Peony flowers picked up casually

That day, Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying buried Yue Lingshan.
They bowed several times before the grave.
Standing up, they looked around and saw that they were surrounded by mountains, nestled in a valley. A pool of clear water lay before them, the forests were lush and green, wildflowers bloomed everywhere, and birds sang incessantly in the branches—a truly serene place.
Yingying said, "Let's stay here for a while, to heal our wounds and keep company with the grave." Linghu Chong said, "Excellent.
Even if she were a ghost, she'd be very timid being alone in this desolate place." Hearing his words, Yingying sighed inwardly.
The two lingered at the grave for a long time. Linghu Chong said, "It's only a few days' journey to Hengshan. All the sisters there should have already returned. Now that the Hengshan sect leader has passed away, my succession is only temporary. But the turmoil in the martial world is far from over. Who knows what tricks Zuo Lengchan and Lin Pingzhi will hatch? Yingying, your wisdom surpasses mine tenfold. I have a request, but I don't know if I should ask it." Yingying sighed softly, and after a moment said, "Brother Chong, we are of one mind. If you wish to keep vigil for Miss Yue alone, why say more? It's just..." "Knowing you'll be keeping vigil for several days," Linghu Chong said, feeling guilty at Yingying's thoughtfulness. He held her hand and whispered, "You're the most considerate. My injuries have mostly healed, and I really want to stay here alone for a few days, partly to keep vigil for my junior sister and partly to focus on healing. We'll use the seventh day after her death as a limit, plus three days of travel, and we'll meet you at Hengshan within ten days. What do you think?" Yingying smiled sweetly, pulled her hand away from Linghu Chong's grasp, and without another word, turned to pack her belongings, leaving Linghu Chong some dry food and clothing before drifting away.
"Alone in the valley, accompanied only by the lovebirds, I'll meet my devoted lover again at Hengshan. Brother Chong, may you live up to your promise." In the distance, Yingying murmured twice before disappearing around the corner of the mountain.
From then on, Linghu Chong settled down in this verdant valley, roasting frogs, picking fruit, and keeping vigil by the lonely grave—a peaceful and carefree existence.
His injuries were only external, and with the healing medicine of the Hengshan Sect and his profound internal strength, he had recovered most of his strength in two days.
He simply sat alone by Yue Lingshan's grave every day, reminiscing about their childhood sweetheart days on Mount Hua, his heart breaking. Sometimes, thinking of Yingying, he felt an immense warmth.
That day, Linghu Chong remembered that there were many wild peach trees in the southeast of the valley, and the peaches were ripe. He parted the grass and brushed aside the trees, walking eight or nine li to reach the wild peach trees. He leaped and picked two peaches, and on his second leap, he picked three more.
Seeing that the peaches were ripe and many had already fallen to the ground, and would all fall and rot on the ground in a few days, he picked dozens in one go, thinking, "After I eat the peaches, I will plant the peach pits around the valley. In a few years, the peach trees will grow and the peach blossoms will be in full bloom in the green valley. How beautiful that would be!" Suddenly, he thought of the Six Immortals of Peach Valley: "If this valley is planted with peach trees, wouldn't it become Peach Valley? If Yingying and I live here in seclusion in the future, wouldn't we become the Two Immortals of Peach Valley? If I have six sons with her in the future, wouldn't they be the Little Six Immortals of Peach Valley? If the Little Six Immortals of Peach Valley are like the Old Six Immortals of Peach Valley, speaking in a garbled and unclear way, wouldn't that be terrible?" Thinking of this, he was about to burst into laughter when he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the bushes in the distance.
Linghu Chong immediately crouched down and hid in the tall grass, thinking, "I'm tired of eating roasted frogs and wild fruits all the time. Judging from the sound, it's probably just a wild animal. If I could catch an antelope or a wild deer, I could have a good feast." Before he could decide what to do, he heard footsteps, the sound of two people walking.
Linghu Chong was startled: "How could there be someone in this desolate valley? They must be coming for me." Just then, he heard an old voice say, "Are you sure you're not mistaken? That scoundrel Yue Buqun is definitely coming this way." Linghu Chong was even more surprised: "They're after my master! Who are they?" Another deep voice said, "Master Shi has searched
the surrounding area. Yue Buqun's daughter and son-in-law suddenly disappeared in this area. There's no trace of the young couple in any town, dock, or by land or water. They must be hiding in this valley to recover from their injuries.
Yue Buqun will find them sooner or later."
Linghu Chong felt a pang of sadness, thinking, "So they know my junior sister is injured, but they don't know she's dead. There must be many people searching for her, especially my master and mistress.
If this valley weren't so remote, they would have found her here long ago." The old voice said, "If you're right, Yue Buqun will come here sooner or later. Let's ambush him at the entrance of the valley." "Even if Yue Buqun doesn't come, we can still lure him here after we've made our arrangements," the deep voice said. The old man clapped his hands twice and said, "This plan is brilliant, Brother Xue. I didn't realize you were such a wise man." The man surnamed Xue laughed and said, "Elder Ge is right.
I am honored by your promotion, and I will do my best to repay your kindness." Linghu Chong suddenly realized, "So they are from the Sun Moon Sect, Yingying's subordinates.
It's best if they go far away and don't bother me."
He then thought, "Now that my master's martial arts have greatly improved, no matter how many of them there are, they are definitely no match for him.
My master is shrewd and alert, unmatched in the martial arts world. With their limited abilities, trying to lure my master into a trap is like trying to teach a master craftsman to use his axe in front of Lu Ban." Suddenly, he heard someone clapping three times in the distance. The man surnamed Xue said, "Elder Du and the others have arrived as well." Elder Ge also clapped three times.
Footsteps sounded, and four people rushed over. Two of them walked with heavy steps. As they got closer, Linghu Chong recognized that the two were carrying something.
Elder Ge exclaimed happily, "Brother Du, you've captured the Yue family's little girl! That's quite an achievement!" A loud voice laughed, "She is indeed from the Yue family, but she's a grown woman, not a little one." Elder Ge exclaimed "Eh!" clearly overjoyed, "How...how...you've captured Yue Buqun's wife!" Linghu Chong was greatly shocked and immediately wanted to rush out to save her, but then he remembered that he didn't have his sword with him.
Without a sword, his martial arts were no match for ordinary masters, and he grew increasingly anxious. He heard Elder Du say, "Isn't that right?" Elder Ge added, "Madam Yue's swordsmanship is superb. How did Brother Du manage to capture her? He must have used a sleeping potion." Elder Du laughed, "This woman was distraught. She came to the inn without a second thought, poured herself a bowl of tea, and drank it.
People say Yue Buqun's wife, Ning Zhongze, is so remarkable, but she's just a good-for-nothing." Linghu Chong was furious, thinking, "My master's wife heard that her beloved daughter was injured and missing, and searched for her for dozens of days without success. Naturally, she's distraught. She's just worried about her daughter; she's not a good-for-nothing at all! You insult my master's wife; I'll make sure you all die by my sword later." He thought, "If only I could get a sword.
If not, a knife will do." "
Elder Ge said, 'Now that we have Yue Buqun's wife, things will be much easier.
Brother Du, what's the plan now? How do we lure Yue Buqun here?'
Elder Du asked, 'And what do we do after we bring her here?' Elder Ge hesitated for a moment, then said, 'We'll use this woman as a hostage to force him to surrender.
I'm sure Yue Buqun and his wife are deeply devoted to each other and won't dare to resist.'
Elder Du said, 'Brother Ge is right. I'm just afraid that Yue Buqun is ruthless and his wife isn't deeply devoted to him. That would be a bit tricky.' Elder Ge said, 'This...this...um, Brother Xue, what do you think?' The man surnamed Xue said, 'I shouldn't have the right to speak in front of the two elders...' Just then, another person from the west clapped three times in succession.
Elder Du said, 'Elder Bao has arrived.'
In a short while, the two men came rushing over from the west, their steps extremely fast. "
Elder Ge said, "Elder Mo has also arrived."
Linghu Chong secretly groaned, "Judging from the footsteps, these two seem to be even more skilled than Ge and Du.
How can I possibly rescue my master's wife with my bare hands?" Just then, Elders Ge and Du said in unison, "Brothers Bao and Mo have also arrived, that's wonderful!" Elder Ge added, "Brother Du has done a great service, capturing Yue Buqun's wife." An old man exclaimed happily, "Excellent, excellent! You two have worked hard." Elder Ge replied, "That's all thanks to Brother Du."
The old man said, "We are all here on the orders of the leader. Regardless of whose merit it is, it is all thanks to the leader's good fortune." Linghu Chong found the old man's voice somewhat familiar and thought, "Could it be someone I saw on Blackwood Cliff the other day?" He activated his internal energy and could hear everyone talking, but he dared not peek out.
The elders of the Demonic Sect were all martial arts masters, and he was afraid that if he moved even slightly, they would notice.
Elder Ge said, "Brother Bao Mo, Brother Du and I are discussing how to lure Yue Buqun here and capture him to Blackwood Cliff." Another elder asked, "What plan have you come up with?" Elder Ge replied, "We haven't thought of a good strategy yet. Brother Bao Mo, you must have a brilliant plan." The first elder said, "The Five Mountains Sword Sects are vying for the position of sect leader at the Fengchan Platform on Mount Song. Yue Buqun blinded Zuo Lengchan, becoming a formidable figure on Mount Song. No one in the Five Mountains Sword Sects dares to challenge him anymore.
We've heard that he has mastered the true essence of the Lin family's Evil-Repelling Sword Technique. He's no ordinary person. We must devise a foolproof plan and not underestimate him." Elder Du said, "Exactly.
Let's all four of us join forces..." Although we might not necessarily lose to him, we also have no guarantee of victory.” Elder Mo said, “Brother Bao, you have already devised a plan, so please tell us what it is.” The elder surnamed Bao said, “Although I have thought of a plan, it is nothing special, and I’m afraid the three of you will laugh at it.” Elders Mo, Ge, and Du all said, “Brother Bao is the strategist of our sect; any plan you devise must be good.” Elder Bao said, “This is actually a clumsy method.
We will dig a very deep pit, cover it with branches and grass, leaving no trace, then press the woman’s pressure points, place her at the edge of the pit, and then lure Yue Buqun here.
When he sees his wife fall to the ground, he will surely rush to her aid, thud…plop…oh dear, this is bad…” As he spoke, he gestured.
The three elders and the other four all burst into laughter.
Elder Mo laughed, "Brother Bao's plan is brilliant.
We'll all lie in ambush nearby, and as soon as Yue Buqun falls into the pit, we'll immediately seal the entrance with our four weapons to prevent him from jumping back up. Otherwise, given his high level of martial arts, he might jump back up before even reaching the bottom." Elder Bao pondered, "But there's still a difficulty."
Elder Mo said, "What difficulty? Yes, Brother Bao, I'm afraid Yue Buqun's swordsmanship is unpredictable, and even after he falls into the trap, we might still be unable to seal it off." Elder Bao said, "Brother Mo is quite right.
This time, the leader sent us to deal with a large group that has merged the Five Mountains Sword Sects..." "Master.
It would be a great honor for us to die for the leader, but it would damage the reputation of the sect and the leader.
