The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Clever Huang Rong's Battle at the Iron Spear Temple in Jiaxing

After bidding farewell to Hong Qigong at the foot of Iron Palm Peak, Guo Jing and Huang Rong, consumed by their passionate love, decided to retire to
Peach and escape the martial world.
They soon arrived at the shores of the East China Sea. Overjoyed, they sailed across the sea to the island, only to discover
the bodies of the other five of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, excluding Ke Zhen'e and Nan Xiren. When Nan Xiren wrote a fragmented ten-character last message,
the two argued and speculated for a long time. Finally, Guo Jing refused to look at Huang Rong again, rushed to the beach, drew his dagger, cut the mooring rope
, raised the anchor, hoisted the sail, and left Peach Blossom Island.
Huang Rong stared blankly at the sea, watching the sailboat drift westward with the wind. At first, she hoped he would change his mind and turn back to
fetch her, but as the sail grew smaller and smaller, her heart grew colder and more bitter. Finally, the sailboat
disappeared into the horizon. Suddenly realizing she was all alone on the island, she knew she would never see her beloved Guo Jing again, and
she didn't know if her father would ever return. The days ahead seemed endless; was she destined to stand on the shore like this forever? She
then boarded another small boat and followed Guo Jing away from Peach Blossom Island.
Several days later, the sailboat reached the shore. Guo Jing, filled with hatred for everything on Peach Blossom Island, raised the anchor and punched a large hole in the hull.
Watching the sailboat slowly tilt and sink to the bottom of the sea, he felt a profound sense of loss. He didn't look back, bought a dwarf
horse , and slowly headed towards Jiaxing.
The Drunken Immortal Pavilion was located on the shore of South Lake. This restaurant had been deeply imprinted in his mind for over ten years. On this day, in the misty rain of Jiangnan, he
finally arrived in Jiaxing and saw it with his own eyes. He saw flying eaves and magnificent buildings; it was indeed a fine Wu-Chu pavilion. Turning his head,
he saw a thin beggar boy curled up under the stage across the street, sheltering from the light rain. He vaguely recognized him as Huang Rong from
Zhangjiakou .
Guo Jing's heart pounded, but then he remembered Rong'er was still on Peach Blossom Island, and thinking of his tragically deceased masters,
a wave of sorrow washed over him. Without looking back, he rushed upstairs.
A waiter greeted him, saying, "Sir, please have your drinks downstairs. The upstairs room is booked today.
" Guo Jing was about to reply when he heard someone call out, "Jing'er, you've come!"
He looked up and saw a Taoist priest sitting upright, drinking. His long beard reached his chest, and his face was ruddy. It was none other than Qiu Chuji, the Master of Changchun.
Guo Jing rushed forward, knelt down, and uttered only one sentence: "Master Qiu!" His voice was already choked with emotion.
Qiu Chuji reached out and helped him up, saying, "You arrived a day early, that's good!" He laughed heartily. But then Guo Jing
suddenly burst into tears. He asked in surprise, "Why are you so sad?"
Guo Jing stepped forward, knelt down, and cried, "I... my six masters are all gone."
Qiu Chuji was shocked and demanded, "What?!" Guo Jing cried, "Besides Master, the other six... are all
gone!" These two sentences struck Qiu Chuji like a thunderbolt, leaving him speechless for a long time.
Just as Guo Jing and Qiu Chuji were weeping and wailing in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, Huang Rong, who was nestled by the stage across the street,
unexpectedly heard a familiar voice. The voice grew closer, and it was Wanyan Honglie, Yang Kang, Ouyang
Feng, Qiu Qianren, and others.
Ouyang Feng said to Wanyan Honglie, "Zhou Botong's martial arts are so high that even I can't defeat him. Your Highness used
a little trick to trap him to death in the Misty Rain Pavilion. This is truly a brilliant strategy..." Wanyan Honglie chuckled, "This must have
been hard work for Hou Tonghai."
As Wanyan Honglie and the others walked further and further away, Huang Rong's suspicions deepened. First, Zhou Botong was trapped and died in the Misty Rain Pavilion
. This old rascal had lived on Peach Blossom Island for twenty years, practically growing up alongside her. The old man's innocent charm and the young woman's
mischievousness made them a perfect match. As Huang Rong grew older, their relationship became increasingly complicated
. Then there was Hou Tonghai, whose throat she had slit at the Zhao Prince's Mansion in Beijing. How could he be at the Misty Rain Pavilion in Jiaxing?

She
also it was best to warn Guo Jing first.
She stood up and walked to the Drunken Immortal Pavilion across the street when she suddenly felt a strong gust of wind. Guo Jing's "Regretful Dragon" move
was incredibly powerful, striking a man in green. The man in green slightly shifted his body, deflecting the attack with his left hand. His
expression was elegant; it was none other than Huang Yaoshi, the master of Peach Blossom Island. With a few cracking sounds, Guo Jing
lost his momentum and passed through the latticed window, landing at the street corner.
He cursed Huang Yaoshi twice, then, using his strength, leaped up, a gray shadow flashing as he tried to rush into the building again.
Next a green shadow flashed, and Qiu Chuji, wielding his long sword, charged at Huang Yaoshi alongside Guo Jing.
The street was bustling with people; hearing of the fight in the tavern, they all rushed to watch. Suddenly, they saw someone leap out of the window
, weapons gleaming white. A shout rang out, and the crowd shoved and pushed, several people falling.
Huang Rong had intended to rush back to the tavern to warn them, but seeing her fiancé viciously cursing her father and fighting desperately,
she felt disheartened. She thought, "Since Brother Jing can't beat Father anyway, and Father won't kill him, it's more important
to save Zhou Botong." Looking around, she saw a small boat carrying bamboo baskets heading towards the Misty
Rain Pavilion on the islet in the middle of the lake. She immediately ran down from the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, grabbed the boat, and rowed away.
After a difficult journey, she finally reached the island. Huang Rong looked around, assessing the situation, took three deep breaths
, and listened intently, but heard no sound from the Misty Rain Pavilion.
Remembering Ouyang Feng's words that "Old Urchin was tricked by Wanyan Honglie," she feared he was in trouble. Anxious,
she tiptoed into the Misty Rain Pavilion. Finding no one downstairs, she rushed up the stairs. There, at the window, were two figures facing each other,
motionless—it was none other than Old Urchin Zhou Botong, who was inexplicably squatting in a horse stance, and her old acquaintance, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon
Hou Tonghai .
Seeing this, Huang Rong felt relieved and called out, "Old Urchin, I'm here! Why don't you stand up?"
Zhou Botong heard her but didn't respond.
Seeing this, and recalling the conversation between Wanyan Honglie and Ouyang Feng, Huang Rong knew that they must be wary of Zhou Botong's
martial arts prowess, and had provoked him by challenging the three-headed dragon to a horse stance contest, with the first to move losing.
Hou Tonghai's martial arts were far inferior to Zhou Botong's, but this method would firmly restrain him,
allowing others to focus on the Quanzhen Sect.
