Cold Moon Jianghu

Yang Wuke put down his wine cup and glanced at Xiaoqing sitting in front of him. She had changed into a new set of clothes and
groomed herself; her hair was casually tied back, and perhaps from a good night's sleep, her cheeks
had regained some color, making her even more beautiful. Yang Wuke sighed inwardly, wondering if she
would have grown this tall if she were alive? Would she have been this beautiful?
This was the dining room on the second floor of the inn, filled with noisy guests having breakfast. A very
uncomfortable feeling
suddenly welled up in Yang Wuke's heart—a murderous aura, a sharp murderous aura, emanating from the four people behind him. Yang
Wuke remembered that four old men were sitting there. He didn't turn around, but his fingertips rested on the hilt of his knife.
"Tap tap tap," someone came upstairs. It was a middle-aged man with a long beard and a kind face. Yang Wuke
recognized the "Master of Jiangnan." It is said that this man is chivalrous and righteous, and possesses superb medical skills. Many in the martial arts world
have received his treatment for poisoning and injuries. However, he and Hua Duiying have always been at odds, harboring a
deep-seated grudge. Perhaps this is the tragedy of two brilliant strategists? Whether out of fear of Duan Bifu or for some other reason, the murderous aura behind him slowly dissipated.
"If I am not mistaken, you must be the great hero Yang?"
Duan Bifu walked to Yang Wuke's table and said loudly. Yang Wuke rose and returned the greeting. Duan Bifu said, "I heard that
the great hero Yang and Hua Duiying are about to have a duel. I have come to see you off and wish you a resounding victory.
Waiter, bring the wine!"
After speaking, Duan Bifu took the wine jar from the waiter, poured two bowls of wine, raised one bowl,
and drank it down in one gulp. Yang Wuke could not refuse and also raised the other bowl and drank it dry.
Suddenly, Yang Wuke swayed and slumped back onto the stool. Duan Bifu's expression changed instantly. He chuckled maliciously and
shouted at the woman,
"You slut, where do you think you're going this time? Even the Heavenly King himself can't protect you!"
With a flick of his wrist, a sharp sword appeared, aimed straight at Yang Wuke's chest.
Yang Wuke smiled, opened his mouth, and spat a stream of wine directly at Duan Bifu's face with lightning speed
. Caught off guard, Duan Bifu ducked to avoid it, but his ribs felt as if struck by a hammer; he had been hit by Yang Wuke's palm and
was thrown backward.
The other four men at the table also attacked simultaneously. The scarred old man at the head used the "Dislocating Tendons and Bones Hand," swiftly attacking
Yang Wuke's vital points. The other three wielded chain spears, like three venomous snakes, intending to kill Yang Wuke
with their spears.
Yang Wuke lifted the table, and with a "crack," the table was split in two by the three spears. The spears' momentum was also
halted. Taking advantage of this brief moment, Yang Wuke turned to the side, avoiding the scarred old man's withered claws.
"Don't let him draw his knife!"
the scarred old man shouted. The other three old men, wielding chain spears, pursued closely, surrounding Yang Wuke. Yang Wuke
leaped backward, and three chain spears suddenly shot out like meteors towards him. Yang Wuke spun and landed, dodging
the spears, when suddenly a scream rang out as the chain spears, gleaming coldly, shot towards Xiao Qing, who was hiding by the side of the hall.
Without thinking, Yang Wuke pushed off with his toes, his body flying horizontally, grabbing one of the chain spears, and shaking it left and right,
knocking away the other two. Unexpectedly, the scarred old man had already seen Yang Wuke's weakness and darted in from the side,
his ten fingers aimed straight for Xiao Qing. Yang Wuke quickly arrived, grabbing Xiao Qing and falling to the side, but he was still
a little too slow. With a "thud," the old man's left hand had already pierced Yang Wuke's shoulder.
"He's been hit by my 'Corpse Claw'!"
the scarred old man screamed. The other three wore expressions of joy, but they forgot one thing: Yang Wuke
stood up from the ground, completely ignoring the five black holes in his shoulders, and looked at them with a pitying expression.
A flash of light, and the four felt a chill run down their spines; the Black Beauty was already unsheathed. The four old men, thinking alike, scattered
in all directions, intending to wait until Yang Wuke was weakened by the poison before making their move. Yang Wuke held his breath, leaped into the air, and
drew a graceful arc in the air with his right hand.
The four old men felt their bodies lighten, and something was flowing down their bodies. They looked down and saw a gash in
their chests , like an open mouth, mercilessly mocking them, mocking the cheapness of life.
"Azure sea and blue sky, night after night, my heart?!"
the old men cried out hoarsely at the same time, collapsing to the ground.
Yang Wuke stood in the center of the hall, his body swaying a few times. Suddenly, a person leaped up from the ground, striking
Yang Wuke's back with both palms. Yang Wuke couldn't dodge in time. He swung his curved blade back and simultaneously channeled his inner strength to block the attack.
With a "bang," the man flew backward, and Yang Wuke coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The man was Duan Bifu. He clutched his slit throat and stammered,
"The poison... has attacked my heart. You can't escape this... calamity either..."
Without turning his head, Yang Wuke grabbed Xiaoqing, leaped onto a horse parked outside the inn, and
propelled it forward, galloping towards the edge of town. Deep in
the Seven
Dense Forest, Yang Wuke could no longer hold on and fell to the ground with a "thud." Xiaoqing quickly dismounted and
helped Yang Wuke up.
A chilling sensation slowly crept from his limbs towards Yang Wuke's chest. Although Duan Bifu's palm strike hadn't injured
Yang Wuke, it had shattered the inner strength he had gathered. The poison from the rotting corpse was now uncontrollable and was
spreading through Yang Wuke's meridians. Yang Wuke knew his time was running out. He forced a smile at Xiaoqing and said,
"Don't worry about me, just go. Go as far away as possible. Alas, it's a pity I won't be able to take care of you anymore.