As the saying goes, 'A petty person is no gentleman, and a man without ruthlessness is no true hero. '
Since we're dealing with a gentleman, we should use some ruthless methods.
It seems we need to add something to the trap."
Elder Du said, "Elder Bao's words are exactly what I'm thinking.
I have quite a bit of 'Hundred Flowers Soul-Destroying Powder' with me. We can scatter it all on the branches and leaves of the trap.
Once Yue Buqun enters the trap, he will immediately take a deep breath..." The four of them burst into laughter again.
Elder Bao said, "We must act now without delay.
Where would be the best place to set this trap?" Elder Ge said, "Three miles west of here, there's a towering cliff on one side and a deep abyss on the other. There's only one narrow path. If Yue Buqun doesn't come, fine, but otherwise, he'll definitely have to go through this path." Elder Bao said, "Very good, let's go and take a look." With that
, he set off, and the others followed.
Linghu Chong thought to himself, "They can't finish digging a trap in a short time. I'll get my sword first, then I can come back to rescue my master's wife." After the Demonic Cult members had gone far away, he used his lightness skill to return to his usual lodging, retrieved his longsword, and followed closely.
After walking several more miles, he suddenly heard the sound of digging. He thought, "Why are they digging here?" He hid behind a tree, peeked out, and indeed saw four members of the Demonic Cult bent over digging, with several old men standing to the side.
As they drew closer, Linghu Chong caught a glimpse of an old man's profile and felt a slight chill run down his spine: "So this is Bao Da Chu
, the man I met at Plum Manor on Gushan Island in Hangzhou years ago. What Elder Bao? He's Elder Bao.
The first elder of the Demonic Sect that Ren Woxing subdued after escaping from West Lake was this Bao Da Chu." Linghu Chong had seen him subdue Huang Zhonggong and knew his martial arts were extremely high. He thought that since his master had become the leader of the Five Mountains Sect, he was clearly going to make things difficult for the Demonic Sect. The Demonic Sect would not stand idly by, and Ren Woxing had probably sent more than just these four elders to deal with him.
He saw the four men using a pair of iron halberds and a pair of steel axes to loosen the soil, then dig it out by hand. Sitting slumped among the fallen leaves beside them was a middle-aged woman in a yellow dress, none other than his master's wife, Madam Yue. He could only see that his master's wife looked haggard, and she was motionless and unable to speak.
Thinking to himself, "My master's wife must have been acupunctured by them.
They clearly said they were going to dig a trap on that cliff over there, so why did they change it to here?" After a moment's thought, he understood: "The cliff is surrounded by rocks; digging a trap would be incredibly difficult. Elder Ge is an ignorant man, just spouting nonsense." But this allowed Linghu Chong to find the group effortlessly.
Seeing the four men using weapons meant for combat to dig and burrow, he dared not stray too far from his master's wife. He hid behind a large tree, hoping to find an opportunity to kill the four men by surprise and save his master's wife.
Suddenly, Elder Ge laughed, "Yue Buqun is quite old, yet his wife is still so young and beautiful." Elder Du laughed, "Her looks are certainly good, but youth is another matter.
I'd say she's well past forty.
Brother Ge, if you're interested, once you capture Yue Buqun and inform the sect leader, you can take this woman." Elder Ge laughed, "Taking her? I wouldn't dare. But having some fun with her is fine." Linghu Chong was furious, thinking, "Shameless scoundrels, how dare they insult my master's wife! I'll make sure you all die a horrible death!" Hearing Elder Ge's lewd laughter, he couldn't help but peek over. He saw Elder Ge reach out and pinch Madam Yue's cheek.
Madam Yue was struck on a vital point and couldn't resist, unable to utter a sound.
The members of the Demonic Sect burst into laughter.
Elder Du laughed, "Brother Ge, you're so impatient! Do you have the guts to play with this woman right here?" Elder Ge, though nearly sixty, was a notorious womanizer in his youth. Firstly, seeing Madam Yue's beauty, as lovely as a peony, and now, with her pressure points sealed and at his mercy, she appeared even more pitiful. Secondly, he didn't want to lose face in front of everyone.
Emboldened by the laughter, he stood before Madam Yue, who was sitting on the ground, holding an axe in one hand and unbuckling his belt with the other, revealing his already aroused penis. He rubbed it against Madam Yue's delicate face, laughing loudly, "Gentlemen, what's wrong with playing with this woman? Back in the day, I've played with countless wives and daughters of officials in the martial world. In fact, even the legendary wanderer Tian Boguang would have to call me 'ancestor'!" This caused another round of laughter from the crowd.
Madam Yue's face was pressed against by the wicked man's foul-smelling genitals. The filthy pubic hair brushed against her nose and mouth, emitting a stench that made her feel nauseous. Overwhelmed with shame and anger, she wanted to bite her tongue to commit suicide, but she was too weak to do so.
Seeing this, Linghu Chong was enraged. He drew his sword and leaped behind the four men. His sword flashed like lightning, and in one move, Xue and Du were finished. Elder Ge, who had molested Madam Yue, was also quite skilled. Hearing the sword coming from behind him, he rolled forward, dodging the fatal blow. He grabbed his axe, not even bothering to pull up his pants, and roared as he scrambled to his feet, hacking at Linghu Chong.
On the other side, Bao Dachu, seeing an enemy approaching, swung his iron halberd at Linghu Chong's waist.
Having seized the initiative, Linghu Chong didn't allow the two to make a move. With a single strike from the Dugu Nine Swords, the Whip-Breaking Style, his sword swept along the hilt of Bao Dachu's halberd, severing all five limbs of Bao Dachu's left hand, and the halberd fell to the ground.
He then followed up with a Jade Maiden Shuttle, a move taught to him by his master's wife, piercing Ge Changlao's head from bottom to top.
In just a moment, three of the four elders of the Demonic Sect were dead and one was wounded.
Linghu Chong flicked the blood off his sword with his right hand, pointing it at Bao Dachu. With his left hand, he released the pressure points that had been sealed on Madam Yue. He said to Madam Yue, "Master's wife, this disciple... this disciple..." He was so anxious to see his master's wife being humiliated, and thinking of Yue Lingshan's tragic death, which he felt was all due to his inadequate rescue efforts, that he was unable to speak for a moment.
"Chong'er!" Madam Yue called out as her pressure points were released, but her blood vessels were still blocked, and she remained sitting on the ground, unable to move.
Linghu Chong nodded, then turned to Bao Dachu and asked sternly, "Elder Bao, do you still recognize me?" Bao Dachu's five fingers were severed, bleeding profusely. Seeing that it was Linghu Chong, he replied in a trembling voice, "Young Master Linghu, this is a misunderstanding. We did not intend to harm Madam Yue; we only wanted to coerce that hypocrite Yue Buqun. It was Elder Ge who had malicious intentions and disrespected Madam Yue.
We did not expect that you would offend us here, young master. We hope that you will forgive us for the sake of the Holy Maiden." After saying this, he disregarded his severe injuries, threw down his weapon, knelt down, and kowtowed repeatedly.
In the past, Bao Dachu was a man of iron will in the martial world, but under Ren Woxing's command, his sharpness had been worn away. In the face of life and death, he only sought to survive, having lost all the heroic spirit of his former self.
Seeing that he was already seriously injured, and mentioning Yingying, Linghu Chong, after all, did not crave bloodshed. He sheathed his sword and said, "Fine, considering you followed Leader Ren and the Holy Maiden, I will spare you today. But you must not utter a word about kidnapping my master's wife.
Otherwise, even if I chase you to Blackwood Cliff, I will definitely take your life!" "I dare not, I dare not!" Bao Dachu nodded repeatedly, ignoring his wounds, and hurriedly turned and fled. With
the powerful enemy gone, Linghu Chong turned to look at Madam Yue. Seeing that Madam Yue was still slumped on the ground, Linghu Chong was filled with grief. He took two steps forward and knelt down in front of his master's wife to pay his respects. As soon as his knees touched the withered leaves in front of Madam Yue, his knees suddenly buckled. He knew something was wrong. It turned out that the four members of the Demonic Sect originally planned to dig three interconnected traps around Madam Yue to capture Yue Buqun.
Before Linghu Chong arrived, the four members of the Demonic Sect had already set a trap based on their physical strength and martial arts skills. While fighting them, Linghu Chong had ambushed them from behind. Seeing that there was no external threat, Madam Yue hadn't expected Linghu Chong to immediately kneel down and hadn't warned him.
Just as she was about to perform the ceremony, she knelt right on the trap. With both knees on the ground, even with his excellent lightness skill, he couldn't escape the trap.
With a thud, Linghu Chong fell into the trap.
Fortunately, the four members of the Demonic Sect had only intended to capture Yue Buqun and not harm him, so they hadn't added daggers or hidden arrows below. Although the trap was about a person's depth, it was lined with dry leaves and grass.
This was to prevent Yue Buqun, with his superior lightness skill, from using his footing to leap back up. Therefore, Linghu Chong wasn't injured. Seeing this, Madam Yue, disregarding her own lack of blood circulation, forced herself to stand up and looked down. Only when she saw that Linghu Chong was unharmed did she feel relieved.
Reaching out and calling "Chong'er!", Linghu Chong, though disheveled, still had the strength to climb out of the trap by grasping his master's wife's hand.
"The people of the Demonic Sect are indeed wicked and heretical; their traps are so hard to guard against," Linghu Chong said angrily as he knelt before Madam Yue again.
Madam Yue sat down again to regulate her qi and blood before saying, "If it weren't for this, they wouldn't be the Demonic Sect.
Chong'er, have you seen Shan'er? I searched for her in vain, and that's how I fell into the trap of these scoundrels. If you hadn't arrived just in time, my death wouldn't be a pity, but my reputation would certainly be ruined.
Your master doesn't acknowledge you, but I do."
Hearing Madam Yue mention Yue Lingshan, Linghu Chong felt a surge of grief. "Master's wife, my junior sister... she was killed by Junior Brother Lin!" "Ah!" Madam Yue exclaimed in shock, then murmured, "What a tragedy, what a tragedy.
I knew Pingzhi deeply hated your master, and I only wished that Lingshan could marry him to eliminate this hatred, but I never imagined it would end like this..." With that, Madam Yue burst into tears.
After weeping for a while, Madam Yue saw Linghu Chong still kneeling on the ground and said softly, "Chong'er, where did you come from? Why wasn't Miss Ren with you? And where is Shan'er buried?" She pulled Linghu Chong, but he suddenly collapsed to the ground with a thud, his eyes glazed over.
Madam Yue was shocked. She stood up and looked at Linghu Chong again. His face was flushed, he was panting heavily, his Adam's apple bobbing, but his limbs were stiff.
No matter how Madam Yue called to him, he remained unconscious.
"Hundred Flowers Soul-Destroying Powder!" Madam Yue cried out in alarm. It turned out that Elder Du had indeed scattered this infamous poison, comparable to the Three Corpse Brain-Soul Pill, into the trap.
The actions of the Demonic Sect were far inferior to those of the righteous sects.
Within the Demonic Sect, the Three Corpse Brain-Soul Pill was a closely guarded secret concoction created by the sect leader to control those who disobeyed him.