Zhou Botong, who enjoyed playing with others and was naive, easily fell for the trick. Although Huang Rong's sudden appearance surprised him
, he remained firmly in his horse stance, not daring to move even a little finger. He called Hou Tonghai several times
, but Hou Tonghai, as if afraid of losing the contest, did not respond.
Huang Rong carefully examined Hou Tonghai and noticed a deep scar on his neck that ran all the way to his ear. She couldn't help but
sigh , thinking: Could it be that he fought that three-headed dragon at the Zhao Prince's mansion that day… The more times they made love, the lighter their blows became?
This man has already died once at her hands, so she won't kill him a second time...
However, Huang Rong only knew one side of the story. Back at the Zhao Prince's mansion, she hadn't held back, but Hou Tonghai
not only a deformed tumor on his head and a penis that was abnormally large, but even his acupoints and trachea were abnormally shaped. Therefore, with
the same stab, Peng Lianhu, Sha Tongtian, and Liang Ziweng all died instantly, but this three-headed dragon survived by sheer luck.
Huang Rong laughed, "If you two keep fighting like this, even after several more hours, you might not be able to determine a winner.
What's the point? How about this, I'll be the witness. I'll tickle your waist acupoints at the same time,
with the same . Whoever laughs out loud first loses."
Zhou Botong, who was already impatiently squatting in a horse stance, was very pleased with Huang Rong's suggestion, but dared not express his agreement.
Without a word, Huang Rong walked between the two men, squatted down, placed the Dog-Beating Stick on the ground, stretched out her arms, and pointed
her index fingers at their waist acupoints.
However, before her fingers even reached them, a long string of water droplets hit Zhou Botong and Hou Tonghai. It turned out that
the light rain from the Drunken Immortal Pavilion to this island in the lake had soaked their beggar clothes.
Originally worried about Zhou Botong, Huang Rong didn't feel cold, but a gust of wind blew in through the window, making her shiver
. She couldn't help but say, "You two squat for a while longer, I'll change into some dry clothes." She
took off her small hat, first changing into a long skirt, which was easy. Huang Rong put the long skirt over her beggar clothes, tied it up,
and then changed out of the trousers underneath, so there was no exposure at all. After undressing, she furrowed her brow
, then slipped her hand under her skirt, twisting her hips to pull out a soaking wet pair of underwear. This caused Zhou Botong and
Hou Tonghai to freeze, though their breathing became heavier.
The next step, the upper garment, was less complicated. Huang Rong turned and removed her beggar's outer garment and
the wet undergarment clinging to her body, revealing her delicate shoulders and fair, smooth back. Then, she raised her lotus-root-like
arms, slipping them through the white undergarment. With each turn, her full breasts were faintly visible. At this point, Zhou Botong and
Hou Tonghai's breathing became heavy; Huang Rong could even hear their heartbeats quickening.
She removed the hairpin from her hair, and her long, black, shiny hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Huang Rong
glanced at Zhou Botong and Hou Tonghai with her large, watery eyes, then gracefully walked over and pressed her hands on their
acupoints on their lower backs.
Knowing that Zhou Botong's internal strength far surpassed that of the outwardly strong but inwardly weak Three-Headed Flood Dragon, she didn't use any
tricks indeed applied equal force, but strangely enough, while Zhou Botong didn't move, Hou Tonghai seemed completely oblivious, paying no attention whatsoever.
Huang Rong secretly marveled, thinking: "This Three-Headed Flood Dragon's acupoint-closing skills are truly remarkable. I saw
him hold his breath in the snow at the Zhao Prince's mansion. Perhaps his sect's martial arts specialize in closing acupoints. If someone were to do that, I
would have laughed uncontrollably." However, she then thought, "If he really specializes in closing acupoints, why wouldn't he practice those vital points
…? Twenty or so thrusts and he'd be defeated, hmph…"
Thinking of this, Huang Rong's cheeks flushed red, and she tickled Zhou and Hou even more vigorously.
Zhou Botong channeled his inner strength to resist the force of the finger strike, but the Xiaoyao acupoint, located at the end of the ribcage, was soft and
difficult to manipulate. He could only borrow the force to deflect it, and fearing that moving his body would cause him to lose the bet, he endured the pain until he was covered in sweat. In contrast,
Hou Tonghai remained calm and composed, his nonchalant demeanor surprising Huang Rong. She bent down
and increased the pressure on her hand.
After a while, Huang Rong, having failed to achieve her goal, looked up, about to criticize Zhou Botong and Hou Tonghai, when she noticed their
eyes darting downwards. Although they were staring blankly, trying to suppress their itching, they were staring intently at her chest, their eyes filled with lust.
Looking down, she realized that the evening breeze from the window, combined with her thin silk robe
, had caused it to open naturally. She had also taken off her wet undergarment and wasn't putting it back on, revealing glimpses of her
full breasts and the deep cleavage between them. Feeling
both annoyed and amused, Huang Rong couldn't help but scold Zhou and Hou in a coquettish voice: "What are you looking at ?
" However, not really minding, Huang Rong casually tugged at her collar, trying to cover herself. Halfway through,
she noticed two high tents bulging in Zhou and Hou's crotches and couldn't help but say coquettishly: "You two
aren't having a competition, so be serious! You've been watching for so long, haven't you had enough?
" Huang Rong was naturally inclined to help Zhou Botong win, but after teasing them for so long without success,
she noticed the two bulging crotches and remembered Hou Tonghai's premature ejaculation at the Zhao Prince's mansion.
A sudden idea struck her, and seeing the infatuated expressions on their faces, she decided to consider it a good deed.
Huang Rong lightly bit her lip, gathering her hair that had been draped over her shoulders back into a bun. Her eyes sparkled, and she said
in a coquettish voice , "I've been itching for ages, but you two are so skilled, I can't decide
who's better. Well then, I think I'll try a different method. I... I'll help you. Whoever moves first, or ejaculates first, loses
."
She reached out and rubbed their groins, giggling, "You two aren't young anymore, yet you can still get this hard.
Amazing ..." After saying such lewd things, her jade-like cheeks flushed crimson, and she felt quite embarrassed.
But then she thought, these two are old acquaintances she knows well, so Huang Rong didn't hesitate any longer. She knelt down and
used to undo Zhou and Hou's belts, pulling down their trousers.
With each pull, Huang Rong's pretty face turned even redder. As the trousers fell down, Hou Tonghai's
deformed and Zhou Botong's over six-inch-long, rather obese penis sprang
out simultaneously with a "whoosh. "
Stealing a glance at their eyes, still in a dazed and disordered state, half-open and half-closed, Huang Rong became much bolder
. She reached out and grabbed Zhou Botong and Hou Tonghai's erect penises respectively, beginning to slowly stroke them.
Their penises, caressed by Huang Rong's soft hands, both
men felt a jolt in their hearts, the pleasure from their lower bodies almost overwhelming them. Before them stood a beautiful young woman, half-naked, with smooth, white skin
, a curvaceous figure, and barely concealed peach-like breasts. The sight made Zhou and Hou's penises throb with veins
, their glans engorged and glistening. They both took a deep breath, barely managing to suppress their urges, continuing to enjoy this sudden,
gentle service.
