Wei Yunniang

To the west of Wagang Mountain lies an even higher mountain—Jiufeng Mountain. Jiufeng Mountain doesn't actually have nine peaks; it's just that from a distance, its hills rise and fall, uneven and rugged, hence the name Jiufeng Mountain (Nine Peaks Mountain).

In Jiufeng Mountain, there's a bamboo shoot mill. Every year, when bamboo shoot season arrives, a man takes a little girl and stays in the mountains for several months, pressing and processing the fresh bamboo shoots before transporting them out to sell.

One day, the little girl wandered alone in the mountains, picking flowers, gathering fruit, and climbing tall trees. She knew this area well, and her father—the man—didn't bother her. The little girl wandered further and further away, until, high in a tree, she saw a fight taking place in an open space, and ran over to watch.

Three boys were brandishing wooden swords, brandishing and sparring with them. The little girl clapped her hands and laughed, "Fun! Fun! I want to play too!"

A tall, bearded man in a green robe stood nearby and chuckled, "Little girl, where did you come from? Where are your parents?"

The little girl asked curiously, "Mother? I don't have a mother. My father went to dig bamboo shoots!"

The man in the green robe found her adorable and smiled, "Oh, you're a little girl from the Wei family. Would you like to learn swordsmanship?"

The little girl looked at the things the boys were waving in their hands and found it very interesting, nodding vigorously, "Yes!"

So she stayed and became the man in the green robe's last female disciple. That year she was nine years old, and her master named her Wei Yunniang.

The man in the green robe was a famous swordsman in the martial arts world of western Fujian, known as "One-Word Wisdom Sword" Zhuo Shutong. The eldest brother, Guo Zhi, was from a prominent local family and was fourteen years old. The second brother, Tang Yi, was from Linchuan, Jiangxi. The third brother, Lin Shiqian, was an orphan. The second and third brothers were born in the same year, making Yunniang two years older.

Master doted on Yunniang, and her fellow disciples also treated her well, always indulging her every whim. As a result, Yunniang developed some minor quirks: when she was in a bad mood, she would stay in bed; when angry, she wouldn't eat; and when happy, she would ask her disciples to take her to pick wildflowers.

By the time Yunniang was fifteen, everyone could see she was a beauty. She was already pretty, and years of martial arts training had given her an even more delicate and vibrant energy. Her kicks, punches, dodges, walks, and leaps were all incredibly graceful. Her waist was like an unbreakable bamboo stalk, slender yet resilient; her eyes were like a clear, bright mountain stream; her skin was like a peeled bamboo shoot, tender and white.

Yunniang used to live next door to her fellow disciples. The house was made of bamboo, with gaps that let in the wind. They didn't need to visit each other to talk; everyone could hear everything, as if they were all in the same room. Yunniang said she could hear her eldest brother snoring when she slept. The disciples often talked at night, making quite a racket.

Seeing that his disciples were all grown up, the master decided to be more discreet and switched rooms with Yunniang. Yunniang moved into the master's old room, while the master moved into the room next to his senior brothers. It was much quieter now. The three boys didn't dare to make a fuss, afraid the master would hear. Yunniang, being alone, couldn't cause any trouble.

The senior brothers noticed that Yunniang was much more demure. Even during the day, she wasn't as noisy and boisterous as before. Before, her laughter was loud and pleasant. Now, her smile was genuine and beautiful. Her yellow braid, which the senior brothers used to pull and grab all the time, was now long and black, and they dared not touch it.

It wasn't that they didn't want to touch it. The eldest senior brother returned from Wagang Town outside the mountains with rice and many small items, some of which were girls' clothes. During martial arts practice, he secretly told Yunniang to wait for him by the bamboo grove that night; he had something for her. Yunniang was very happy to see the items, holding them in her hands and examining them. The eldest senior brother said he had bought them himself and shouldn't let anyone else know. After speaking, he quietly looked her over and said he wanted to touch her black hair. Yunniang said, "What's so special about touching hair? Didn't you always get your hair pulled and touched like that?" The eldest brother said he hadn't touched it in a long time. Yunniang turned her head and let the eldest brother touch it.

A few days later, the third brother went up the mountain with Yunniang to gather firewood. When they sat down to rest, he stammered and asked Yunniang if the eldest brother had touched her hair. Yunniang blushed, wondering how the third brother had found out. The third brother said he also wanted to touch her hair. Yunniang thought that since the eldest brother had already touched it, she had no reason to refuse the third brother, so she let him touch it too. The third brother touched it for a long time, twirling the black hair in his hands, and even touching her cheek.

That night, Yunniang lay in bed thinking, "Why do my brothers all like to touch my hair?" She brushed her hair to her chest and looked closely. Her hair was indeed blacker and shinier, prettier than before. No wonder her brothers liked it.

Yunniang couldn't fall asleep for a long time, sometimes brushing her hair to her chest, sometimes tossing it over her head. Later, she dreamed that her second senior brother also came to touch her hair. He was handsome, with bright white teeth, and his breath tickled her forehead, lifting a few strands of hair. Yunniang felt her face burning and couldn't breathe. Suddenly, she woke up; it turned out her mouth and nose were covered by her head, making it hard to breathe.

Among the disciples, her second senior brother was the most talented and hardworking. He was very focused on practicing his sword. He didn't see Yunniang bring him tea, nor did he see her carrying firewood. His sword gleamed in the sunlight, and he moved nimbly among the trees. He looked beautiful as he focused on his sword practice. He never touched Yunniang's hair.