The Hundred Flowers Soul-Destroying Powder, on the other hand, was a vicious drug used by members of the Demonic Sect to ruin the reputation of members of the righteous sects.
There is no antidote for this poison. Regardless of gender, those afflicted become delirious and must engage in sexual intercourse within a short time to neutralize the poison.
Otherwise, their blood vessels will burst, leading to death.
Many righteous figures have lost their reputations and honors because of this poison.
Although this poison is extremely potent, those with profound internal energy can resist it. However, Linghu Chong had lost all his internal energy. Although he absorbed some internal energy using the Star Absorbing Technique, it was not his own, making it difficult to utilize. Coupled with his lack of defense, the poison took effect within moments.
"Chong'er! Chong'er!" Madam Yue called out several times, but Linghu Chong did not respond.
He only trembled violently.
In desperation, Madam Yue pressed on Linghu Chong's vital acupoints to prevent him from moving and accelerating the poison's effects, then picked him up and ran away at full speed. Having been a seasoned
figure in the martial world and an enemy of the Demonic Sect...
Madam Yue knew exactly how to cure Linghu Chong's poison. She only hoped that in her haste, she could find a brothel in a town to cure her beloved disciple.
Although visiting prostitutes was considered shameful by the righteous, in this life-or-death situation, Madam Yue, being naturally bold, disregarded such trivialities. Besides, Linghu Chong already had a reputation for spending nights in brothels back in Hengshan, so it wouldn't damage his reputation as a playboy.
Deeply attached to her disciple, Madam Yue used all her strength, disregarding all directions, and ran wildly for a while, climbing a small hill. Looking around, Madam Yue felt a chill in her heart.
For dozens of miles around, there were layers upon layers of green mountains and ridges; not a single town or brothel, not even a house.
At this moment, Linghu Chong in her arms had his eyes closed, his body burning like fire, emitting soft moans, occasionally crying out, "Water! I need water!" Madam Yue saw a valley to the west, surrounded by mountains, with a pool of clear water. Without thinking, she carried Linghu Chong there.
Upon reaching the pool, although she was a legendary heroine, Madam Yue was still a woman, and with her acupoints sealed for so long, she was panting heavily from the exertion. She placed Linghu Chong on a rock resembling a reclining ox by the pool, first feeding him handfuls of water, then drinking some herself.
Just as she was at a loss, she suddenly noticed a new grave under some willow trees, with a wooden plaque in front of it, inscribed with the words "Tomb of Yue Lingshan, Heroine of Mount Hua" inscribed with a sword. By
a twist of fate, Madam Yue had led Linghu Chong to Yue Lingshan's grave.
Upon seeing her beloved daughter's grave, Madam Yue felt her blood rush to her head, her vision blurred, and she nearly fainted. She rushed to the grave, her hand on the tombstone, tears streaming down her face, and whispered, "Shan'er, Shan'er, the day we parted, I never imagined we would be separated by death.
Though your fate was tragic, it was also due to the wickedness and cruelty of your father and husband." At this point, thinking of her husband Yue Buqun's actions that ultimately led to her daughter's death, Madam Yue could no longer contain herself and finally burst into tears.
After crying for a while, she heard Linghu Chong's medicine take effect. Madam Yue, having been captured for so long, was no longer strong enough, and the pressure points she had been given were gradually releasing. The burning sensation from the poison could no longer be endured, and she roared like a bull, "Hot! Hot! Yingying, don't go.
Junior Sister… Junior Sister!
Lin Pingzhi, you villain, you killed Junior Sister, you killed Junior Sister!" As she spoke, she lay on a rock, waving her arms and legs wildly, as if trying to strangle Lin Pingzhi.
Seeing her beloved disciple in such a state, Madam Yue's sorrow turned to worry. She hurried to Linghu Chong's side, intending to comfort him, but the effects of the Hundred Flowers Soul-Destroying Powder had already taken hold. Although Linghu Chong's eyes were wide open and red, he no longer recognized the person before him as his revered master's wife. He
only smelled the mature fragrance emanating from Madam Yue, which intensified his desire. Although his vital points had just been released and he was weak all over, he suddenly stretched out his arms, grabbed Madam Yue around the waist, and pulled her down onto him. The two of them became entangled, and their burning lips rained kisses on Madam Yue's face without restraint.
"Chong'er, stop! Chong'er! I'm your master's wife!" Madam Yue, her face flushed from Linghu Chong's embrace and kisses, struggled to break free from his arms in shame and haste, quickly dodging to the side.
Stealing a glance, she saw Linghu Chong waving his arms in mid-air, making groaning sounds, clearly in great pain.
"Enough! Enough!" Seeing that Linghu Chong had lost his mind, and that he would die on the spot if the poison wasn't cured, Madam Yue drew the longsword Linghu Chong wore, thinking it best to stab him and end her disciple's suffering.
Just as she hesitated, she heard Linghu Chong mutter incoherently, "Junior Sister, Junior Sister, how could you be so cruel... Master's Wife, Master's Wife, Chong'er is so hot." The repeated calls of "Master's Wife" broke Madam Yue's heart.
Her thoughts drifted back twenty years. She was twenty, newly married to her senior brother, Yue Buqun. It was the dead of winter, and the two of them rode down the mountain to travel the martial world. There they first encountered the young Linghu Chong, who was about to freeze and starve to death by the roadside. Linghu Chong was only eight years old then, his family caught in the chaos of war, and he had escaped alone. At the brink of death, the couple rescued him, and he became a disciple and son of the Huashan Sect.
For twenty years, though he had been a dissolute rogue
, his kind nature made him the most beloved among the disciples. They
had also been childhood sweethearts, and she had hoped to have him as a son-in-law, a perfect match for her in her old age.
But fate is unpredictable, and their marriage never came to fruition.
Now, her beloved daughter was gone, and was her eldest disciple, whom she considered her own son, about to die at her hands? Linghu Chong's cries grew increasingly mournful, each one tugging at Madam Yue's heartstrings.
Madam Yue thought back to that day when, if Linghu Chong hadn't injured himself and wounded the eyes of fifteen masters from the Medicine King Temple, not only she, but all the women of Mount Hua would have lost their chastity.
She also thought of how, if he hadn't remembered her past kindness, she would have been violated by the demonic sect.
Not to mention how he had saved the entire Mount Hua family several times. If she were to kill him now in his time of need, even if she survived, how could she be considered worthy of being called a human being? "A tragedy! A tragedy! All of this is the fault of the Mount Hua Sect and that Yue family!" Thinking this
, Madam Yue threw her sword to the ground, her beautiful brows furrowed. After a moment of contemplation, she gracefully returned to Linghu Chong's side. Seeing his flailing hands, she hesitated for a moment, then sealed the acupoints on Linghu Chong's upper arm. Shyly and ashamed, she reached out to undress him and remove his trousers.
Although Linghu Chong's upper arm was immobilized by the sealed acupoints, his erect penis was already rock-hard, trembling uncontrollably with desire.
"Chong'er, be good, don't be afraid.
Your master's wife is here."
With that, Madam Yue lovingly stroked Linghu Chong's burning cheeks, glanced at his erection, her face flushing red. Finally, she gritted her teeth, mustered her courage, untied her skirt, loosened her dress, and removed her underpants.
The once bold and unparalleled Huashan Jade Maiden, the noble and shy Madam Yue, was now completely naked from the waist down. Her two long, slender legs were white and translucent, and the dark, mysterious area between them was even more alluring.
Being naked in front of her delirious disciple was incredibly embarrassing for her. A mixture of shame and anxiety filled Madam Yue's beautiful face, her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with boundless love, revealing a mature woman's tenderness.
Madam Yue knew in her heart that although this was a temporary measure, it still required her to destroy her chastity, and moreover, she was both teacher and mother to Linghu Chong, making it a grave breach of human ethics.
Even if it remained unknown to outsiders, she would have no face to live in the world afterward.
But Linghu Chong's great kindness to Mount Hua and to her was truly difficult to repay. She was a female knight-errant, always ready to help the weak; to save her beloved disciple and benefactor, why should she sacrifice her chastity? As the wife of the sect leader, a wife and mother, she had no regrets towards her family.
Seeing that she was about to commit an incestuous act with her beloved disciple, she was overwhelmed with shame.
Although she had already undressed, she hesitated for a long time.
Seeing Linghu Chong's poison worsening, Madam Yue finally made up her mind. With graceful steps, she parted her jade-like legs and knelt before Linghu Chong's lower body. With a hardened heart, she closed her almond-shaped eyes, grasped Linghu Chong's penis with one hand, and pressed it against her delicate vulva. She straddled Linghu Chong, slowly sitting down and inserting her beloved disciple's penis directly into her body.
Linghu Chong had not yet ejaculated; although he had been intimate with Ren Yingying, he had always maintained propriety and was still a virgin.
Furthermore, the Hundred Flowers Soul-Destroying Powder he had been given was a potent aphrodisiac.
His penis was as hard as iron, yet burning hot.
Madam Yue was already in her forties, and the couple had a long history of intimacy, except that in recent years, after Yue Buqun practiced the Evil-Slaying Sword Technique and castrated himself, their marital relations had long since ceased.
Although Madam Yue was a chivalrous woman of great talent and a generous and forthright personality, human nature is inherently prone to passion and desire, and being in her prime, she was not
immune to some resentment within her own quarters. Although she had resorted to this immoral act in the heat of the moment to save her disciple, the passion of a young man was surging, his desires burning like fire. As their private parts touched during their lovemaking, Madam Yue couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, and her heart pounded wildly with shame.
She wanted to back down, but hearing Linghu Chong's pitiful groans, and realizing she had already lost her virginity to him, she gritted her teeth, steeled her resolve, closed her almond-shaped eyes, forcefully lifted her buttocks, and sat down again, beginning to copulate with her beloved disciple.
It wasn't lust, but deep affection.
"To have such an affair with Chong'er is to lose all moral compass; I am no longer worthy to be called Madam Yue! If the poison Chong'er has been cured, I am willing to commit suicide to preserve my honor!" Madam Yue turned her back to Linghu Chong, her body like a jade flower, feeling only the discomfort yet intense pleasure of a red-hot iron rod being inserted into her lower body. She quickly made a vow to prevent herself from losing her composure.
After all, Madam Yue was a mother, and marital relations were commonplace for her; she was an expert.
Although she felt deeply ashamed, she still skillfully began to move her slender waist up and down, focusing on the act with her back to Linghu Chong.
After a brief moment of intercourse with his master's wife, Linghu Chong ceased his moans and cries, accepting his mother's caresses like a child preparing for sleep.
Madam Yue, too ashamed to face him directly and too embarrassed to remove her upper garment, leaned forward with her back to him, her hands pressing against Linghu Chong's legs, using a delicate, almost ethereal posture to lessen her shame.
In a daze, the intense pleasure of their union refreshed Linghu Chong, and as his mind cleared, he tilted his head back, vaguely seeing a fairy in a yellow robe and cloud-like hair, her back to him, moving up and down on his lower body. The fairy's two delicate, pink buttocks bloomed before him like peonies.
His lust intensified, and he involuntarily thrust his penis forcefully, instantly soaking Madam Yue's vulva. Her fluids flowed down Linghu Chong's groin onto the reclining ox stone, soaking a large patch.