Huang Rong teased them for a while, and glistening droplets of water began to emerge from the urethral openings of Zhou Botong and Hou Tonghai's penises one after another
. However, despite their persistent efforts, they made no progress.
Suddenly, she stopped, her face flushed, and said in a sweet voice, "How long are you two going to hold out? My
hands are getting sore."
After a moment's thought, Huang Rong straightened up, pulled her silk robe aside, revealing her
snow-white, delicate breasts. She cupped her full, tender breasts in her small hands, and used her erect, bright red
nipples to wipe away the glistening droplets from the glans of Zhou and Hou's penises.
The touch of her nipples caused Zhou Botong and Hou Tonghai's penises to tremble with excitement, but due to the bet,
neither spoke, much to Huang Rong's frustration.
She stood up and shoved her nipple, still wet with Zhou Botong's urethral discharge, into Hou Tonghai's nostril.
After a few thrusts, she shoved her nipple, still wet with Hou Tonghai's urethral discharge, into Zhou Botong's nostril... Seeing the two men, though
they dared not move, their eyes filled with terror, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.
After laughing, she squatted down and played with it for a while longer. Huang Rong stopped again, shook her hands, blushed
, and gave a "humph." She brought her mouth close to Zhou Botong's glans, but then quickly pulled away, saying coquettishly, "Old
rascal, yours smells so strong..." Then she glanced quickly at Hou Tonghai's deformed penis and said to
herself One uses their hands, the other their mouth. Ten thrusts make a round. You two can decide who wins and who loses
!"
As soon as Huang Rong finished speaking, as if she had made a great decision, she narrowed her eyes and took Zhou Botong's glans into her mouth.
With a delicate, pouty look, Huang Rong glanced sideways at Hou Tonghai before starting to stroke his penis with one hand, while her small mouth began to suck on
the old man's large glans. After a dozen or so times, Huang Rong turned to the side, switching hands and
mouths, now stroking Zhou Botong with one hand while sucking on Hou Tonghai's strangely shaped glans.
Huang Rong favored the old man, her cherry lips completely enveloping the glans when she was sucking on Hou Tonghai's penis,
licking it with her nimble little tongue, occasionally pushing the tip of her tongue into the urethral opening. When it was
Zhou in the blink of an eye, they had switched positions more than ten times.
Although she was only helping the motionless Zhou and Hou, a thrill still spread through Huang Rong's mind.
A fine layer of sweat appeared on her beautiful face, and she couldn't help but twist her slender waist, squeezing her two plump buttocks
tightly. With each breath, her firm, high breasts bounced rhythmically
.
Then it was Zhou Botong's turn to be served by Huang Rong's small mouth. Despite her favoritism, the Old Urchin could no longer
restrain himself. He bent down slightly, reached out his withered, dark hands, and grasped the trembling breasts, caressing them. Then, with
a thrust of his hips, his penis throbbed, and suddenly, with a low growl, he lost control, his thick, yellowish semen gushing out.
With the glans pressing against her mouth, Huang Rong couldn't spit it out before her mouth was filled with it, and she had to swallow it.
After spitting out Zhou Botong's glans, Huang Rong smacked her lips, frowned slightly, and said: "Old Urchin, even with my
bias, you still lost..."
Hearing Huang Rong's words, Zhou Botong replied guiltily: "Such a beautiful young lady doing this to me...
...This... how can this old man bear it?"
Huang Rong scoffed at Zhou Botong, straightened up, and said to Hou Tonghai, "Since you've won,
I won't take your life anymore. Go, go!" However, Hou Tonghai ignored her completely, remaining motionless
in horse stance.
Huang Rong reached out and pushed him on the shoulder, scolding, "Who's going to look at your stupid face? Are you courting death?"
With that gentle push, Hou Tonghai's short, stocky body fell to the ground, still in his horse
stance, looking like a clay or wooden statue. This startled both Zhou Botong and Huang Rong.
Huang Rong thought to herself: Could it be that this three-headed dragon, after forcefully closing its acupoints and then its essence, actually sealed itself off?
Looking into its eyes, she reached out to check its breath; it was breathing normally. In a flash, she felt both amused and
annoyed, and said to Zhou Botong: "Old rascal, you've been tricked and don't even realize it! What a fool!"
Zhou Botong's eyes widened, and he angrily said: "What?" Huang Rong laughed: "Release its acupoints first."
Zhou Botong was startled, bent down and touched and patted Hou Tonghai's body a few times, discovering that all eight major acupoints on its body had
been sealed. He jumped up and shouted: "That doesn't count! That doesn't count!"
Huang Rong said: "What doesn't count?"
Zhou Botong said: "That old poisoner came with us; he must have sealed this fellow's acupoints after he sat down. This damn three-
headed dragon naturally can't move, much less ejaculate. Even if you suck its essence for three days and three nights, it still won't lose."
Zhou Botong bent down to release Hou Tonghai's acupoints, and kept saying: Come on, let's compete again! Let's compete again,
this time without Huang Rong's hands and mouth, the two of us will do it ourselves.
Upon hearing the words "We'll do it ourselves," Huang Rong immediately had a wicked thought and giggled: "You two doing it yourselves?
Does that mean Zhou Botong will provide the penis and Hou Tonghai will provide the anus, or the Old Urchin will provide the anus and the Three-Headed Dragon will provide the penis
?" Huang Rong's laughter made even the limp Hou Tonghai laugh along, while Zhou Botong
blushed stammered: "How about you help us one more time, little Huang Rong
?" But Huang Rong replied with a face full of disgust: "No way! My hands are already sore from all that, and then your old semen
filled my mouth. It's disgusting..."
The Old Urchin continued: "How about we just use the vagina this time..."
Huang Rong glared at him and scolded: "Old Urchin, you wish! Don't you know I'm already engaged to Brother Jing
? Using my mouth is the limit. We can't just do whatever we used to."
As soon as they finished speaking, Zhou Botong and Hou Tonghai, who was lying on the ground, sighed in unison. The Old Urchin exclaimed in surprise, "My
sigh is one thing, but what's with your sigh, Three-Headed Flood Dragon
?" Seeing Zhou Botong's unreasonable behavior, Huang Rong knew that the more she talked, the more awkward it would become. With a helpless expression, she raised
her long leg and kicked Hou Tonghai down the stairs, shouting, "I'll spare your life today, just don't run into my hands again!"
As the sound of Hou Tonghai's staggering footsteps faded into the distance, Huang Rong finally relaxed. The day's
journey had left her feeling very hungry. She said, "Old Urchin, go catch a wild duck or rabbit. I'll prepare it
and fill my stomach."
Zhou Botong knew Huang Rong was a superb cook, and he was in for a treat. He chuckled, nodded, and
went out . Soon he returned with two rabbits, bled and skinned them, gathered firewood, and started roasting them in the Misty Rain Pavilion
.