Their master's illness came suddenly; knowing he was dying, he called his disciples to his side. He glanced at Yunniang first, then stared at his second senior brother, panting heavily but unable to speak, his eyes refusing to close for a long time. Suddenly, the second senior brother knelt down and said, "Master, your disciple knows your heart. I will definitely practice swordsmanship diligently, pass the entrance exam for Xuanwu Academy, and bring you honor!" The master gasped a few times, then stopped breathing.

Xuanwu Academy was the premier martial arts academy in the world. The master often encouraged his disciples to practice swordsmanship diligently and pass the entrance exam. But the eldest and third senior brothers knew their skills were far inferior and had no illusions. Only the second senior brother, after the master's passing, packed his bags and prepared to go to Luoyang to take the exam.

On the night before his departure, Yunniang cried even more bitterly than when the master died. The second senior brother was worried and stayed by her side until dawn before setting off, instructing the eldest and third senior brothers to take good care of Yunniang.

The master passed away, and the second senior brother also left. The eldest brother wanted to bring Yunniang to live with them, but the third brother disagreed. Yunniang also said she wanted to stay in the mountains forever, and perhaps the second brother would return soon. So

the three of them continued to live in the mountains, each with their own room. The mountains became even quieter, and Yunniang became very silent. The eldest and third brothers rarely spoke to each other either. There was a potted plant in front of Yunniang's room, which bloomed quietly throughout the summer.

The leaves on the trees gradually turned yellow, and the second brother did not return. Heavy snow covered the mountain paths; was the second brother not coming back?

When spring arrived, the mountain flowers bloomed wildly. The eldest brother finally couldn't resist and went home to check on things. Only Yunniang and the third brother remained in the mountains. The third brother's lips were cracked from the damp rainy season. His hair was stiff and prickly. He didn't speak, like the most silent stone in the mountains.

Yunniang, on the other hand, was like a soft, slippery snake in the spring night, with tears welling up in her eyes. Her arms, like tender vines sprouting in spring, were restless in the darkness, spreading, crawling, as if they needed to entwine something to stop. Rain fell in the night, and Yunniang felt herself rotting, about to mold!

One night, her third senior brother sneaked into Yunniang's room, breaking her body apart, squeezing it soft, then tearing it open again. An endless struggle, panting, in the darkness. The next day, sunlight streamed in. Yunniang felt ashamed and guilty, hating herself, hating her third senior brother, and even more hating her second senior brother far away!

Yunniang crawled against the window, weeping bitterly, her body trembling, her buttocks sticking out. Her third senior brother came over, his face dark, saying nothing, pulling down Yunniang's pants, revealing her pale buttocks, and entered her hard. One thrust. Two thrusts. His breathing was like that of a wild beast. Yunniang's body was lifted high, her head repeatedly hitting the windowpane with a "thud!" "thud!" sound coming from behind. Yunniang was so ashamed she wanted to cry, but she couldn't stop her cries that sounded like sobs.

The eldest brother returned, and after dinner, he saw the third brother silently enter Yunniang's room. He left the next day.

The third brother started taking on disciples, all of whom were told to call Yunniang "Master's Wife." Yunniang wondered, "Am I married to the third brother?" Even she herself didn't know, and the years passed by.

Yunniang gave birth to a mentally challenged son who could only call her "Mother" from a young age, not "Father." The third brother didn't like him, but Yunniang felt very sorry for him.

She knitted sweaters and made hats for her son, bathed him, and fed him. Her son ran in the fields, and Yunniang laughed on the hillside. Although her son was simple-minded, he was quite tall and only knew how to cling to his mother; he was speechless and clueless around others.

At thirteen, he still needed his mother's help to bathe. Standing in the tub, his erection was larger than an adult's. Yunniang was shocked but dared not tell anyone. Every time she bathed her son, the sight of his erection disturbed her peace of mind.

Once, while bathing him, his erection sprang up and became erect again. With him standing and her squatting, it kept hitting her face, making him blush and cry out, "Mother! Mother!" His erection was clean, so Yunniang took it in her mouth.

Her son tasted the pleasure and, whenever he was in the mood, would pester his mother to bathe him. Bathing him every day wasn't enough; whenever no one else was around, Yunniang would unzip his pants, take it in her mouth, and soothe and comfort it.

The third senior brother went out on business, and Yunniang stayed under the lamp until very late. Everyone else had gone to sleep, and Yunniang, Yunniang, waited until she was soaked with sweat, then quietly led her son into her bed.

In the dead of night, her son let out a loud "Oh!" Yunniang quickly covered his mouth. Her son's thing was very thick, filling her completely. Her son just kept moving around, squeezing half of Yunniang's body against the edge of the bed. Her son was very strong, grabbing all over Yunniang's body. Yunniang's head hung off the edge of the bed, her black hair reaching the ground, her lower body still on the bed. Her son grabbed Yunniang's legs, and Yunniang felt like she was flying.

When no one was around, Yunniang's body belonged to her son. Yunniang stood at the window watching the third senior brother teach the disciples sword practice, her son squatting behind her, pulling down Yunniang's pants, playing between Yunniang's legs, Yunniang's fluids wetting her son's face.

Days passed, and Yunniang could no longer remember the second senior brother. Yunniang felt very happy.

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