The sun shone brightly, and the lake shimmered with spring light.
No one could have imagined that the renowned young hero Linghu Chong would be committing such an incestuous act with his master's wife amidst such beautiful scenery.
Overwhelmed by passion, Linghu Chong, being a virgin, could not withstand the onslaught from his experienced master's wife. After a frenzied thrusting, he let out a long groan and finally ejaculated.
A wave of heat washed over her; Madam Yue knew her beloved disciple had released his pent-up desire.
Her body, which had been heaving, abruptly stopped, and she slumped onto Linghu Chong. His penis gradually shrank inside her, and only sticky, hot semen flowed out unnoticed.
In her distraught state, Madam Yue's thoughts raced, tears streaming down her face along with her young disciple's semen. With
her vital essence released, the aphrodisiac was instantly neutralized.
Linghu Chong, in a daze, felt as if he were in another world.
One moment he seemed to be on the Cliff of Repentance, listening to Yue Lingshan singing the folk song "Sisters, let's go pick tea" as she walked away; the next he seemed to be in the Green Bamboo Lane of Luoyang, listening to Yingying playing the zither.
Suddenly, his body burned with heat, as if he had a high fever; then,
in a moment, he felt like he was a child on a hot summer day, his master's wife gently fanning him to cool him down when he couldn't sleep. A cool, slippery sensation washed over him amidst the heat, which he found incredibly pleasant. But then, as if struck by lightning, he was startled open to find himself naked from the waist down, with a woman in a yellow dress, also naked from the waist down, sitting on him, staring blankly upwards.
His own penis, dripping with fluid, clung tightly to the beautiful woman's delicate, pink vulva beneath her white, jade-like buttocks.
The middle-aged woman, recognizing him from behind, seemed to be none other than his master's wife. Linghu Chong pressed his hand to his forehead and let out a soft moan. With
the sudden relief of the aphrodisiac, he only felt a splitting headache.
Even with his exceptional intelligence, he couldn't understand the reason for this situation, but a vague feeling arose that something was amiss.
Hearing Linghu Chong's groan, Madam Yue finally snapped out of her daze. Turning her head, she saw Linghu Chong lying on the rock, staring blankly at her. Realizing she was still naked from the waist down, straddling her disciple, her pink buttocks completely exposed, their private parts touching, she felt a surge of shame.
She quickly stood up from Linghu Chong, picked up her skirt and underpants, and while putting them on, whispered, "It seems your aphrodisiac is gone. Quickly put on your pants!" Linghu Chong, seeing himself naked in front of his master's wife, felt a sense of unease.
A sense of bewilderment washed over him. He hurriedly pulled up his trousers, trying to sit up, but his body was sore and weak, devoid of any strength.
Finally dressed, Linghu Chong asked, his face full of questions, "Master's wife, this...this is..." Although he had been out of his mind and completely unaware of his master's wife's actions, he had clearly seen her naked from the waist down, engaging in intercourse with his penis.
However, having been a virgin for so long, he only knew that what his master's wife and he had done was a very secretive matter, not something to be told to outsiders, and he only had a vague understanding of the reasons behind it.
Madam Yue, having dressed in her skirt and trousers, sat silently beside the reclining ox stone, her knees drawn up to her chest. After a long while, she finally looked up and said, "Chong'er, only you and I know what happened today. Make a vow: if you tell anyone else, may you be condemned to eternal damnation!" Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong forced himself to rise, knelt beside Madam Yue, and kowtowed, saying, "This disciple will remember this. I would rather die than tell anyone else what happened today.
It's just that I was caught in a trap and acted out of momentary confusion, truly unaware of what I did.
If I have disgraced my master's wife, this disciple will commit suicide to atone for my sins!" With that, Linghu Chong drew his sword, ready to cut his own throat.
Seeing his sincerity, Madam Yue raised her hand and grasped Linghu Chong's sword-wielding hand, saying gently, "Since you've made your vow, why must you commit suicide? All this is my misfortune.
If you were to commit suicide, what would be the point of my self-degradation? It would just mean that Madam Yue of Mount Hua would no longer exist in the martial world..." She then looked at Linghu Chong again, still gazing at the shimmering water with her knees drawn up.
Seeing his master's wife like this, Linghu Chong dared not ask further.
Looking around, he realized he was in his usual secluded place.
He said, "Master's wife, how did we get here? Junior Sister is buried over there." He pointed to Yue Lingshan's grave.
He hoped his master's wife would say something more, but Madam Yue remained as still as a wooden statue, only humming in response, and remained silent. Seeing this, Linghu Chong felt even more uneasy. He knew that when he was out of his mind, he must have done something to dishonor his master's wife.
Although he was known as a rogue in the martial world, he was actually inexperienced in worldly affairs.
Although he felt it was something he shouldn't reveal to outsiders that his master's wife was riding on him naked from the waist down, he was unaware that he had actually consummated their marriage. Despite being his master's wife, his relationship with her was no less than that of a mother and son.
Linghu Chong vaguely felt that what he had done while unconscious must have defiled his master's wife, but he dared not think about it further, for the more he thought about it, the more terrified he became.
After resting for an hour, Linghu Chong felt his strength had recovered considerably. He caught a dozen frogs by the stream, washed and cleaned them, and before he knew it, it was getting dark. He gathered some dry grass and branches to start a fire, skewered the frogs on branches, roasted them, and humbly presented them to his master's wife.
But she remained silent, shaking her head as he took the food, still gazing at the pool in silence. Seeing that his master's wife had been silent and unresponsive for half a day, Linghu Chong was even more horrified.
He knelt before his master's wife, embraced her arm, and burst into tears.
Sobbing, he pleaded, "Master's wife, I don't know how I offended you. Please enlighten me.
I've been orphaned since childhood and have been raised by my master and mistress. If I've disobeyed you, you can hit me or scold me.
Please don't upset you!" Seeing Linghu Chong's genuine tears, and considering his martial arts prowess and reputation as the head of a sect, with countless heroes bowing before him,
yet now he was crying and pleading like a child, Madam Yue's heart softened.
She said gently, "Chong'er, I'm troubled by your master's perverse actions and your junior sister's untimely death. It has nothing to do with you. My mind is in turmoil. You've just recovered from the poison, so please get up and rest aside. Let me sit alone for a while." Having said this, Madam Yue bit her lip and said nothing more. Hearing his master's wife's words, Linghu Chong felt slightly relieved. After all, his junior sister's grave was nearby, and his master's actions were known to all.
It was understandable that his master's wife was sorrowful, so he nodded, said "Master's wife," and silently got up and returned to the campfire. Alone by the fire, he ate a few frogs, thinking of Yingying one moment, Yue Lingshan the next, and vaguely recalling the beautiful woman in his erotic dream after being poisoned during the day, feeling embarrassed.
Lost in thought, and already weak from his injury, he unknowingly drifted off to sleep. He
didn't know how long he slept, but a night wind swept in, the chill intensifying, and Linghu Chong awoke with a start.
Opening his eyes, he saw only embers of the campfire, and looking up, he saw countless stars and a full moon illuminating the ground in silver light; he estimated it was around midnight.
Suddenly, Linghu Chong realized that his master's wife, who had been sitting on the reclining ox rock, was gone. There was half a piece of white cloth on the rock; he went over and picked it up, finding that his master's wife had torn off half of her skirt and written numbers in her own blood: "Immortal couples are all empty; a sorrowful woman's grief echoes in the empty valley."
How can chastity compare to the weight of gratitude? I repay Linghu Chong with my own body. Signed: Ning Zhongze of Huashan, her last words. Linghu Chong held the half-sleeved skirt, muttering to himself, "I repay Linghu Chong with my own body... I repay Linghu Chong with my own body. Linghu Chong, you bastard, you deserve to die! In the face of life and death, what are you talking about with beautiful women and spring dreams! You and your master's wife touched naked, it was clearly your master's wife who sacrificed herself to save you.
Yet you bury your head in the sand and dare not think about it! Your master's wife's fate is tragic. She wrote her last words, surely intending to take her own life. If anything happens to your master's wife, how can I live? I must find your master's wife and commit suicide in front of her to preserve her chastity!" Seeing that the bloodstains on the skirt were not yet dry, he guessed that his master's wife had not gone far. He called out to his master's wife as he searched along the pool.
After walking two or three miles along the pool, they saw a small hill not far ahead, its edge bordering the pool, where a sheer cliff
met the water. In the moonlight, a beautiful woman in yellow stood hesitantly atop it. Who else could it be but Madam Yue? Linghu Chong knew that calling out to Madam Yue now would surely lead to her drowning. He quickened his pace, arriving behind her in a moment. He knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, and pleaded in a low voice, "Master's wife! This disciple truly did not know that I had defiled your chastity during the day, incurring your great anger. Master's wife, please do not grieve. This disciple is willing to die to uphold your name." With that, he drew his sword and slit his throat.
Madam Yue was startled upon seeing Linghu Chong. She had left a farewell letter, only wishing that before her death, Linghu Chong would know that she had sacrificed her chastity to save her life, and that the Yue family of the Huashan Sect were not entirely heartless.
Suddenly, she saw him come looking for her. After all, they had been intimate during the day, and she had left a letter explaining the truth. Seeing him again, she was too ashamed to face
him. But then, as he spoke, he suddenly drew his sword and attempted suicide. In a moment of panic, she kicked the sword away, realizing the force of his blow was genuine.
She stamped her foot and cried, "Chong'er, you…why are you doing this!" Linghu Chong drew his sword and grabbed his master's wife's long legs, bursting into tears.
He wept for his own life, for finally being able to stand tall and proud in the martial world, and for having a beautiful woman as his confidante—a blessing he should have had. But this tragedy had befallen him, not only branding him as an incestuous lecher, but also causing his beloved master's wife, whom he respected and loved, to contemplate suicide because of his loss of chastity.
Though he was carefree, he was helpless in the face of such a terrible situation.
He could only wish to commit suicide to atone for his master's wife's actions.
Seeing Linghu Chong's genuine tears, Ning Zhongze's almond-shaped eyes welled with tears. After a moment, she said, "Chong'er, this is the will of Heaven. Although your master has acted against the natural order, firstly, my husband and I have always been loving, and secondly, although we are master and disciple in name, our relationship is that of mother and son.
Although this matter was framed by a treacherous person, it still violates human ethics.
You have a bright future ahead of you, and your master has no other relatives in the world besides you, and no more attachments. Therefore, I left this letter to say goodbye, so that you know that not everyone on Mount Hua is heartless, and that your master has a heart that loves you."
"Now that this has happened, I, your master's wife, have no face to live any longer. Let me go.
After I'm gone, you and Miss Ren must grow old together... It's truly a tragic fate. Your relationship with Shan'er caused you so much suffering. She's already gone, and Heaven has sent me, her mother, to repay this debt.
I hope that after I die, you will always remember Shan'er and me, so that we, mother and son, can rest in peace!" With that, Madam Yue turned and leaped off the cliff in front of Linghu Chong.
Upon seeing his master's wife jump, Linghu Chong's mind went blank. He cried out "Master's wife!" and followed suit.
The cliff, though precipitous, wasn't very high. Below was the deep pool where Linghu Chong had long resided.