Before they had finished eating the rabbit, the two heard the sound of clashing swords approaching from afar. Huang Rong crouched by
the window and saw a dazzling display of sword light on the lakeside. Seven or eight people were surrounding Huang Yaoshi. Seeing that he was outnumbered,
she was startled, but upon recognizing the faces of those fighting, a wave of sorrow washed over her.
She saw Ke Zhen'e, the Flying Bat, wielding his iron staff, standing back-to-back with Guo Jing. Besides him were six other Taoists—Ma Yu
, Qiu Chuji, and the other six members of the Quanzhen Sect.
After a moment, Huang Rong realized that the Quanzhen Sect had set up the Big Dipper Formation. However, Changzhenzi Tan Chuduan was dead, and
Ke Zhen'e had taken over the position of "Tianxuan." Presumably, the Flying Bat was unfamiliar with formations, hence Guo Jing was protecting him from behind
. The six Quanzhen disciples wielded their longswords, advancing and retreating, their attacks fierce and varied, surrounding Huang Yaoshi.
Ke Zhen'e shouted: "No matter how powerful you are, today you will not escape justice!"
However, seeing Huang Yaoshi's relaxed and carefree demeanor, showing no signs of being overwhelmed, Guo Jing couldn't help but become
suspicious .
Suddenly, Huang Yaoshi braced his left foot on the ground and swept his right leg around his body twice, forcing all eight of them to retreat three steps. Changchunzi
Qiu Chuji exclaimed, "What a magnificent sweeping-leaf leg technique!"
Huang Yaoshi turned around and swung his left palm diagonally, striking fiercely at the head of Changshengzi Liu Chuxuan, switching from defense to offense
.
Liu Chuxuan only felt a whooshing sound as the enemy's palm struck his head. Terrified, he hurriedly fell to the ground to avoid it. Ma Yu and
Wang Chuyi, seeing this, realized the imminent danger and drew their swords simultaneously.
Although Liu Chuxuan escaped danger, the Big Dipper Formation had been disrupted. Huang Yaoshi laughed and rushed towards Sun Bu'er, taking three steps
before suddenly retreating, his back colliding with Guangningzi Hao Datong.
Hao Datong had never seen such a strange move before, and hesitated for a moment. Just as he was about to thrust his sword at Hao Datong's spine, Huang Yaoshi moved like a rabbit
, already breaking out of the circle and standing two zhang away.
Zhou Botong laughed: "Old Huang Yaoshi's move is quite cool!"
Huang Rong shouted: "I'm going to help my father!" and ran towards the stairs.
Zhou Botong also called out: "Little Huang Rong, wait!"
Huang Rong stopped on the stairs and asked: "What's wrong? What idea do you have?
Before you go downstairs, at least pull your clothes up first..." Zhou Botong pointed to Huang Rong's still exposed,
snow-white breasts that swayed as she stopped, and said seriously.
Huang Rong exclaimed "Oh dear!" and her pretty face turned red. She scolded: "Old rascal, are you trying to kill yourself! Why didn't you say so earlier!"...
She quickly pulled her clothes up from her waist, covering her breasts that had been exposed for more than an hour
.
Zhou Botong said: "I find it pleasing to the eye, why would I say it and then I won't be able to see it anymore!"
Then Zhou Botong continued: "Are you helping your brother Jing or your father? If you're helping your father, don't worry, don't worry . Huang
Yaoshi didn't fight back at first, it seems he's still handling things with ease."
Huang Rong heard this and returned to the window, asking: "How do you know?
" Zhou Botong said: "If he were really forced into a corner, he would definitely fight with all his might. Just now, that little brat Liu Chuxuan would
n't be alive. The little Taoists are no match for them, no match for them."
He took a bite of a rabbit leg and chuckled, "Before Huang Yaoshi and your brother Jing arrived, I saw those old Taoists
and Ke Zhen'e arranging their formations over there. But how can this Heavenly Dipper Formation be learned in an instant? I just don't know
what Ke Zhen'e and that silly boy did to become such enemies with your father."
Huang Rong remained silent, choked by anger. Zhou Botong asked curiously, "Are you two having a falling out too?"
Huang Rong gritted her teeth and said, "He, he, humph! He thinks my father killed the other five heroes of Jiangnan, saying he has
a deep-seated hatred for my father."
Even Zhou Botong, who was a bit slow-witted, was startled upon hearing this and hurriedly asked, "Is this true?" Just as
Huang Rong was about to answer, the situation below the Misty Rain Pavilion changed. Huang Yaoshi used his Splitting Palm Technique, and with a whooshing sound
, the eight opponents found it difficult to get close.
If we consider the martial arts of Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi, and others, Huang Yaoshi would not have been able to keep them
at a distance of more than ten feet with just his bare hands. However, the Heavenly Dipper Formation was a simultaneous advance and retreat formation. Sun Bu'er and Ke Zhen'e were relatively weak in martial arts,
and Guo Jing was unfamiliar with formations. If one of them was forced back, the others would have to retreat as well.
Zhou Botong, scratching his head in frustration, wanted to go down and help his disciples and grand-disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, but
Huang Rong pinched his waist. He muttered, "These little brats think I'm dead and want to
avenge me. Isn't this hilarious? Besides, Huang Rong told me not to fight Huang Yaoshi, or she won't come with me
...
" Huang Rong pinched him even harder, coquettishly retorting, "I already said we're engaged! I won't come with
you if you don't go down..."
While the two were talking in the Misty Rain Pavilion, Huang Yaoshi, in the open space below, laughed loudly: "Unexpectedly, the disciples of Chongyang Sect are so
ungrateful!" Suddenly, he rushed in front of Sun Bu'er, unleashing three swift palm strikes.
Ma Yu and Hao Datong drew their swords to his rescue. Huang Yaoshi slightly shifted his body, dodging their swords, and then unleashed
three more palm strikes at Sun Bu'er.
The Peach Blossom Island Master's palm techniques were incredibly refined. Even if Wang Chongyang were resurrected, he would have to dodge the sharpness of these six palm strikes
. How could Sun Bu'er possibly withstand them? Seeing the palms coming like the wind, she could only frantically dodge with her sword. Ma Yu and the others, seeing him focusing his
attacks on Sun Bu'er, surrounded her to help. In this critical moment, the formation began to falter.
Suddenly, someone cried out "Ouch!" in mid-air and flew towards the Misty Rain Pavilion. It turned out that Hao Datong had been grabbed by
the back and thrown over.
This created an even bigger flaw in the formation. Huang Yaoshi wouldn't allow the opponent to repair it. He immediately lowered his head and charged towards Ma Yu, fully expecting
him to dodge. However, Ma Yu's sword was positioned on the outside, while his left hand's sword technique aimed directly at the enemy's brow, the strike steady and powerful
.
Huang Yaoshi dodged to the side and praised, "Good, worthy of being the first disciple of Quanzhen." Suddenly, Huang Yaoshi turned and kicked Wang Chuyi
, sending him tumbling. He then snatched the longsword and thrust it straight at Wang Chuyi's chest.
