The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber: Zhao Min and Yang Buhui

Zhou Zhiruo accompanied Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji back to Wudang. Although Zhou Zhiruo and Zhang Wuji had already engaged in intimate relations along the way, they dared not be too blatant because of Zhao Min's presence, thus always adhering to propriety. Upon arriving at the foot of Wudang Mountain, however, Zhou Zhiruo hesitated to ascend the mountain. After all, Song Qingshu had died because of her, and although Zhou Zhiruo had reformed, a lingering resentment remained in the hearts of the Wudang sect. Also, since this trip up the mountain was to officiate Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji's wedding, even though she could be by his side, she didn't want to witness her beloved marry someone else. Zhang Wuji didn't force her, only instructing her to be careful, before ascending the mountain with Zhao Min.
Due to Zhao Min's special status, Zhang Wuji and the entire Wudang sect didn't want to make a fuss; they simply held a ceremony to pay respects to heaven and earth and set up a few tables for a feast. Yang Xiao and others from the Ming Cult also personally offered their congratulations. The day's preparations were undoubtedly arduous. Zhang Wuji was then ushered into the bridal chamber by everyone, and after a few rounds of laughter and conversation, everyone departed.
Zhang Wuji lifted the red veil, revealing Zhao Min, lightly made up, exceptionally beautiful. Zhang Wuji's heart fluttered, and he embraced her, saying, "Minmei, I've finally married you." Recalling their past, he felt both sweetness and trepidation. "From now on, let's retreat to the mountains and never concern ourselves with worldly affairs again, okay?"
Although Zhao Min was quick-witted, she became nervous in this intimate moment. She nodded. Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min drank the nuptial wine and undressed. Zhang Wuji noticed Zhao Min's body trembling slightly, realizing it was her first time and she was understandably nervous. He embraced her and kissed her cherry lips. Zhao Min whispered in his ear, "You and Zhiruo have already... already done it? You two looked strange the whole way here, do you think I didn't notice?"
Zhang Wuji replied, "I'm so sorry! I'll make it up to you today." He removed Zhao Min's bodice, revealing a rosy hue beneath her snow-white skin. Zhao Min, with Yuan blood, possessed a figure superior to that of Han women; her proudly erect breasts rose and fell with her breath, proving this. Zhang Wuji tenderly took Zhao Min's nipple into his mouth, gently biting and licking it, while his other hand kneaded the other nipple with equal vigor.
Zhao Min: Ah…it's so itchy…you…that's so big…I…can't…take it.
Zhang Wuji revealed his erect penis, startling Zhao Min into a panic. Without answering, Zhang Wuji gently parted Zhao Min's legs, and his penis thrust into her vagina, piercing her hymen in one fell swoop. The sudden pain made Zhao Min bite her lips tightly, large tears falling. Zhang Wuji kissed away her tear tracks.
Zhang Wuji: It'll be over in a moment. This was an inevitable process. Zhang Wuji gently withdrew his penis from Zhao Min's vagina. Zhao Min gradually felt the pain subside, replaced by an unprecedented pleasure. Her hips involuntarily arched upwards to meet his thrusts. Zhang Wuji knew it was time, so he gradually increased the force, making Zhao Min moan repeatedly, forgetting she was in Wudang. Suddenly, Zhang Wuji pulled his penis out. Zhao Min was stunned and stared blankly at him.
Zhang Wuji lay down, gesturing for Zhao Min to sit on top, saying, "Min-mei, you are a Yuan dynasty person, skilled in horseback riding, how can you not show us?"
Zhao Min blushed, gently sitting down with her hand on the penis. She felt it penetrate even deeper and involuntarily began to move. Zhang Wuji, who had been smiling and supporting Zhao Min's waist, saw her large breasts bouncing with her movements and reached out to grab and squeeze them. After a while, Zhao Min felt her climax approaching, her moans growing louder until she finally collapsed weakly into Zhang Wuji's arms. Zhang Wuji withdrew his penis and positioned it behind Zhao Min.
Zhang Wuji said, "How can you be so selfish, Min-mei? Weren't you still settling accounts with me? How can you just give up like this?"
He lifted Zhao Min's buttocks and thrust his penis in from behind, but in his jest, he misjudged and stabbed into her anus. Zhao Min pounded the bed in pain, crying, "You…you're just bullying me!"
Zhang Wuji quickly pulled out, saying, "I'm so sorry. Let me show you my riding skills." This time, he aimed at Zhao Min's vagina and thrust in all at once, then bent down to kiss the back of her neck. Because her vagina was already wet, he began to thrust forcefully.