The two plunged into the pool one after the other. The water was deep, but there were no large rocks or hard objects at the bottom. Although they fell straight down, they were unharmed. Only Madam Yue, having lived in Mount Hua for so long, was unable to swim.
The pool water made her half-dizzy.
Linghu Chong and Yingying, having spent many days alone by the stream, had long since developed excellent swimming skills. After swimming a few strokes, they grabbed Madam Yue's hands and pulled her upwards, bringing their heads above the water.
Madam Yue coughed a few times, vomiting some water from the pool.
She felt lightheaded; having just escaped death, she saw herself being supported by Linghu Chong, floating in the pool under the moonlight, witnessing her beloved disciple's self-sacrifice in jumping off the cliff for her
sake. Thinking of the countless grievances in her heart, she could no longer calm herself and burst into tears, throwing herself into Linghu Chong's arms. Between sobs, she pounded his broad chest with her small fists, repeatedly crying, "You wretched man! You wretched man! How am I supposed to face people now?!" Linghu Chong dared not resist, letting his master's wife pound him as he slowly helped her swim to the shore.
Once the two reached the shore, Madam Yue, having vomited water from the pool, had stopped crying and simply lowered her head, remaining silent. Linghu Chong knelt before his master's wife again, saying, "Master's wife, Heaven has spared our lives this time.
But I feel guilty, and once your anger has subsided, I will take my own life." Ning Zhongze murmured for a moment. From birth to death, this experience had resolved many of her inner conflicts. Instead, her mind was clear, and she said, "Enough, enough! Chong'er, you and I, master and disciple, have already died once.
Let bygones be bygones! From now on, I will never speak of death again, and you must not attempt suicide!" Although Linghu Chong was still uneasy, seeing his master's wife's peaceful expression, no longer as extreme as before, he felt relieved and stood up.
He saw that he and his master's wife were soaking wet and quite disheveled, and the night wind made them both shiver slightly.
Looking around, he spotted a cave not far away, nestled among wild grass and willow trees, and led his master's wife there to escape the cold.
The cave was small, about three zhang in diameter and no more than two zhang deep, barely enough for the two of them to shelter.
Linghu Chong pulled out some tinder he carried with him; fortunately, it was wrapped in layers of oiled paper, so even though they were soaked, the tinder could still start a fire. He
then gathered some dry branches and built a small fire inside the cave entrance.
Seeing his master's wife shivering, he knew she hadn't eaten all day and was now completely soaked and vulnerable to the night wind.
He said, "I have some roasted frogs by my junior sister's grave. I'll go get them. Master's wife, please take off your wet clothes and warm them over the fire.
Otherwise, the cold will surely make you sick."
Without waiting for Madam Yue's reply, he turned and left the cave to fetch the roasted frogs and his belongings.
Madam Yue, still soaked, shivered from the cold despite the campfire.
Seeing her disciple's thoughtfulness, and assuming his hasty departure to fetch the roasted frog was to avoid suspicion, and that there was no one else in this deep mountain place, she boldly undressed, took off her clothes, and used two dry branches to heat them while sitting by the fire, silently contemplating her thoughts. In
the cold night, under the morning star, Madam Yue, after days of searching for her daughter, being captured, humiliated, and rescued, and having suffered the loss of her chastity and the sudden news of her beloved daughter's murder, was overwhelmed with grief and shame, contemplating suicide.
Although the title of "Heroine of Mount Hua" was renowned, she was, after all, just a woman.
After the repeated shocks, humiliations, loss of virginity, and jumping off a cliff, although she no longer had the will to die, her mind was in turmoil, and she felt utterly exhausted. Unconsciously, she fell asleep.
Linghu Chong returned to his usual spot, retrieved his package containing roasted frogs, and was about to turn back to his master's wife when he reconsidered. He remembered telling her to dry her clothes before leaving, lest she catch a cold. She must be drying her clothes now, and he had already done something shameful to her; he shouldn't be so abrupt. He decided to wait a while until she was dressed before returning. With that thought, he leaned against Yue Lingshan's grave, gazing at the stars, lost in thought.
His junior sister's infidelity and his master's malice pained Linghu Chong, but being a magnanimous person, and already with Yingying, he hadn't normally taken it to heart.
But fate had played a cruel trick; by a twist of fate, he had ended up having an affair with his master's wife, leaving him overwhelmed with shame and in turmoil. He had revered his master's wife since childhood, and even though everyone on Mount Hua considered him a traitor, she had always stood by his side.
The bonds of gratitude and kinship have been thrown into chaos today because of my own carelessness. How can I face my master's wife in the future? How can I face Yingying, who has endured so much hardship in her life? She was originally the wife of a righteous sect leader, with obedient disciples and a perfect match between her daughter and son-in-law—how happy she must have been!
All because my master was blinded by greed, he stole the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual, causing Junior Brother Lin to commit the heinous act of killing Junior Sister. And the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual that my master practiced and the Demonic Sect's Sunflower Manual were from the same source.
Wouldn't my master have become a monster, neither male nor female, just like Dongfang Bubai? Even if my master's wife returns to Mount Hua in the future, the love between my master and his wife will never be the same... And during the day... he was, after all, a young man experiencing the ways of the world for the first time.
Although he was bewitched by lust and his mind was clouded, the intoxicating pleasure of sex was buried deep in his heart without reservation.
At first, he wished it were just a dream, and for a long time afterward, he refused to admit that he and his master's wife had consummated their relationship. He buried his head in the sand, hoping it was all a nightmare.
But Madam Yue's suicide note finally shattered his self-deception.
As he leaped to save his master's wife, Linghu Chong secretly slapped himself, thinking, "You little lecher who bullied my master's wife! You little hypocrite!" Now, he realized that if he continued to conceal his actions, he would be no different from his master.
Gazing at the stars, Linghu Chong couldn't help but recall the intimate moments he had shared with his master's wife during the day.
Although he was unaware that the fairy in yellow in his dream was his respected master's wife, her slightly plump and graceful figure, and her incomparably beautiful buttocks, were vividly clear in his mind.
Although he and Yingying had been intimate for a long time, they never overstepped the bounds of propriety. Although Yingying came from a demonic sect and her love for him was known to all, matters between men and women were governed by Taoist principles, and she never allowed him to get close.
The young man, experiencing marital bliss for the first time, though only in a daze, still savored the memory. But after a moment
's thought, he felt it was inappropriate; after all, she was his revered master's wife. What was expedient then would now be disrespectful to her. Filled with remorse, he slapped himself twice, stood up, picked up his belongings, and made his way back to the cave where Madam Yue was.
Not far from the cave, he suddenly heard Madam Yue scream from within.
Startled, Linghu Chong hurried over.
Inside, he saw Madam Yue wearing only a moon-white undergarment, gesturing with half a withered twig.
Her dress, held atop two twigs by the fire, was burned to a charred state. At the cave entrance, a large green snake, over ten feet long, raised its triangular head, flicking its red tongue, and hissed at Madam Yue through the fire. Their swords had been kicked away by Madam Yue on the cliff, and Linghu Chong had no time to retrieve them.
Seeing that Madam Yue was nearly naked and unarmed, unable to resist the venomous snake, Linghu Chong knew that if he had arrived even a moment later, he would have been killed by the snake.
Upon seeing such a large venomous snake, Linghu Chong was also startled. He had no longsword, but in his bag was a dagger that Yingying had left behind for his daily use.
Although it was only about a foot long, it could be used as a sword in Linghu Chong's hands.
He drew the dagger, bent down, and forcefully slashed at the snake's tail. The dagger was incredibly sharp, severing the snake
's tail in one swift motion. The snake, in pain, turned and lunged at Linghu Chong.
Linghu Chong took two steps back, and the snake missed its target.
Just as it was about to turn and bite again, Linghu Chong swung his right arm horizontally, severing the snake's head in one fell swoop. The snake's body writhed and twisted, its head baring its fangs and hissing on the ground. Although it wasn't dead for the moment, it was no longer able to harm anyone.
"Chong'er!" Startled, Madam Yue threw herself into Linghu Chong's broad chest, her arms instinctively tightening around him. "Don't be afraid, Master's wife.
The snake has been killed!" Linghu Chong gently patted his master's wife's back to comfort her, but found it slippery to the touch.
He then realized that his master's wife was wearing only a bodice, even less than what she wore during their intimate moments earlier in the day, making her incredibly embarrassed. Madam Yue, who had just been awakened from her sleep by the snake, was now in a state of shock and disarray. The heroic and dignified demeanor of a legendary heroine had vanished in this deserted valley at night, leaving only the vulnerability and yearning for protection within her. With
his beautiful, almost naked master's wife in his arms, Linghu Chong blamed himself for not protecting her properly.
The mature fragrance emanating from Madam Yue's body wafted towards him.
Linghu Chong's heart skipped a beat; his male instincts could no longer be controlled. He couldn't help but wrap his arms tightly around his master's wife, his large hands boldly caressing her bare, shapely buttocks before lowering his head to kiss her… "Chong'er! Let go!" Recovering from her shock, Madam Yue realized it was inappropriate for her to be naked against her disciple. Seeing Linghu Chong's strange expression and his sudden advances, she became instantly alert. She forcefully pushed him away, trying to find some clothes to cover herself, only to realize that she had overslept and her clothes were burned. She was only wearing a bodice that barely covered her navel, exposing her pubic hair and private parts. She quickly covered her chest with one hand and her private parts with the other, retreating to a corner.
Linghu Chong, startled awake by his master's wife's resistance, immediately
knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly: "Master's wife, please calm your anger, this disciple is guilty." Seeing that he had regained his composure, Madam Yue's heart calmed.
Having been a wife for many years, and seeing him kneeling there, she thought to herself that this young man was already of age and had never experienced love. Today's events had taken an unexpected turn; he had tasted the pleasures of love for the first time, and although he was poisoned,
he must have found it hard to resist. She herself had been caught in a sudden danger and lost control, so she couldn't blame him for throwing herself into his arms.
In the firelight, she saw his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a truly masculine figure. Her daughter was not meant for him.
She had lost her virginity to him for some reason, and yet he treated her with such reverence, kneeling there at the slightest hint of affection.
She felt a surge of emotion. But seeing the depth of his devotion in his kneeling and kowtowing, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
After a while, Madam Yue said sweetly, "Chong'er, you're young and impetuous, I won't blame you.
Your clothes aren't dry, go and warm yourself by the fire.
It's just that your teacher's wife overslept and burned her clothes..." At this point, her face flushed with shyness, and she couldn't say anything more.
Linghu Chong pulled out a white robe he usually wore from his bundle. Not daring to look up, he knelt and respectfully offered it to Madam Yue, saying, "Master's wife, please make do with this." Madam Yue took the robe and draped it over herself. It was loose and large, but it provided warmth and modesty. Lacking a
belt, it barely covered her delicate body. She let Linghu Chong sit down to warm himself by the fire, and then, mustering her courage, quietly sat down beside him.
Linghu Chong took out a roasted frog, heated it over the fire, and handed it to Madam Yue. She didn't stand on ceremony and ate a few, but ultimately, preoccupied with her own thoughts, she couldn't eat the rest.