Liu Chuxuan was shocked and swung his sword to parry. Huang Yaoshi laughed heartily, and with a flick of his wrist, both swords snapped in two.
By this time, the formation was in disarray, and no one could stop them. The disciples cried out in despair, seeing that the Quanzhen Sect was about to collapse.
Ma Yu sighed deeply, about to discard his sword and admit defeat, leaving himself to the enemy's mercy, when suddenly a green shadow flashed. Huang Yaoshi had returned
, and there was another person in the North Star position—it was Guo Jing, who had replaced Ke Zhen'e. Qiu Chuji was overjoyed. He
had seen Guo Jing fight Huang Yaoshi to the death at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion and knew that Guo Jing's skill surpassed his own, making him
more suitable for the North Star position than anyone else.
Huang Yaoshi had disrupted the formation, fully expecting to defeat the Quanzhen Sect and make them beg for mercy, but who would have thought that Guo Jing would suddenly appear in the North Star position
?
He struck at Guo Jing's chest with a palm. Guo Jing deflected the attack with his left palm, remaining perfectly still.
At this moment, Huang Yaoshi was attacked from both sides. If he couldn't drive Guo Jing away, the Big Dipper Formation would flank him from behind, putting him in
grave .
He unleashed three more palm strikes at Guo Jing, each more powerful than the last, but Guo Jing neutralized each one with his own strength. With his
fourth strike, he feinted and then countered, anticipating Guo Jing's opportunity to retaliate. However, Guo Jing remained purely defensive, his short sword held vertically against
his chest , his left palm slowly sweeping across his lower abdomen, rendering Huang Yaoshi's attack, though seemingly a two-pronged attack, ineffective.
Huang Yaoshi was even more shocked: Could this fool have also discovered the secrets of the formation, remaining firmly in the North Star position
without moving an inch? Yes, he must have received instruction from the Quanzhen disciples, and they're working together against me here. Huang Yaoshi inwardly
groaned, thinking: This fool is inexplicable! Humph!
He shouted, "Foolish boy, get out of the way! You chased me all night, and I showed you mercy. I've asked you several times, but you won't answer .
Why are you picking on me?
" Guo Jing, his back hunched and sword drawn, stared intently at him, wary of any trickery, but remained silent.
At this moment, the Quanzhen disciples had already formed their ranks, surrounding Huang Yaoshi from a distance, waiting for an opportunity to attack.
Huang Yaoshi asked again, "Where is Rong'er? Where is she?
" Guo Jing still didn't answer, his face grim, his eyes blazing with anger.
Seeing his expression, Huang Yaoshi became increasingly suspicious, fearing something had happened to his daughter. He shouted, "What have you done to her?
Speak quickly!"
Guo Jing clenched his teeth even tighter, his right hand holding the sword trembling slightly.
Huang Yaoshi stared intently at Guo Jing, noticing every subtle movement he made. Seeing Guo Jing's unusual expression,
Huang Yaoshi was even more alarmed and cried out, "Why are your hands trembling? Why aren't you speaking?
" Guo Jing, recalling the tragic deaths of his masters on Peach Blossom Island, was overwhelmed with grief and indignation, his whole body trembling uncontrollably,
his eyes reddening.
Seeing his continued silence and tearful eyes, Huang Yaoshi grew increasingly fearful, concluding that his daughter had been
killed by him after a quarrel over Hua Zheng. With a leap, he lunged forward.
As he suddenly sprang into action, Qiu Chuji wielded his longsword, and the Big Dipper Formation launched a simultaneous
attack. Wang Chuyi and Hao Datong attacked from both sides, one with a sword and the other with a palm strike. Guo Jing deflected the attacks with his palm, his short sword flashing out like lightning in a counterattack. Huang Yaoshi, however, did not
dodge , but instead grabbed Guo Jing's wrist and disarmed him.
Although the grab was ruthless and precise, Wang Chuyi's longsword was already at Huang Yaoshi's back, forcing
Huang Yaoshi to straighten his back to dodge. In that moment of weakness, the five fingers that had seized the sword missed by two inches, and Guo Jing seized the opportunity to counter with a swift thrust. This fierce battle was
several times .
The Quanzhen disciples initially wanted to kill Huang Yaoshi to avenge Tan Chuduan. Huang Yaoshi, however, knew there was
a misunderstanding, but his arrogant nature and reliance on his seniority prevented him from offering any explanation. He intended to first utterly
defeat , forcing them to surrender, before revealing the truth and giving them a severe lesson. Therefore, he
held back in the fight.
Otherwise, while Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji would have been unharmed, Sun Bu'er and Ke Zhen'e would certainly be dead. Guo Jing, however, fought desperately, thinking that if Wang Chuyi
hadn't killed Huang Rong, why would he be so afraid of him?
At this point, Huang Yaoshi showed no mercy, determined to capture Guo Jing and demand an explanation. If his suspicions were true, even tearing Guo
Jing pieces would not quell his anger.
Huang Yaoshi launched several attacks, growing increasingly agitated. Each time he charged forward with force, intending to turn and kill first to break the formation, knowing the
Quanzhen disciples would arrive in time to rescue him. The Big Dipper Formation shrank smaller and smaller, the encirclement complete. Huang Yaoshi knew that even with his unparalleled
abilities, he was doomed.
At the critical moment, Ma Yu pointed his sword and shouted, "Stop!" The Quanzhen disciples and Guo Jing each withdrew their stances, firmly holding
their positions .
Ma Yu said, "Island Master Huang, you are the current martial arts master. How dare a junior offend you? Today, we have the advantage of numbers
and the situation. How will you settle the blood debt of my junior brother Tan? Please say the word!" Huang Yaoshi sneered and said
, "What's there to say? Just kill Huang Yaoshi and uphold the name of the True Sect! Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Without moving his body or raising his arm, his right palm struck towards Ma Yu's chest.
Huang Yaoshi's palm strike was launched without warning and was unpredictable after it was launched, a mix of reality and illusion. It was originally
a life-saving move from the Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm Technique, which he had studied for ten years, intending to use it to win the second Mount Hua Sword Tournament. This move
was useless in a group fight, and in a one-on-one battle, no matter how deep Danyangzi's skill was, how could he be a match for his opponent?
Ma Yu did not dodge, which was one thing, but his right dodge was exactly what he had done. He secretly cried out, "Not good!" Before he could
reach out to block, the enemy's palm was already against his chest. As long as he exerted his strength, his heart and lungs would be injured immediately.
The Five Masters of Quanzhen were all greatly shocked. They attacked with swords and palms, but before they could even
see Ma Yu about to die on the spot, Huang Yaoshi laughed, withdrew his palms and arm, and said: "I've broken
the formation like this, I doubt you'll accept defeat." "Good Taoist, everyone, attack together!" Liu Chuxuan snorted and threw a punch
, followed closely by Wang Chuyi's longsword. The Big Dipper Formation had been activated again.
This was the seventeenth formation, and after Wang Chuyi, it was Ma Yu's turn to attack.