Zhao Min: "Good... Wuji... good brother... you're killing me..." Zhang Wuji: "Min-mei, your vagina is so tight, it even moves! So good... it's sucking so hard I can't take it anymore!"
Zhang Wuji flipped Zhao Min over, gradually increasing his force, thrusting in and out of her vagina with great force. He then bent down to suckle Zhao Min's breasts, causing her to moan repeatedly. Just as the intense battle was taking place on the bed, someone was hiding under the bed, their face flushed. This person was none other than Yang Buhui. Most of the congratulatory guests were Zhang Wuji's elders or subordinates, and none dared to disturb his wedding night. However, Yang Buhui was close in age to them and had intended to sneak a peek at them. But he had drunk a little wine and accidentally fell asleep. He was only awakened when the bed began to shake violently. He dared not leave, hoping they would stop quickly so he could slip away.
Little did he know that Zhang Wuji possessed the Nine Yang Divine Skill, making him far more enduring than ordinary people. Yang Buhui was deeply moved. It turned out that Yin Liting had married a middle-aged man and cherished him dearly. During their intimate moments, he was gentle and tender. Yang Buhui had never witnessed such intense intimacy before, and she was filled with desire, wanting to hurry back to be with her husband.
Zhang Wuji gradually gained pleasure through his relentless thrusting, but unable to bear the thought of Zhao Min's virginity, he gave in and ejaculated all his semen into her vagina. He buried his head between her breasts, inhaling her sweet, oily scent. Zhao Min, exhausted and panting, rested for a while before nudging Zhang Wuji: "I need to take a shower. How can I sleep like this?" She kissed Zhang Wuji, then dressed and left. Zhang Wuji jumped up: "I'll go with you..." and rushed out.
Yang Buhui, seeing this as a golden opportunity, dared not hesitate. She quickly crawled out from under the bed, not even bothering to tidy her clothes before heading out. But before she reached the door, she saw Zhang Wuji return.
Zhang Wuji paused: "Sixth Aunt, you... is something wrong?" Seeing Yang Buhui's disheveled clothes and the dust from under the bed still in her hair, Zhang Wuji knew she had been hiding there, but he didn't know what to say.
Yang Buhui: "I... I was going to look for you... never mind, let's talk about it tomorrow!" With that, she blushed and rushed out.
Yang Buhui returned to her room and found Yin Liting already asleep. Unable to bear waking him, she could only rub her abdomen vigorously, but she couldn't extinguish the burning desire within her. She drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Zhang Wuji explained his intention to retire to seclusion and promised to send word as soon as he found a suitable place. After lunch, he bid farewell to his grandmaster and fellow disciples and went down the mountain with Zhao Min. When they reached the mountainside, someone suddenly darted out from the side—it was Yang Buhui.
Yang Buhui: Princess, may I speak with your husband?
Zhao Min had already learned of the previous night's events from Zhang Wuji and knew they had important matters to discuss, so she arranged to meet Zhang Wuji at Zhou Zhiruo's place at the foot of the mountain. Zhang Wuji, full of suspicion, followed Yang Buhui into the woods.
Zhang Wuji: Sixth Aunt, what is it?
Yang Buhui blushed slightly: We're not strangers, so I'll speak frankly with you! I've been married to Li Ting for a long time, but we've never had a child. I know your medical skills are superb, so I came to ask for your help. Your sixth uncle doesn't say it, but I know he really wants a child. Plus, that kid Qing Shu has made everyone less happy than before, so we'd like to have a son.
Zhang Wuji: These things can't be rushed, but as long as you're both healthy, having a son shouldn't be difficult. Let me take your pulse first!
Zhang Wuji placed his hand on Yang Buhui's pulse, and Yang Buhui shuddered. He involuntarily recalled what happened last night, and his heart raced.
Zhang Wuji remained silent, lost in thought. Yang Buhui asked anxiously: What's wrong? Is it something wrong with my health?
Zhang Wuji: Sixth Aunt, you're in good health. Aside from your slightly rapid heartbeat, there's nothing wrong. I just think… perhaps the problem lies with Uncle. After all, he's middle-aged, and his body has been severely damaged by enemies. Plus… the Wudang martial arts emphasize intricate techniques and cultivating the mind and spirit; perhaps that's one of the reasons.
Yang Buhui: Then isn't there any other way?
Zhang Wuji shook his head: Actually, it's not necessary to have a son. One should live a life of contentment. Aunt, there's no need to be too anxious. Perhaps I'm wrong.
In her panic, Yang Buhui felt dizzy and unsteady on her feet. Zhang Wuji quickly rushed to support her. Suddenly, Zhang Wuji felt a sharp pain in his waist; Yang Buhui had pressed on his Qihai and Zhongguancun acupoints. Yang Buhui knelt down and kowtowed to Zhang Wuji: "I'm begging you on behalf of the Yin family."