Outside the cave, a cold wind blew, but inside, the two warmed themselves by the fire, the firelight illuminating the cave.
Linghu Chong poked at the fire with a half-dried twig, secretly blaming himself for his lawlessness and frivolous behavior. He had initially slept with his master's wife, but that was only due to the Demonic Sect's ambush. Even though it violated human ethics, he felt no remorse, only that defiling his master's wife was the greatest evil, deserving of death.
But in his moment of lucidity, he had been so disrespectful to his master's wife. Was he really destined to become a lecherous scoundrel like Tian Boguang? Linghu Chong stared at the fire, his heart filled with unease.
Having lost her virginity to her disciple and failed in her suicide attempt, how could she face the world afterward? Her husband was despicable, her beloved daughter had died tragically, and what was the point of returning to the martial world? Chong'er and Miss Ren were a perfect match. Although her submission to him was only a temporary expedient, Chong'er, being a young man experiencing pleasure for the first time and full of youthful vigor, was bound to have some emotional turmoil. Just now, in his moment of forgetfulness, he even touched her inappropriately. What if Miss Ren found out about their affair when they met again? This boy was kind-hearted; although he had the reputation of a playboy, he was a gentleman in essence. He was
a hundred times better than his master.
But that frivolous behavior just now… Oh well.
After all, he was young and couldn't resist beauty.
It wasn't a great loss.
It was just tonight; what would become of her tomorrow? Madam Yue pondered without finding a solution.
The campfire had unknowingly dried Linghu Chong's wet clothes.
A wave of masculine scent wafted over.
Madam Yue involuntarily curled up her legs, hugging her knees, and couldn't help but turn to look at Linghu Chong. She saw him still tending to the dry firewood in the campfire, lost in thought.
Linghu Chong was also troubled. Suddenly, he turned his head and saw Madam Yue's beautiful eyes gazing at him. He noticed that although she was wrapped in his long robe, her embroidered shoes had been left to dry by the fire and hadn't been put on yet. She wasn't wearing trousers either, revealing her long, slender, white legs and delicate, charming feet curled up outside the robe. Combined with her beautiful and dignified face, illuminated by the firelight, even though she was a married woman, she was more elegant than her daughter and more beautiful than Ren Yingying. He couldn't help but feel a surge of desire, but remembering how he had already repeatedly insulted his master's wife that day, he knew
that to indulge in lust now would be unbecoming of a beast. He quickly composed himself and continued tending the fire.
Seeing Linghu Chong's expression, how could Madam Yue, a wife of many years, not know what he was thinking?
Suddenly, a warmth enveloped her heart. "Chong'er."
In the deep darkness, beside the roaring fire, Madam Yue looked at her disciple and, for some reason, recalled their intimate moments during the day. Her face flushed with shyness, she called out softly.
"What are your orders, Master's Wife? If you are sleepy, please take a nap. I will keep watch for you." Hearing his master's wife's gentle call, Linghu Chong suppressed his wicked thoughts and dared not look up. "Alas... foolish child.
How can I still be your master's wife after treating me like this today?" Seeing Linghu Chong's obedience, Madam Yue's heart, which had been quietly stirring, felt a pang of loss.
She murmured unconsciously.
Linghu Chong knew he had wronged Madam Yue, but having just experienced the pleasures of love, his youthful passion was hard to suppress.
Although Madam Yue was over forty, she was his teacher's wife, and parental relationships were a great barrier, difficult for ordinary people to cross.
However, firstly, the two had already consummated their marriage during the day by a twist of fate, and secondly, Madam Yue was incomparably beautiful, and now, by sheer coincidence, she was half-naked in the cold night, alone in a secluded valley with him.
How could he not be overcome with lust? He felt pity for his teacher's wife, who had lost her daughter and her virginity, and had just attempted suicide for him; he felt guilty, and he also thought of their teacher-student relationship, mother and son. He was not currently under the influence of aphrodisiacs
, and he felt it would be against all reason to let lust rise again. But he was not truly infatuated; he understood the meaning behind his teacher's wife's words.
He felt a warm glow in his heart.
In a state of intoxication and passion, Linghu Chong unconsciously reached out his right arm and gently embraced Madam Yue's slender waist.
Madam Yue suddenly felt a tightness around her waist; her disciple had actually embraced her. His hands trembled, and he dared not exert any force. Overjoyed, she glanced at Linghu Chong, who dared not look at her, and gently rested her head on his shoulder, her delicate hand fiddling with the corner of his robe, her heart pounding.
Linghu Chong, feeling his master's wife's touch, tensed even more, the dry branch in his hand falling into the fire.
In the still of the night, in the deserted valley by the fire, a man and a woman whispered sweet nothings.
What master's wife? Her disciple had faced life and death together, sharing the joys of love; how could morality remain? One was the sect leader's wife, beautiful and incomparably charming, a woman like a wolf.
The other was a reckless, fearless young man, wild and untamed.
Master and disciple, the proper etiquette remained, but the vicissitudes of life hindered them.
Stripped of the chivalrous heroine, the young sect leader, the master-disciple, the mother-son bond—
at this moment, in the cave, only a man and a woman, both wounded by the suffering inflicted by their loved ones, licked their wounds. The
moment she rested her head on Linghu Chong's shoulder, Madam Yue felt a sudden sense of clarity: such a foolish boy, such a virtuous disciple, had been suppressed for far too long under the pseudo-righteousness of the Huashan Gentleman's Sword sect.
She herself was unable to return home at this moment; what harm was there in a brief affair with him?
Firstly, it would repay his many acts of kindness in repaying evil. Secondly, a young man who hadn't yet tasted the intoxicating pleasures of a woman was bound to have impure thoughts later on. Moreover, given his high martial arts skills and the presence of many unorthodox individuals around him, without the guidance of a young lady, he might easily succumb to prostitution or even illicit sexual relations.
Although she had given herself to save her beloved disciple, she had still deflowered him, and it was her responsibility as his teacher and mother to prevent him from going astray.
Thirdly, since her husband's self-castration, she had long been deprived of marital relations. Even with her chivalrous nature, she couldn't escape the sorrow of her own bedchamber.
If she had committed suicide then, it would have been better.
She was still alive, and now, naked and alone in this deserted place, he both respected and loved her, and though she regarded him as her son, they
had once shared joy and intimacy.
Human relations were lost, and she herself was no longer pure.
He, however, was a chivalrous man she could entrust her life to; any further intimacy with him would merely be considered love between a man and a woman, not that she herself was a lewd person.
Under the intimacy of his master's wife, Linghu Chong could no longer control himself, his breathing becoming heavy.
The many acts of love they had shared during the day seemed vivid in his mind.
He couldn't help but say, "Master's wife, please don't do this.
This disciple… this disciple is afraid of losing control and defiling you, that would be letting down both Master and my deceased junior sister…" Madam Yue raised her pretty face, her expression shy and reproachful, "Silly child, what have you done to wrong your master! He wronged you, and as for your junior sister…
well… well, Shan'er's fate was unfortunate." Speaking of Yue Lingshan, the fire that had just ignited in Madam Yue's heart was extinguished as if doused with water, and tears streamed down her face.
"Master's wife, it's all my fault!" Seeing his master's wife's tears, Linghu Chong quickly comforted her, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his sleeve. Seeing Linghu Chong's gentle care, Madam Yue could no longer suppress her grievances. She threw herself into Linghu Chong's arms and burst into tears, angrily pounding his chest with her small fists as she cried,
repeatedly shouting, "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault, you heartless little brat!" The usually dignified and loving master's wife was now crying and acting like a young girl in his arms.
Linghu Chong was overwhelmed with emotions.
Although he held her in his arms
, the thought of his master's wife's years of nurturing and the various misdeeds
she had committed today left him at a loss .
Madam Yue cried for a long time, then suddenly stopped.
She put her arms around Linghu Chong's shoulders and gently kissed him on the corner of his mouth.
Linghu Chong's body trembled, and the two stared at each other in silence for a moment.
Seeing the shy and expectant look on Madam Yue's face in his arms, his courage surged, and he boldly lowered his head to kiss her pretty face.
His tongue tasted the tear stains on her cheek, bitter and astringent.
Finally, mother and son's lips met.
Madam Yue's fragrant tongue slid into Linghu Chong's mouth, and the moment their tongues touched, both involuntarily trembled.
Linghu Chong felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
The instant his tongue touched his master's wife's, he went berserk: What about master-disciple relations? What about righteous sects? What are those heretics like Yue Buqun, Yue Lingshan, and Lin Pingzhi! How many times have they humiliated him, driving him to the brink of suicide? In the end, only his master's wife and Yingying truly loved him! But thinking of Yingying, Linghu Chong couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.
He had already wronged his master's wife by committing incest with her.
He was still passionately kissing his master's wife, but he didn't know what was happening to her on Mount Heng. This thought only lasted a moment. The exquisite, intoxicating sensation of the young man's tongue intertwined with that of the middle-aged beauty made him unable to think any further.
A long, drawn-out kiss
ensued. Linghu Chong's arms tightened around Madam Yue, his hands caressing her shapely buttocks through her robe.
Madam Yue's arms also tightened around Linghu Chong. Neither wanted to separate from the other's body and tongue… Finally, Linghu Chong lifted his lips from Madam Yue's cherry lips.
He called out, full of deep affection and embarrassment, "Master's wife."
"Mmm,"
Madam Yue responded softly.
The kiss had already conveyed their mutual understanding.
Without Linghu Chong needing to say anything, she naturally knew what he was thinking.
Slowly standing up, she felt somewhat embarrassed in front of Linghu Chong.
So, with her back to him, she began to unwrap the robe around her body.
As her long robe fell to the ground, Madam Yue's voluptuous and mature female body was fully revealed to Linghu Chong.
She gently untied the chain of her bodice, removing the last vestige of clothing, and slowly loosened the hair bun on her head. With a flick of her wrists, her beautiful hair cascaded down like a waterfall, reaching her waist.
The middle-aged woman's rounded buttocks, long legs, jet-black hair, and snow-white skin made her appear as dignified, beautiful, and unapproachable as Guanyin.
Linghu Chong, having removed his own clothes, stood naked in return. Madam Yue turned around, her face flushed with embarrassment, and covered the mysterious dark triangle between her legs with her hands.
A pair of beautiful breasts were laid bare before Linghu Chong's eyes. After all, she was his master's wife, and now that the moment had come, Linghu Chong suddenly dared not look directly at Madam Yue's naked body. Embarrassed, he lowered his head, yet couldn't help stealing glances at her unclothed form. Seeing Linghu Chong's awkwardness, his bulging muscles, and his manhood refusing to rise, Madam Yue felt both ashamed and amused.
"You really are a fool," she said.
Madam Yue, being a woman of many experience, walked up to Linghu Chong and generously grasped his manhood with her delicate hand, gently stroking it while pressing her fair body tightly against her disciple.
Madam Yue was over forty, her youth gone, her breasts slightly sagging.
But her skin was as white as snow, her breasts large, and even more captivating were her beautiful nipples, a brownish-red rather than the pink of a young girl's, yet undeniably stunning. Her smooth abdomen was slightly protruding, but not bloated. At this moment, she pressed her breasts tightly against Linghu Chong's arm, her beautiful nipples restlessly rubbing against his arm, how could Linghu Chong not be aroused? He allowed Madam Yue to play with his manhood, one hand tightly embracing her in his arms, continuing their French kiss, the other timidly grasping and gently kneading one of her breasts.