Wang Chuyi thrust his sword and then opened a gap, but Ma Yu did not attack forward. Instead, he took two steps back and shouted: "Wait!"
Everyone stopped again. Ma Yu said: "Island Master Huang, thank you for your mercy.
" Huang Yaoshi said: "It's nothing."
Ma Yu said: "Logically speaking, I am already dead. This formation left by my master has been broken by you
. If we know what is good for us, we should surrender and accept our fate." "But the deep-seated hatred between our sects is something I dare not leave unavenged.
After , I will gladly slit my own throat to atone for my sins, Island Master.
" Huang Yaoshi's face was ashen. He waved his hand and said, "Words are useless. Let's fight." The affairs of the world are inherently difficult to understand.
Guo Jing thought to himself: "Master Ma and the others are fighting him because they want to avenge the deaths of my uncle and junior brother.
I just met Brother Zhou a few days ago. Actually, Master Tan's death has nothing to do with Island Master Huang.
But if I explain it clearly, the Quanzhen disciples will withdraw from the battle. With just my master and me, how can we be his
match Not to mention the great hatred of killing my master, I will definitely not be able to avenge him, and I will not even be able to save my own life.
" Then he thought: "If I conceal this matter, wouldn't I become a despicable person?" His masters always said, "One's head can be cut off, but righteousness
cannot be lost."
So he said loudly: "Master Ma, Master Qiu, Master Wang, your Uncle Zhou is not dead. I met him
at . And Master Tan was killed by Ouyang Feng."
Qiu Chuji asked curiously, "What are you saying?"
Guo Jing then recounted how he had recuperated in the secret room of Niujia Village, and how he had overheard and witnessed Qiu Qianzhang spreading rumors,
the fierce battle between the two sides, and Ouyang Feng's framing. Although he was clumsy with words, he spoke clearly at the crucial points.
The Quanzhen disciples listened with skepticism. Qiu Chuji shouted, "Your words are truly..."
Guo Jing pointed at Huang Yaoshi and said, "This disciple wishes he could devour this old thief's flesh alive, how could I help him
?
But the truth is, this disciple had no choice but to speak." Liu Zi knew he was always honest, and given his deep hatred for Huang Yaoshi, what he said must be true.
Huang Yaoshi was quite surprised to hear him defend him and said, "Then why do you hate my
Rong'er so much?"
Ke Zhen'e interjected, "Don't you understand what you've done, Jing'er? Even if we can't win, we have to
fight this old thief to the death." Saying this, he raised his iron staff and swept it at Huang Yaoshi.
Guo Jing heard his master's words and knew that he had been forgiven. He felt a surge of joy and relief, and then tears streamed down his face
as he cried out, "Master, Second Master and the others...the five of them, they died so tragically!"
Huang Yaoshi reached out and grabbed the head of Ke Zhen'e's iron staff, asking Guo Jing, "What did you say? Zhu Cong and Han Baoju were
just be dead?" Ke Zhen'e struggled to pull back, but the iron staff did not budge.
Huang Yaoshi then asked Guo Jing, "You have no respect for your elders, spouting nonsense and resorting to violence. Is this all for Zhu Cong and the others?"

Guo Jing's eyes welled up with tears, and he shouted, "You personally killed my five masters, and you still pretend not to know
!
" He raised his short sword and thrust it forward. Huang Yaoshi swung his iron staff, and with a clang, staff and sword clashed, sparks flying. The short sword, sharp as an arrow, nicked
the iron staff .
Huang Yaoshi continued, "Who came here?
" Guo Jing replied, "I buried my five masters with my own hands. How could I possibly wrong you?"
Huang Yaoshi sneered, "So what if I wronged you? I, Huang Yaoshi, have always been a loner. Do you think I would deny killing a few people
?" "Yes, I killed all your masters!"
Suddenly, a woman's voice cried out, "No, Father, you didn't kill them! Don't take the blame!"
Everyone turned around and saw Huang Rong rushing down from the Misty Rain Pavilion.
Everyone was so engrossed in their battle that they hadn't even noticed her arrival. Guo Jing, upon seeing Huang Rong, was stunned, momentarily unsure whether to feel
joy or sorrow.
Huang Yaoshi, seeing his daughter unharmed, was overjoyed; his hatred for Guo Jing vanished, and he laughed heartily, saying, "Good child,
come here, let your father comfort you."
For the past ten days, Huang Rong had endured Guo Jing's coldness and inner torment. Only now did she hear words of comfort from her loved ones. She
rushed over, throwing herself into her father's arms, crying, "Father, this silly boy wronged you! He… he bullied me!"
Huang Yaoshi embraced his daughter and laughed, "Huang Yaoshi does as he pleases. Decades ago, ignorant people already
blamed all the world's sins on your father. Add a few more, and the Five Heroes of Jiangnan are your Sister Mei's greatest
enemies. I truly killed them with my own hands."
Huang Rong cried out urgently, "No, no, it wasn't you! I know it wasn't you!"
Huang Yaoshi smiled slightly and said, "This silly boy is so bold, daring to bully my good child. Watch your father deal with him
."
No sooner had he finished speaking than he suddenly struck out with a palm strike, swift as lightning, truly appearing and disappearing without a trace.
Guo Jing, still pondering the exchange between father and daughter, was suddenly struck with a loud slap, his left cheek stinging
. Before he could raise his hand to block, Huang Yaoshi's hand had already returned to Huang Rong's head, gently stroking her hair.
The slap was loud, but weak in force. Guo Jing, clutching his cheek, was bewildered, unsure whether to intervene
or what.
Hearing the sound of Guo Jing being struck, Ke Zhen'e feared Huang Yaoshi had already struck him and urgently asked, "Jing'er, what
happened?"
Guo Jing replied, "I'm fine." Ke Zhen'e said, "Don't listen to this sorcerer's feigned indifference. Although I have no eyes, your fourth master
said that he witnessed this old thief kill your second master and force your seventh..." Before he could finish, Guo Jing lunged
at Huang Yaoshi.
Huang Yaoshi put down his daughter, dodged Guo Jing's grasp, and rushed to snatch the iron staff. This time, Ke Zhen'e was on guard and didn't manage
to grab it. The master and disciple joined forces, and in an instant, they were locked in a fierce battle with Huang Yaoshi.
Although Guo Jing had encountered many extraordinary people and learned many miraculous martial arts, he was
still with Ke Zhen'e's help, it was to no avail. After only twenty or thirty moves, he was forced to make little
progress.
Qiu Chuji thought to himself: "When the Quanzhen Sect was in crisis, the master and disciple helped us. Now that they have been defeated, how can we sit idly by?
Regardless of Uncle Zhou's life or death, we must first subdue Huang Yaoshi before deciding the outcome." He
pointed his long sword and shouted: "Hero Ke, retreat to the original formation!" The Big Dipper Formation was activated again, surrounding Huang Yaoshi and his daughter at
the core .