With that, Yang Buhui gritted her teeth, removed Zhang Wuji's clothes, and then removed and folded her own, placing them under a tree. Zhang Wuji's heart skipped a beat; he already knew Yang Buhui's intentions. But as an elder, how could he do such a thing? He hurriedly tried to activate his Nine Yang Divine Skill to break through the acupoints, but all the pressure points were vital, making it extremely difficult. Seeing Yang Buhui remove her outer garments, her tall figure, inherited from Ji Xiaofu, and her full breasts swaying before Zhang Wuji's eyes with every movement, Zhang Wuji's mind was filled with desire, making it even harder to break through the acupoints. Yang Buhui slowly knelt down in front of Zhang Wuji, taking his limp penis into her mouth and licking it gently.
Although Yang Buhui wasn't skilled in this art, the stimulation caused his penis to grow larger and larger, filling her mouth completely until she could barely breathe. Only then did she reluctantly spit it out. She stood up, intending to align her vagina with his penis and insert it, but standing was far from easy. Just as she was about to lay Zhang Wuji down, he suddenly grabbed her waist and lifted her up. His engorged penis slammed into her vagina. Yang Buhui, caught in mid-air with no leverage, felt the weight of his body pushing the penis even deeper. Her legs involuntarily wrapped around Zhang Wuji's waist, offering some relief from the pain.
Although Yang Buhui had been a wife for a long time, she had never encountered such a thick and large penis. Her tight little hole felt as if it was about to be burst, but the pain was mixed with a pleasure different from that of her husband. Zhang Wuji used his hands to lift Yang Buhui's body up and down, making his penis move in and out of her little hole. His mouth was not idle either, biting Yang Buhui's bright red buds and sucking them. Yang Buhui moaned continuously. Zhang Wuji walked towards a tree, and with each step, his huge penis thrust deeply into Yang Buhui's little hole. Yang Buhui was now in a daze, and she murmured incoherently
. Yang Buhui: Oh... Brother Wuji... your penis... is so big... much better than... Yang Buhui: I... I don't have a chance to be with you... anymore... Wuji, fuck me... let me remember... you... and your... goodness forever.
Wuji leaned Yang Buhui's body against the tree, and his hands began to knead her trembling breasts. He kissed Yang Buhui's little mouth. She said, "Sixth Aunt, no... Sister Bu Hui... I want you to remember me forever..." Zhang Wuji thrust his penis deep into Yang Bu Hui's vagina, Yang Bu Hui leaned against the tree trunk, the leaves falling as she shook.
Yang Bu Hui: "I... I... I envy Zhao Min so much... so... so hard... Give me all of yours! I'll help... Li Ting and you have a... son..." Zhang Wuji, initially unable to resist the temptation and blinded by lust, began to have sex with Yang Bu Hui. But upon hearing the name of his Sixth Uncle, he couldn't help but recall the kindness of his Sixth Uncle, and the feeling of incest overwhelmed him. He accidentally ejaculated all his semen into Yang Bu Hui's vagina. The two rested on the leaves for a while before straightening their clothes and leaving.
That night, to ease her conscience and to avoid future suspicion, Yang Bu Hui hinted to Yin Li Ting that Yin Li Ting took good care of his wife and never disappointed him, so she mounted him. Gently nibbling Yang Buhui's earlobe, his hands kneading her breasts with varying pressure. After her fierce battle with Zhang Wuji, Yang Buhui felt restless and her body writhed. Yin Liting aimed his penis at Yang Buhui's vagina and thrust it in all at once. In her hazy state, Yang Buhui felt that this penis was not as good as Zhang Wuji's, and she felt a sense of loss. However, this was followed by affection and a little guilt. She couldn't help but lift her hips to meet his thrusts, allowing Yin Liting's penis to penetrate even deeper. She then stuffed her snow-white breasts into Yin Liting's mouth.
Yin Liting was tender and caring towards his wife, and he wasn't surprised by her reaction. He continued thrusting slowly. Although Yang Buhui didn't experience the same pleasure as Zhang Wuji, her husband's tenderness moved her deeply. When Yin Liting's thrusting slowed down, she got up and sucked on his penis with her cherry-like lips. Yin Liting had never enjoyed such a sensation before; he felt an indescribable sweetness. In a daze, he held Yang Buhui's head and used her mouth as a vagina, thrusting repeatedly. After a while, he couldn't help but ejaculate on Yang Buhui's face, only then coming to his senses.