"Chong'er, we have already consummated our marriage.
Your master's wife is now yours.
Don't be shy; the joy of the bridal chamber lies in indulgence. The Huashan Sect are all hypocrites, and your master is a false gentleman who has made you dull.
Marriage should be spontaneous; consider this your wedding night, and your master's wife your bride.
Whatever you desire, your master's wife will grant; this is the essence of matters between men and women.
You don't need to be so cautious." After the kiss, seeing that he was still cautiously caressing her, Madam Yue stroked Linghu Chong's penis while whispering in his ear, biting his earlobe.
The scent of his master's wife in his ear aroused Linghu Chong, making him lose his senses.
Hearing her words of encouragement, he boldly said, "Master's wife, I want to nurse!" As soon as Linghu Chong uttered these words, he blushed deeply.
He understood that this valley was a bridal chamber given to him by Heaven out of guilt, and his master's wife was his bride.
But after all, he had been respectful to his master's wife for twenty years.
Even when it came to intimate moments, to consummate their marriage, he still felt embarrassed to express his desires for her.
"Chong'er! Husband! Good son! Your master's wife is all yours!" Holding her disciple's penis in her hand, inhaling the masculine scent emanating from Linghu Chong,
Madam Yue felt a surge of indulgence! Today, she was going to give up everything, for her disciple, to become his woman completely! And for herself, for she was a woman after all.
Who cared about the turmoil of the martial world tomorrow! As long as tonight was a joyous wedding night! Linghu Chong bent down and grasped his master's wife's breasts, like a child, bringing his mouth close to hers, sucking desperately on Madam Yue's left nipple... "Master's wife! Master's wife!" Linghu Chong murmured in a daze.
These were the breasts that his master's wife had never given to anyone other than his master and junior sister! From this day forward, his master's wife was his woman! Watching her disciple suckle on her left nipple and then rub his face vigorously against her right nipple.
The ecstatic pleasure on her nipples gradually made Madam Yue lose herself in the moment: "Good boy, good husband! Touch your master's wife, touch your master's wife down there." Linghu Chong squatted down, staring at the mysterious peach blossom spring three inches below his master's wife's navel .
This was the first time in over twenty years that he had truly and carefully seen a woman's private parts.
And the first person to openly let him examine her private parts was his master's wife, whom he revered as a goddess... He first parted Madam Yue's dark pubic hair with his hand.
He tried to pinch her clitoris with two fingers, trying to pull the foreskin of the clitoris up higher. No one needs to teach him; when faced with a woman's mysterious parts, men are always curious, men are always unconsciously touching, exploring... He wanted to see more clearly the mystery of his master's genitals, the mystery that his junior sister had touched when she was born, and to remember it more clearly after touching it carefully! Madam Yue's pink and delicate flower bud was completely exposed to Linghu Chong. Looking at his master's wife's most mysterious and beautiful flower bud, Linghu Chong couldn't help but look up at Madam Yue.
But then he saw Madam Yue, her beautiful face flushed with desire, her hair hanging low. Though her cheeks were red with embarrassment, her eyes
held a mixture of longing and encouragement. He boldly stuck out his tongue and licked his master's wife's clitoris; the taste was fragrant yet
slightly salty. Madam Yue, overwhelmed by Linghu Chong's licking, giggled uncontrollably, her naked body trembling, her breasts shaking violently.
She gently tapped Linghu Chong's head, giggling as she reached out to cover her private parts again, begging him to stop.
He was tasting all of his master's wife's beauty, all of what his wicked master had once possessed.
Linghu Chong was filled with passion; propriety and shame had been completely cast aside in the face of sexual desire.
Although he couldn't change his address, still calling her "master's wife," at this moment, in his eyes, his master's wife, who had abandoned her reputation and wealth, was simply a beautiful woman belonging to him, and he was merely a strong young man.
The boundaries of human morality had vanished! After licking and teasing Lady Yue's vulva, Linghu Chong stood up again, and the two of them, both completely naked, stared at each other once more.
Lady Yue had been giggling from Linghu Chong's earlier teasing, her fair neck already flushed with embarrassment.
Looking at the burning passion in his eyes, Lady Yue stopped laughing, and suddenly felt embarrassed again.
At this moment, Linghu Chong's intense gaze boldly swept over her naked body, making her incredibly shy. Lady Yue felt as if she had truly returned to her wedding night with Yue Buqun.
She lowered her head. Her
long, black hair couldn't hide the girlish blush on Lady Yue's face.
"Master's Wife,"
Linghu Chong said, holding Lady Yue's hands in his, his erect penis, visibly throbbing after exploring her feminine body, now sounded like a gentle plea for pleasure to Lady Yue.
"Mmm,"
Lady Yue replied shyly, pulling her hands away from his.
She knelt down, gently unfolding the long robe that had fallen to the ground and spreading it out.
She knew this tattered robe would be the new bed for her and her disciple's wedding night. Now, she no longer possessed the unrestrained joy of foreplay with her disciple; instead, she felt the same shyness and fear she had felt when she had rested her head on his shoulder earlier, her heart pounding wildly once more.
After laying it out, Madam Yue gently knelt on the robe, using her hands as a pillow, resting her head on them. She bent over, raising her pink buttocks, and parted her legs, exposing her white, jade-like buttocks and the moist, tender flesh below to Linghu Chong. Her
long, black hair cascaded down in front of her, hoping to conceal the shyness and longing on her face.
The yellow-clad fairy of her dreams.
Now, naked, she was in a position of intercourse, waiting for him.
Linghu Chong's heart fluttered with desire.
Although he had only tasted the forbidden fruit in a half-dreaming, half-awake state during the day, the scene of intercourse in his dream was vivid in his mind, and he had
secretly savored it during his leisure time. Now that it had actually happened, he still vaguely remembered how to do it.
Linghu Chong knelt behind his master's wife, one hand pressing on one of her snow-white, shapely buttocks, the other hand grasping his hard penis, trying to probe his master's wife's tender flower with the purplish-red glans.
Because his master's wife's jade buttocks were raised a bit high, Linghu Chong tried several times without success, still unable to find the entrance
to his master's wife's vulva. The hot, hard glans rubbed aimlessly against
the outside of her vulva, arousing his master's wife even more. She reached a jade hand from between her legs, gently pinched Linghu Chong's penis, slightly lowered her waist, and guided him to insert his penis little by little into her wet vulva.
The beautiful mistress's thirsty vulva tightly gripped Linghu Chong's penis, and for the second time in one day, the young man's hot rod was inserted into her smooth vagina.
The first friction between Linghu Chong's sensitive glans and Madam Yue's vagina caused both of them to scream with pleasure in unison.
The intoxicating pleasure enslaved this master and disciple, mother and son, who were burdened with immense guilt, to their very nature. The dreams of conquering the martial world and dominating the martial arts were all gone! The ecstasy of their marital relations was now their shared goal.
Even Linghu Chong, oblivious to his unrequited love for his junior sister and his beloved wife,
had cast them aside in the face of his instincts.
Before him lay only his master's wife's beautiful, lily-like white buttocks and his own raging, dragon-like penis thrusting in and out of her vulva.
He was playing with his master's wife! He wasn't just playing with his master's wife; he was venting his frustration at the injustice of fate, seeking revenge on his master! Seeking revenge on his junior sister! "I want to play with your wife! Play with your mother!" But was this truly his purpose? In the midst of their lovemaking, his master's wife gasped repeatedly. Though he couldn't see whether her face reflected shyness, ecstasy, or guilt, her affection for him was genuine. The love she had shown him before, like that of a teacher and a mother, had transformed into her current dependence on him.
Would his actions hurt her? No! During his intercourse with Madam Yue, Linghu Chong felt he had found his true home.
His junior sister's willfulness and Yingying's capriciousness were not what he truly desired. From a young
age, he had envied his master for having such a gentle and virtuous wife.
Influenced by his surroundings, he had longed to marry such a beautiful and chivalrous woman as his master's wife, a woman of both strength and gentleness. Even if he married his master's wife, so what? Wasn't there a legendary hero, Yang, who married his master, becoming a celebrated story in the martial arts world? He bore the name of a wanderer; how could he possibly think of marrying his master's wife, something so unconventional? At this moment, Linghu Chong's lust flared, and he gripped his master's wife's two snow-white buttocks, thrusting even more fiercely.
"No! Chong'er! Be gentle, I can't take it!" Madam Yue, her buttocks raised, moaned and begged for mercy as Linghu Chong thrust wildly into her.
But the young man's infatuation with his first experience of marital intimacy was not something that could be appeased by her pleas.
Madam Yue felt utterly bewitched by her disciple's penis! As lustful as Madam Yue was,
she seemed to see Yue Buqun without his beard before her eyes.
The once awe-inspiring gentleman swordsman, her husband, had actually castrated himself to practice swordsmanship. He
even needed to apply his beard daily.
She was left alone in her chambers, living a life of widowhood, and now he had harmed himself, others, and even her daughter… As a female knight-errant of Mount Hua, her husband had schemed to merge the Five Mountains Sword Sects, a position of immense prestige in the eyes of outsiders.
But her youthful spirit, her passionate love and hate,
had long since been worn away by her husband's hypocritical actions.
She knew her beloved disciple, Linghu Chong, had been wronged and unjustly accused, yet she dared not speak out.
She was a woman in her prime, destined to spend the rest of her life alone in her chambers, yet she willingly endured this suffering.
In the end, what did she gain? Not the flourishing of the Huashan Sect, but her husband becoming a laughingstock in the martial arts world, and her beloved daughter dying far from home… Shan'er… When Madam Yue was driven mad by Linghu Chong's passion, her fragrant body trembled and her hair flew wildly. The pleasure of having sex with the young man, the guilt of losing her womanly virtue, and the release of her resentment for her misfortune intertwined, making her forget her identity as a master's wife and disciple. With continuous
panting, she unconsciously cried out in unrestrained pleasure. Madam Yue's incessant moans made Linghu Chong even more excited, but she herself became even more hazy, completely unaware.
Madam Yue, already infatuated, quietly raised her head, and at this moment, she seemed to see Yue Lingshan before her.
She only saw Yue Lingshan in tight-fitting clothes, carrying a long sword on her back, still with the demeanor of a young girl from Huashan. At this moment, seeing her respected mother and her beloved senior brother passionately engaging in this incestuous act, she showed no resentment or anger. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and there was only guilt in them.
In a daze, she seemed to be saying to Madam Yue, "My eldest brother is a good man. Our Yue family owes him too much, and I am already unable to repay him.
I feel even more ashamed that
you, Mother, have had to lose your virginity to repay him. Although your actions are unbecoming of a woman, you cannot be blamed for this situation. I only wish that you and my eldest brother can grow old together, treating each other kindly. That would be enough for me in this life..." Suddenly, Yue Lingshan disappeared... Madam Yue's heart sank slightly, and her unconscious moans of pleasure abruptly stopped .