Huang Yaoshi was furious, thinking: "The previous misunderstanding and the attack on me were understandable, but now that this fool has explained the truth, you
bunch of bastards are still acting recklessly because of your numbers. Does Huang Yaoshi really not know how to kill?" He flashed forward, lunging at Ke Zhen'e's left side.
Huang Rong saw the murderous intent on her father's face and knew he would show no mercy. Her heart sank, but she saw Wang Chuyi and Ma Yu had already blocked
her father's palm strike. Ke Zhen'e's iron staff was pressing down viciously on her shoulder, and he was still cursing: "You wicked
little bitch, you demon woman! You filthy slut from Peach Blossom Island, ridden by thousands and straddled by tens of thousands!"
The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan were all butchers and wine sellers from the streets. What difficulty did they have in hurling insults? Ke Zhen'e hated Huang Yaoshi and
his wife to the extreme, and immediately hurled out all sorts of vicious and vulgar words.
Huang Rong, who had never been one to suffer even the slightest loss since childhood, was enraged by Ke Zhen'e's increasingly nonsensical and incoherent curses
. However, she outwardly retorted with a charming smile: "You dare call me lewd again? You dare call me lowly again
? your disciple's betrothed! You dare to curse me? I dare to do it! Then we'll see which fool will be wearing an endless
green hat!"
Huang Yaoshi, not offended by Huang Rong's retort, laughed heartily: "Our Peach Blossom Island lineage believes in
doing as one pleases , an eye for an eye, and disregarding worldly customs! Well said! Well said!
" As Huang Yaoshi laughed, Huang Rong seized the opportunity, swiftly swinging her bamboo staff back, using the force of the Subduing Demon Staff technique to fling it
to the left . Ke Zhen'e misdirected his force; the iron staff slipped from his grasp, flew into the air, and with a thud
, fell into South Lake.
Fearing she would seize the opportunity to attack, Wang Chuyi had already stepped in front of Ke Zhen'e, raising his sword to block her. Seeing his master thwarted, Guo Jing cried out
, "Master, please rest, I'll take your place."
Huang Rong, seeing Guo Jing's usually kind and gentle face now shrouded in murderous intent, ferocious and terrifying, as if he had suddenly become
a completely different person, felt both shock and anger. She stepped in front of her father and said to Guo Jing, "Kill me first!"
Guo Jing glared at her and shouted, "Get out of my way!" Huang Rong felt a sharp pain, thinking, "How can even you speak to me like this?"
Guo Jing rushed forward, forcefully shoving her aside, and leaped towards Huang Yaoshi. Suddenly,
a loud laugh was heard behind them, shouting, "Brother Yao, don't worry, your brother is here to help you!" The voice was sharp
and grating.
The group dared not turn back, instead maneuvering the Big Dipper Formation behind Huang Yaoshi. There they saw a figure standing by the lake, long-
armed and long-legged, with a full beard, wielding a snake-staff—it was Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison.
The Seven Masters of Quanzhen cried out in unison. Qiu Chuji said, "Jing'er, let's settle accounts with the Western Poison first!" With a flick of his sword, the other six Quanzhen disciples
surrounded Ouyang Feng. The black-ringed snake on Ouyang Feng's staff bared its fangs, its movements swift and retracting, forcing the seven
Quanzhen disciples back.
He had witnessed the power of the Quanzhen Big Dipper Formation in Niujia Village and was deeply wary, focusing instead on securing their position and waiting for
an opening. Once deployed, the Big Dipper Formation unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks from both the front and rear.
Ouyang Feng countered each move, adapting to the situation and breaking through its defenses
. In a short time, he realized that Yin Zhiping's hastily assembled "Tianxuan" formation was a major weakness. He thought that since the formation was missing a link, it was not a threat. He immediately used his snake staff to defend his vital points, glancing around
to assess the surrounding situation.
At this time, Guo Jing was still engaged in close combat with Huang Yaoshi. Huang Rong swung her bamboo staff, blocking Ke Zhen'e at a distance of more than ten feet from the two of them
, and shouted: "Wait a minute, let me say a few words." But Guo Jing ignored her and continued to strike with palm after palm, attacking
fiercely .
Huang Rong saw that her father had initially shown mercy, but as Guo Jing pressed him, his anger grew, and his attacks became
heavier
. Seeing the critical situation, and knowing that if either of them were to lose focus even slightly, someone would be injured or killed, she looked up and saw Zhou Botong watching the battle from the railing of the Misty Rain Pavilion. She called out: "Old Urchin, Old Urchin, come and explain!"
Zhou Botong had already sensed the situation was turning sour, but the exciting spectacle below the Misty Rain Pavilion was too much
for him to bear, as he was eager for a playful and mischievous performance. Then Huang Rong called out again: "Old Urchin, if you don't come down, I'll tell everyone about your
embarrassing !"
Startled by Huang Rong's words, Zhou Botong pressed his hands against the railing and lightly
landed on the steps of the Misty Rain Pavilion, shouting: "Stop! Old Urchin has something to say!"
Given Old Urchin's seniority and reputation in the martial world, everyone was startled by his sudden appearance and
involuntarily stopped fighting. The voices of the Quanzhen Sect members calling out "Grandmaster!" and "Uncle!" filled the air, while Ouyang Feng secretly
groaned in despair.
Seeing that everyone still held him in such awe, Zhou Botong was overjoyed. He pondered, "The Old Urchin needs to put on
a show, but what should he say?" He couldn't think of anything, so he decided to laugh it off. Suddenly, he looked up and saw
the bright moon rising, its round, icy wheel slightly rimmed. A thought struck him, and he said, "You are all martial arts
masters, yet you act like scoundrels, your words as worthless as farts."
The others were taken aback. They knew he was always a bit dim-witted and spoke recklessly, so they weren't offended. But since they were being criticized,
there must be a reason. Ma Yu bowed and said, "Please enlighten me, Uncle-Master."
Then Zhou Botong angrily said, "I heard that there was a fight near the Misty Rain Pavilion this Mid-Autumn Festival . I, the Old Urchin, hate
noisy surroundings, but I thought it was still early, so I could sleep in peacefully. Who knew that as soon as it got
dark, I heard a constant banging and crashing?" It was another scene of setting up chamber pots and toilets, another of men beating their wives
and sons-in-law beating their fathers-in-law, a scene of slaughtering pigs and dogs, making it impossible to get a peaceful night's sleep.
Look up at the moon, what day is it today?
Hearing his words, everyone suddenly remembered that it was still August 14th, and the martial arts contest was still tomorrow.
Qiu Chuji said, "Uncle-Master's teachings are correct. We shouldn't have been causing trouble here today."
Before Ouyang Feng could speak, Zhou Botong added, "Let me tell you something: five male Taoists plus a female Taoist nun,
plus a lowly Taoist with weak martial arts skills, are no match for the old poison master. The seven Taoists of the Quanzhen Sect couldn't defeat Huang Yaoshi, so
they certainly aren't a match for Ouyang Feng either. Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, you bunch of scoundrels, sit down and practice your kung fu! Every bit of internal
strength gain is better than nothing. Last-minute cramming is better than no cramming at all."