Yin Liting was startled: "I'm sorry, I accidentally... Buhui... Where did you learn this? ...It made me so confused."
Yang Buhui: "As long as you like, I can suck for you every day. But for fertility, sometimes I have to... Okay, let's go take a shower!"
Yin Liting and Yang Buhui went to bathe together. After Yin Liting finished, he went straight to his room. Yang Buhui said she was going to find her father and walked towards Yang Xiao's room. When she arrived, she saw that the light was still on, so she knocked on the door and entered. She saw Yang Xiao gazing thoughtfully out the window. Yang Buhui went behind him and gently massaged him.
Yang Buhui: Father, what are you thinking about?
Yang Xiao: It's late, aren't you going to sleep?
Yang Buhui: I can't live to see you for long. It's rare to see you again because you came to Wuji's wedding ceremony. You've lost weight.
Yang Xiao: How are you and your husband getting along?
Yang Buhui: He's very good to me, Father, don't worry.
Yang Xiao: Of course I know. You and he are doing well. I heard everything just now. How could a girl shout so loudly? You should know that Wudang Mountain is full of masters. Even a sound wouldn't escape everyone's ears. Although this is how husband and wife are supposed to be, Yang Buhui blushed and chuckled upon hearing Yang Xiao's words, saying nothing. Yang Xiao turned around, staring intently at Yang Buhui, and sighed: "You really are like your mother."
Yang Buhui: "I know you must have been thinking of your mother just now!"
A sudden glint of desire flashed in Yang Xiao's eyes. It turned out that Yang Buhui's words had involuntarily reminded him of Ji Xiaofu. The two immortals, Xiaoyao and Ji Xiaofu, were known for their dashing and romantic nature, but since meeting Ji Xiaofu, Yang Xiao had been devoted to her and had never had another woman.
Yang Xiao saw Yang Buhui's figure vaguely overlapping with Ji Xiaofu's in his eyes. He reached out to pull Yang Buhui into his arms, but was startled and quickly said: "It's late, go to sleep! We can talk about it tomorrow."
Yang Buhui still didn't sense anything amiss, snuggling into Yang Xiao's arms and acting coquettishly towards him as usual. Although Yang Xiao tried his best to restrain himself, his hand had already touched Yang Buhui's buttocks. Only then did Yang Buhui realize something was wrong and struggled to stand up. Yang Xiao pressed down, pressing down on Yang Buhui's shoulder.
Yang Xiao: Xiaofu, why do you keep me at arm's length? Do you know how much I miss you? Did you come back to see me?
Only then did Yang Buhui realize that Yang Xiao regarded her as his mother, but she dared not call out loud, because if she did, Yang Xiao would surely commit suicide out of shame and anger after waking up, which would also be unsightly in front of the Wudang people.
Yang Xiao forcefully tore open her clothes. Although Yang Buhui struggled desperately, she was no match for Yang Xiao's strength. She only saw Yang Xiao's penis gradually approaching her vagina. Once it entered, it would violate the incestuous relationship between father and daughter, but she could not stop it. Yang Xiao took a breath and thrust his penis all the way in. The tight embrace of her vagina made Yang Xiao realize that this was not a dream, and the woman in front of him was actually his daughter. He was stunned.
Seeing Yang Xiao stop moving, Yang Buhui knew he had regained consciousness, but she couldn't bear to scold him too much. She kissed his lips, then placed her firm breasts into his mouth, saying, "It's alright, just pretend it's a dream!"
Yang Xiao sucked on Yang Buhui's breasts, thinking that since the mistake had already occurred, he might as well go all the way! He then slowly began to thrust his penis in and out. Seeing Yang Buhui open her mouth to moan, he quickly stuffed the corner of the blanket into her mouth. Yang Buhui then realized that she couldn't cry out loud about this incestuous act, so she bit the blanket and groaned. The lust she had just felt with her husband surged up again. Although Yang Xiao's penis wasn't as large as Zhang Wuji's, he hadn't been intimate with a woman in a long time, and he thrust in and out relentlessly, wanting to release decades of suppressed desire onto his daughter. This caused Yang Buhui to experience multiple orgasms. The thought of her father's penis thrusting inside her deepened her sense of guilt and pleasure.
Yang Xiao: Daughter... your hole is so tight... just like your mother's... so good... Yang Buhui: Just treat me like your mother... do it to your heart's content... Yang Buhui: Father... you're so good... you're fucking your daughter so well... Yang Xiao: Xiaofu... Xiaofu, I'm finally... finally doing it with you... together.
Yang Xiao felt it inappropriate to have his semen inside his daughter's body, so he withdrew at the moment of ejaculation, spraying all of his semen onto Yang Buhui's chest.

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