Linghu Chong, behind her, was slightly surprised to hear his master's wife stop moaning . He resumed his vigorous thrusts. Madam Yue, nestled in his arms, felt melancholy. Suddenly, she felt Linghu Chong's hands, which were pressing against her buttocks, knead them even more forcefully. Then came a series of violent thrusts, almost pushing his penis all the way to the bottom of her vagina, waves of pleasure washing over her, bringing her to a sudden climax! Her vaginal fluids flowed uncontrollably. The intense physical pleasure, coupled with a sudden sense of loss, brought tears to Madam Yue's beautiful face as she rested her head on her hands. But this time, the tears were different from the previous ones, filled with shame and resentment. She couldn't tell if it was joy or sorrow. She only knew that as she reached her climax and her juices flowed freely, Linghu Chong also ejaculated his scalding semen. The love fluids of the master and disciple, mother and son, intertwined within Madam Yue's vagina, forming a pool. As Linghu Chong withdrew his penis from her vulva, Madam Yue's already weary vulva overflowed with the essence of their union. Drops of love fluid splattered onto the long robe spread on the ground… Although there was no virginity bleeding, the white robe still bore the mark of this illicit affair between mother and son… Afterwards, Linghu Chong and Madam Yue lay naked together on the robe, facing each other, and unconsciously smiled at one another. There was no guilt, only shyness. There was no pretense, only sincerity. No need for further words, their feelings spoke for themselves. The loving couple embraced for a long while before Linghu Chong finally spoke, "Master's wife..." Before he could finish, Madam Yue gently pressed her hand to his lips, whispering shyly, "Silly child, if I told you how you treat me, how could I still be your master's wife?" "This..." Linghu Chong was somewhat at a loss. "Do you know who I saw just now?" Madam Yue, ignoring Linghu Chong's dazed state, murmured, "Just now, when we were husband and wife, I seemed to see Lingshan." "Where is Junior Sister?" Having regained his senses after their lovemaking, Linghu Chong couldn't help but ask upon hearing the name Yue Lingshan. Madam Yue leaned against his arm, her delicate hand holding Linghu Chong's large hand as she gently stroked her jade-like leg. She said softly, "Shan'er is watching us become husband and wife. She said she's sorry to you, and she knows my family has wronged you. I'm repaying my debt to my son, and my wife to my husband. She wants me to treat you well, and for you to treat me well too..." As she spoke, Madam Yue's face flushed even more, her voice barely audible. "Master's wife, you've wronged me so much, how could I dare to betray you?" Linghu Chong said humbly in Madam Yue's ear. "I've said it before, now that we've become husband and wife, you must never utter the words 'Master's wife' again," Madam Yue said, slightly displeased that he still called her "Master's wife." "Disciple... I understand. From now on, may I call you Sister Ning?" "Hmm, although I am Lingshan's mother, you two are not bound by marriage, and you are no longer a member of Mount Hua. The title of 'Master's Wife' is a thing of the past. I am more than ten years older than you, so it is only right for me to call you 'Sister. ' Chong'er... I'm sorry, I just can't change my way of addressing you. May I still call you Chong'er?" Madam Yue stroked Linghu Chong's broad chest and asked in a sweet voice. "I will listen to whatever you say, Master... Sister Ning. Just now , when I was married to you, I had some realizations. In the past, there was a great hero named Yang who could marry his master. Now, his master has been betrayed by everyone, and I am a notorious rogue in the martial world. Even if I marry you, Master's Wife, what's wrong with marrying a remarried woman?" As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed Ning Zhongze in his arms. The two shared another long and passionate kiss.

From then on, Ning Zhongze no longer referred to herself as Madam Yue, but continued to use the name Ning Zhongze, the Jade Maiden of Mount Hua. Ning Zhongze suddenly raised her face, her expression full of sorrow, and said, "Although you disregard your reputation, I am, after all, a woman. Incestuous acts are one thing,
but how can they be publicized throughout the martial world? Besides, you and Miss Ren are a perfect couple, known to all.
You must not ruin your future for someone as unfortunate as me."
She then let out a long sigh. Mentioning Yingying, Linghu Chong felt a pang of heartache .
He had been immoral, committing incest with his master's wife, his first experience of lovemaking filled with passion, willing to die for her.
But Yingying was both his beloved and his savior, leaving him in a dilemma. The two embraced for a moment, their thoughts swirling.
Yet, lying naked in each other's arms felt like a wedding night. Linghu Chong, young and carefree,
was easily swayed by worldly concerns. But thinking of his master's wife's devoted love, his desires inevitably rekindled.
His hands couldn't help but wander restlessly over Ning Zhongze's naked body.
Ning Zhongze hadn't been intimate with her husband in a long time, and once touched, her desire was hard to suppress. Moreover, Linghu Chong was young and handsome, and after experiencing life and death, she had let go of all notions of chastity and reputation.
Besides, he was young, and although he was a novice in marital relations, his energy far surpassed Yue Buqun's.
Aroused by him again, she couldn't help but be captivated, and willingly threw herself into his arms. They made love several more times until dawn, when they finally fell asleep naked in each other's arms, reluctant to part.
They slept until the afternoon.
Linghu Chong, with his youthful nature, couldn't resist again seeking pleasure with Ning Zhongze. Ning Zhongze, however, felt hungry and thirsty, and being naturally clean, she found the cave too simple to live in.
So she insisted on dragging him to catch frogs and gather fruit to tidy up their bridal chamber.
Ning Zhongze, meticulous and skillful, cleaned the cave in half a day. She retrieved her longsword from the cliff, split wood to make a door, piled stones for a stove, and built a bed out of straw, transforming the small cave into a warm and inviting home.
From then on, the two spent their days tending to Yue Lingshan's grave.
At night, they enjoyed passionate nights in the cave, their days filled with carefree joy.
Before they knew it, a month had passed.
Linghu Chong realized that the date
for his reunion with Yingying had been far too late. He feared she would worry about him, and
he also worried that she would find him living with his master's wife. His face was filled with sorrow, and for several days, he couldn't even muster the desire to be intimate with Ning Zhongze.
Ning Zhongze, wise and virtuous, treated him like a child despite their brief affair. Seeing his unhappiness, she understood his distress.
That night, after their lovemaking, seeing him tossing and turning, unable to sleep, she herself pondered for a long time against the cave wall. Suddenly, she sat up and said to Linghu Chong, "Chong'er, we've been here for over a month. These past two days, I've noticed you seem distracted.
I suppose you can't let go of the affairs of the martial world and Miss Ren, right?" Linghu Chong also sat up, bowed his head, and pondered, "Sister Ning is right.
I love and respect you, and I wouldn't dare lie to you. My fellow disciples from Hengshan and Yingying have an appointment with me. I want to meet them first, settle the sect's affairs, and then explain the situation to Yingying." She bid farewell, saying she would return here to grow old with her sister. "I wonder what you think, sister?" Ning Zhongze smiled and said, "You are the head of Hengshan Sect. The martial world is currently in turmoil; it is your duty to return. As for you and Miss Ren, you are a match
made in heaven. Once your worldly affairs are over, go and marry her. Our brief marriage was a cruel twist of fate. I am much older than you and already married; how can I ruin your future?
Go..." With that, Ning Zhongze lowered her head and remained silent. Seeing Ning Zhongze so pitiful, Linghu Chong felt a deep pang of pity.
He hurriedly said, "Sister Ning, don't worry, Chong'er won't go.
But I'm afraid Yingying will come looking for me here because I broke my promise.
How about we find a quiet place to be husband and wife forever?" Ning Zhongze shook her head and said softly, "It's not that I'm jealous.
I've really thought it through.
This is where Shan'er is buried.
I will live here in seclusion and keep her company forever, and I won't go anywhere else.
As for you... everyone knows about you and Miss Ren.
If I love you, how can I let you be labeled as lustful and fickle? If you're willing, after you leave, come here alone to meet me for a few days every year on the anniversary of Shan'er's death." " I'll be content.
The moon is bright and the stars are few tonight, perfect for our journey. Under the cover of night, we won't have to worry about the martial world knowing you once stayed here. Let's go now!" She turned and took her bundle and longsword, handing them to Linghu Chong. Linghu Chong saw that she was wearing the robe he had worn when they first became husband and wife, stained with their love fluids. Although she was naturally clean, the stain was from their first vows, and she couldn't bear to wash it. She usually only wore Linghu Chong's undergarment, using this robe as their shared blanket. Wearing it now showed her unwavering affection.
His heart ached, and he felt a surge of desire, but then he remembered Ning Zhongze's words—they weren't just angry words, but sincere.
His longing for Yingying and his desire to protect the nuns of Hengshan rekindled.
He got up, dressed, bowed several times to Ning Zhongze, and turned to leave, but couldn't bear to stand there.
Seeing him like this, Ning Zhongze let out a soft sob and threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face.
She whispered in his ear, "After this parting, I don't know what your future holds.
If anyone asks about me, just say I learned that Shan'er is dead and has committed suicide.
I hope you won't break our one-year promise; we'll meet again then." Saying this, she kissed his neck, gritted her teeth, and pushed him out the door.
No matter how much Linghu Chong knocked on the wooden door, Ning Zhongze refused to open it, her back pressed against it. Through the door, he could only hear her murmuring, "Chonglang, Chonglang..." Then he heard her recite: "A peony casually picked, its beauty unmatched, its charm irreplaceable, alone on the cliff of heartbreak.
Love and desire are hard to separate, sorrow hard to dispel, I will devote myself to the Bodhisattva, let bygones be bygones, let bygones be bygones!" Ning Zhongze recited a poem, "Huanxi Sha," and after she finished, there was no further sound from the cave. Linghu Chong knew he had done wrong.
But considering the treacherous nature of the martial world, and the fact that his master's wife had suffered so much, after the pain of losing her daughter and the misfortune of losing her virginity, she
had spent so much time with him. All her former heroic spirit
was gone. Instead, she was serene and peaceful when caring for him.
Although they indulged in playful lovemaking, afterwards her heart was as still as water.
He thought she had finally seen the light and would no longer seek death. Perhaps
it would be a good end for her to live in seclusion here amidst the green hills and clear waters, with his junior sister by his side, free from the entanglements of past martial world feuds and the burdens of worldly ethics and moral transgressions.
He only needed to keep his promise to visit her once a year, and always remember the kindness his master's wife had shown him.
Having said this, he left under the cover of night, his mind heavy with thoughts.
Linghu Chong walked alone for an hour, arriving at the very spot where he had rescued his master's wife.
Suddenly, a woman's voice cried out in the distance, "Ah!" It was Yingying. Linghu Chong thought, "Yingying is really here." Then he heard footsteps, and the two of them came running, one after the other. He heard Yingying calling out repeatedly, "Brother Chong, Brother Chong, your master wants to kill you! You mustn't come out!" Linghu Chong was shocked. "Why does Master want to kill me?" He only heard Yingying shout again, "Brother Chong, run! Your master wants to kill you!" She was calling out with all her might, clearly wanting Linghu Chong to run away.
Amidst the shouts, he saw her disheveled hair, carrying a long sword, running quickly towards him, with Yue Buqun chasing after her empty-handed. Seeing that Yingying was only ten steps away from stepping into a trap in the darkness, Linghu Chong didn't know what to do...

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