Ouyang Feng was wary of Zhou Botong, thinking that if Zhou Botong regained his senses and joined forces with the Quanzhen disciples,
they would be difficult to defeat. He immediately said, "Old rascal, I'll spare your attention today."
Zhou Botong saw that Guo Jing, though panting and glaring at Huang Yaoshi, had finally stopped, while Huang Rong
stood quietly to the side with a sly smile. He felt
indignant, thinking that he had been used by this little vixen again, and called out, "Little girl, come massage my legs!"
Huang Rong didn't want to pay attention to the old rascal, but after being insulted by Ke Zhen'e and remembering Guo Jing's cold treatment
and even the recent physical attack, she couldn't bear this humiliation. Spoiled and pampered since childhood, and showered with love on Peach Blossom Island
, she couldn't stand such humiliation.
A surge of mischievous resentment welled up within her. Huang Rong gracefully walked to Zhou Botong, pulled his legs together, gathered her long skirt, and
sat on the old rascal's lap, reaching out her small hands to massage his legs.
The crowd below the Misty Rain Pavilion was taken aback to see such a charming young woman acting so
disregarding the proper boundaries between men and women in front of her father and fiancé. Although the old rascal was old enough to be Huang Rong's grandfather
, it was still inappropriate.
Guo Jing was about to intervene when Huang Rong giggled at Ke Zhen'e and Guo Jing, saying, "You old blind man,
were you enjoying your scolding? Whatever you scolded me for, I'll do exactly what your silly disciple is going to see."
Hearing this, Zhou Botong was even more delighted. He wrapped his arms around Huang Rong's slender waist and shouted, "Quick,
massage harder! Anyone who touches me again is going against me!"
The crowd around the Misty Rain Pavilion, initially finding Huang Rong and Zhou Botong's pushing and leaning against each other rather unconventional and
embarrassing, couldn't help but chuckle at the Old Urchin's outburst. Guo Jing and Huang Yaoshi, knowing her
proud and vengeful nature, could only manage a wry smile in unison.
While the crowd watched Huang Rong and Zhou Botong, Ke Zhen'e, blind, remained oblivious, leaning against a willow tree
by the water , his lifeless eyes fixed on Huang Yaoshi.
He used his ears as eyes, following Huang Yaoshi's movements along the lake, pulling Guo Jing to the east and west. Huang Yaoshi ignored him, a cold smile playing on his lips. Huang Rong, on the steps of the Misty Rain Pavilion, was even more enraged
by the sight of the master and disciple . The weather was sweltering, insects swarmed everywhere, and a white mist drifted over the lake, obscuring visibility from a distance . Just as the mist was thick, Huang Rong pulled Zhou Botong's hands, which were wrapped around her slender waist, upwards until they supported the lower edge of her breasts. She said in a soft, sweet voice, "Old rascal, if I massage your legs, will you massage chest in return? " Hearing Huang Rong say this in front of everyone, Zhou Botong's heart pounded wildly. He cupped her round breasts in his hands...

He wantonly rubbed and enjoyed the fullness and tenderness of
Huang Rong's firm breasts, while his fingers lewdly caressed her tender nipples through her clothes.
Her sensitive nipples had begun to harden under the Old Urchin's kneading. For a moment, Huang Rong's face flushed, and her mind
seemed to stop working. A surge of heat rose from her lower abdomen, and she felt a hard object pressing against her buttocks; she knew it
was Zhou Botong's erect penis. Suddenly, all strength seemed to drain from her body; her vaginal opening gradually became wet, and she could only
tightly clench her incredibly elastic buttocks and long, soft legs.
Just as Huang Rong was lost in passion, she saw Guo Jing say to Huang Yaoshi: "You…do you know…you
killed five of my masters, and you ruined your daughter's life too." Huang Yaoshi sneered: "You're so vain,
what's with the conceit? My daughter must marry you, you scoundrel. Not all seven Heroes of Jiangnan are dead; there's still that blind bastard left."
Before Huang Yaoshi could finish speaking, Ke Zhen'e had already lunged forward. Guo Jing, however, was ahead of him, surprisingly arriving first. Huang
Yaoshi with a strike, their palms clashing with a loud thud, sending Guo Jing staggering back two steps.
Suddenly, Huang Rong shouted, "You attacked my father again! I just said I'll do whatever
you say! Do you really think I 'm just talking nonsense?"
Guo Jing snorted, glared back at Huang Rong, and lunged forward again, his eyes blazing with fury as
he stared at Huang Yaoshi. Seeing Guo Jing's continued defiance, Huang Rong truly took it as a lie. Enraged,
she lifted her shapely buttocks slightly, then lifted her skirt and let it fall, completely covering their waists and legs. She then reached her small hand under the skirt, pulled down Zhou Botong's trousers, and with a swift movement, pulled out
his six-inch-long, thick, fleshy penis. Huang Rong whispered in Zhou Botong's ear, "Old rascal, remember I haven't worn underwear ? Now I can do anything, you decide what to do..." Unexpectedly, hearing Huang Rong's words, Zhou Botong felt a surge of heat. He reached behind her full, round buttocks and pressed her vulva forcefully against his penis. The close contact aroused . The white-haired old man and the pretty young girl silently thrust their lower bodies, rubbing intensely against each other. Meanwhile, the crowd by the lake continued their argument. After Guo Jing couldn't resist and joined the fray, the crowd once again engaged Huang Yaoshi in a fierce fight . Huang Rong softly tried to dissuade them a few times, then ignored them. She focused on sliding her swollen, white mound of Venus, responding to the friction of his thick, fleshy penis. The old rascal ignored his disciples and grand-disciples still fighting by the lake, focusing solely on thrusting his penis, enjoying the pleasure derived from rubbing against her vulva. After only a short while, Zhou Botong felt the pink labia buried in her mons pubis seem to open , sucking at his penis like a small mouth. Using the slippery, sticky fluid, he slightly contracted his hips and rubbed forward, half of his glans pushing aside the mons pubis and embedding itself into Huang Rong's labia. This thrust caused Huang Rong to suppress a moan that was about to escape her lips, her face flushed and her breathing heavy. She gripped the old rascal's arm tightly, biting her lip to prevent herself from losing control in front of everyone. Her long, beautiful legs tensed, her soft leg muscles twitching incessantly, and a warm flow gushed from her vulva, slightly hot, drenching the glans , causing Zhou Botong's lower body to contract. However, in that instant, the already sensitive Huang Rong could no longer bear it. Suddenly, she reached her hand under her skirt, grasped the engorged member, and slightly raised her buttocks, so that her wet, moist vulva pressed directly against the Old Urchin 's large glans. Zhou Botong whispered: "Little girl...no...stop...there are people all around...people we know...you can't...do this...you can't...you said you were engaged..." But Huang Rong, with her eyes narrowed, replied seductively: "I...I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of...I said before... not to do it casually...but now...so many people are watching, it's not casual, it's very serious ..."

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