimming with excitement,
parted her long, beautiful legs and thrust into her alluring secret place.
"Mmm...ah..." Zhao Wanyan frowned, trying her best to suppress her cries. However, this
was merely a small act of restraint; in the blink of an eye, her moans had become so enchanting that even Xiang Yang could
n't resist. From their first night together until now, the two had made love countless times. Facing
Xiang Yang , Zhao Wanyan could no longer control herself. With Xiang Yang's advances, her expression grew increasingly tender, and her movements
became less restrained, a far cry from their first time sharing love. The only thing that remained unchanged was her shyness
, though her body refused to cooperate, always reacting intensely.
Her snow-white body, under Xiang Yang's vigorous assault, appeared moist and dewy. Zhao Wanyan gasped
, her voice dazed, "Xiang... Xiang... Big... Brother... Ah, mmm... Huff... So... So
good... Ah..." Xiang Yang thrust forcefully, whispering in her ear, "What's so good
?" Zhao Wanyan's ears burned, her face flushed with embarrassment as she cried out, "You... Ah... That... Um...
" Although she was intoxicated by pleasure, she was still somewhat conscious, and how could she say
it out loud ?
Xiang Yang knew that although Zhao Wanyan was frail, she could still withstand this kind of intercourse, so he exerted all
his strength and thrust hard, manipulating her delicate body until she trembled and cried out in pain. The bed was a mess, wet
everywhere , and the sounds of their lower bodies colliding were incessant, fast and loud.
"Ah, ah...uh, ha...Brother Xiang...too...ah..."
Zhao Wanyan was floating lightly when suddenly Xiang Yang rolled over, lying on top of her.
Xiang Yang held her pink buttocks, teasing her tight cleft, and said, "Wanyan, sit up."
A wave of shyness washed over Zhao Wanyan, and while responding to the vigorous movements, she weakly pushed against his chest.
She struggled to her feet, her back seemingly about to break under the strain. Zhao Wanyan looked at Xiang Yang with a pitiful expression,
slowly twisting her waist.
Xiang Yang pinched her plump, delicate buttocks, watching her alluring figure sway her breasts, his lower body
feeling her clumsy yet earnest service. He was so excited his blood was surging, and he whispered, "Wanyan, you
... you did even better than last time." Zhao Wanyan breathed softly, her face flushed with shyness, her eyes brimming with tears
, and she gasped, "You... you're... ah, um... laughing at me... again...
um ah..."
They had already tried this position before, the night before they encountered the White Tiger Stronghold, in a
rocky area . Xiang Yang, fearing Zhao Wanyan might hurt herself on the rocks, had positioned himself below her, letting her take the dominant
role. At that time, Zhao Wanyan was still hesitant to use this particular position, and Xiang Yang, being a novice, had not fully
enjoyed it . After several days, Zhao Wanyan had finally let go of her inhibitions. Although her technique was mediocre, Xiang Yang remained highly aroused.
Not only was Zhao Wanyan's body undeniably beautiful, but her shy and timid demeanor alone was enough to captivate anyone.
Even more striking was the way her two exquisite, translucent breasts swayed rapidly as she swayed her hips
. Her upper body was already soaked with milk; the sound of her breasts hitting her body was bright and smooth, and milk droplets
flew everywhere , some even splashing onto Xiang Yang's face and chest. The more Zhao Wanyan looked, the more embarrassed she became, and she cried out in a daze,
"Brother Xiang...I...I...ah...um...uh...let me...let me be on the bottom...
"
But Xiang Yang refused to turn over, grabbing Zhao Wanyan's waist and helping her move vigorously. Zhao Wanyan
felt a surge of heat throughout her body, waves of force penetrating her from below, the intense pleasure driving her into a state of wanton abandon; her body was no longer under
her control.
"Ah, uh... um... ah... no... I can't... I can't take it anymore... ah..." Zhao Wanyan's
right hand rested on Xiang Yang's chest, while her other hand squeezed her wet breasts. She had intended to cover
the milk to prevent it from splashing, but the moment her hand touched him, the intense passion of their love overwhelmed
everything . Her fingers, lost in the moment, kneaded her tender breasts, causing even more milk to flow, covering her entire hand
.
At this moment, Zhao Wanyan was completely immersed in passion, unable to hold back any longer. She cried out,
"Brother Xiang!" Her right hand slid, and her entire body fell heavily onto Xiang Yang, her waist making a
final , rhythmic thrust. At the same time, all of Xiang Yang's strength surged forth, soaring upwards into his beloved's
body. With a "smack," Zhao Wanyan lay pressed against Xiang Yang, her starry eyes tightly closed, accepting this
overwhelming power. As if a heartfelt gift for a long-awaited reunion, Xiang Yang erupted endlessly, the girl
's private parts contracting in waves, his masculine essence filling her delicate secret place, even overflowing. The
storm subsided, the bed a mess, the two panting lovers embracing, the velvet quilt
fallen to the floor, two extra mandarin duck pillows on top.
Zhao Wanyan leaned her face against Xiang Yang, whispering, "Brother Xiang, you never used to be this breathless
." Xiang Yang smiled slightly, kissed her lips, and said, "Look how amazing you are. Even when
sparring with my junior brother, I wouldn't be this tired." Zhao Wanyan's pretty face flushed, and she whispered, "You just love
teasing me!"
The two fell asleep in each other's arms until dawn. When Zhao Wanyan awoke, she was already dressed, and
Xiang Yang was packing his things. Zhao Wanyan lifted the bed curtains and whispered, "Brother Xiang, are you leaving?"
Xiang Yang nodded, finished packing, picked up his bundle, and said, "It's time to go."
Although Zhao Wanyan spoke casually, she couldn't help but feel reluctant to part with Xiang Yang, her eyes
revealing tenderness. Xiang Yang walked to the bedside, cupped her face in his hands, and Zhao Wanyan wrapped her arms around his neck
. They shared a deep kiss and gazed at each other. Zhao Wanyan said softly, "Brother Xiang, I'll wait for you to come back every day."
Xiang Yang patted her shoulder and said, "I'll come back to see you as soon as things are resolved."
As he turned around, he suddenly stepped on something and heard a "whoosh." Both of them were startled as a
fluffy white thing jumped up from under Xiang Yang's feet. It turned out that their passionate encounter last night had
caused the quilt to fall under the bed, covering the little white tiger sleeping beside it. Xiang Yang hadn't noticed and stepped on the quilt, also stepping on the little
white tiger 's tail. As soon as Wen Yuan entered the room, he noticed that the little white tiger was sound asleep, pressed firmly under the covers
, which was quite strange.
The little white tiger jumped onto the bed, roared loudly at Xiang Yang, and arched its back. Zhao Wanyan smiled and patted
the little white tiger's back, gently coaxing it, "Baby, don't be angry, don't be angry, Brother Xiang didn't mean to!" The little
white tiger stared at Xiang Yang with wide eyes, then slowly flattened itself down. Xiang Yang squatted down and smiled, "Little guy
, I'm sorry. You're very energetic, that's great. When I'm not around, you have to protect Wanyan,
okay ?" The little white tiger ran to Zhao Wanyan, spread its limbs, dug its paws into the sheets, raised its head,
and roared, as if showing off in all directions. Although small, it really looked
like . The two of them couldn't help but smile.

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