I'm really worried..."
Xiaoqing shook her head fiercely and said repeatedly,
"No, you'll be alright. You're lying to me. You don't want me to follow you."
Yang Wuke grinned, his teeth stained with blood. "I know I'm dying. Why would I lie to you
? Back then, I had a little sister just like you. I took her to pick flowers and catch butterflies... Ah,
this is good too. I'll see her again. But you..." A series of rapid coughs interrupted him.
Xiaoqing's tears streamed down her face. Her expression suddenly turned solemn, as if she had made up her mind. She said
softly ,
"Brother Yang, do you remember asking about my background? Actually, I should have told you long ago that I am
the daughter that Duan Bifu is my senior brother."
Yang Wuke said, "In the inn, I vaguely guessed it. To be honest, although I never trust those
so-called heroes, believing that many of them are charlatans, I never expected him to scheme against me. I
only became wary when I saw your expression change when he came in, thus avoiding the poison he put in my wine."
Xiaoqing waved her hand, stopping Yang Wuke from continuing, and then said:
"When I was six, I accidentally consumed a magical herb that my father had cultivated for decades. I thought he would
blame me, but he didn't show any reprimand..."
"I was so happy that my father loved me so much. But half a year ago, I overheard
a conversation , and I learned their true intentions. It turned out he did it on purpose. He said that the herb must be consumed by a virgin,
and when the person who consumed it turned eighteen, drinking the blood of that person would increase their power and make them immune to all poisons.
And I, I wasn't even my father's biological child; I was merely his tool."
"Later, Duan Bifu plotted against my father... He wanted to enjoy this delicacy all to himself. He pretended very well, treating
me very well, thinking I didn't know. I was waiting for an opportunity, and finally, two days before my eighteenth birthday,
I escaped."
"I didn't dare tell you the truth. I thought you would be like them, but now I know
there are , like you, who were so kind to me the first time you met me, even for me... Master Yang..."
"...You...you...have been poisoned by...Duan Bifu's...'Rotten Corpse Claw' poison. You must immediately engage in sexual intercourse
to neutralize the poison with the fluids of male and female union, only then can you save your life!! Great Hero Yang saved my life, I have no way
to repay you , even if it's just to eliminate injustice in the martial world and benefit the people...I beg you, Great Hero, to immediately unite with me...
!!"
At this moment, Yang Wuke circulated his inner energy, suppressing the poison in his dantian. He gazed at Xiaoqing:
he saw her naked, slender body, her small, exquisite breasts protruding, her lower body half-covered, timidly
calling out to Yang Wuke. What a graceful and beautiful woman! Long, slender legs, light steps, wearing a light blue
silk robe, a beautiful face, long hair draped over her shoulders, a light blue hairband exuding tenderness.
Yang Wuke's gaze was captivated by her beauty, and he pondered how to make his way in her. No sooner said
than done, without a second thought, he tightly embraced Xiaoqing! What a soft, fragrant body he held in his arms! Xiaoqing blushed
crimson , gave Yang Wuke a shy smile, and tenderly offered him her first kiss. Those warm, moist lips, that rich
saliva, that nimble tongue—Yang Wuke would never forget them!
Suddenly, her beautiful eyes snapped open, shooting out two burning flames. Then, swaying, she stood up,
slowly unbuttoning her clothes, and before Yang Wuke, stripped naked, revealing her curvaceous, translucent
body.
Seeing this delicate, alluring body, a surge of heat rose within him, making him unable to resist the temptation.
Thus, a naturally frail and pitiful young woman had become passionate, fiery, and alluring tonight,
truly surprising and delighting Yang Wuke…
Gazing at her two pools of autumn water, Yang Wuke was already aroused by lust, his eyes sparkling with desire, his passion boundless! After
a frenzied and unrestrained kiss, Yang Wuke pressed her down onto the bamboo couch, freely caressing her pure, smooth,
and delicate body. His hands and lips explored and searched her breasts and vulva with extreme boldness.
Xiaoqing's breasts were small yet firm, just the right size to hold in one hand, feeling exceptionally soft and delicate to the touch; her
rosy nipples stood proudly erect, feeling wonderfully elastic when bitten. And her lower abdomen, with its sparse pubic hair,
clearly revealed her labia majora and minora, which became even more shapely under Yang Wuke's touch and teasing; her pinkish-round clitoris
trembled, leaving Yang Wuke dumbfounded and utterly captivated—what a vibrant and fragrant forbidden paradise!
He casually switched on the oil lamp beside the bamboo couch, and a soft light immediately shone on Xiaoqing's body, allowing Yang
Wuke to see her alluring figure more clearly. Her face was flushed with spring passion, her smooth and beautiful shoulders, her swaying
breasts, her boneless waist, her fair and plump buttocks, her long and shapely legs, and of course, what attracted
Yang Wuke the most were her bright red and luscious labia!
At first, she only obediently leaned against Yang Wuke's chest, letting his fingers wander over her sensitive areas,
quietly enjoying his skillful and agile lips and tongue, excitedly teasing and licking Xiaoqing; and because of the continuous waves of
pleasure , she sometimes moaned and gasped, sometimes kicked her arms and legs, her cheeks flushed, her beautiful eyes closed, seemingly intoxicated by
extreme comfort and pleasure.
Suddenly, Yang Wuke noticed her quietly extending a soft hand, unfastening his belt and zipper. After
a moment's hesitation, she finally trembled as she slid her hand into his underwear. There, his penis was already
painfully erect, and upon her touch, it immediately became even thicker and larger. To make it easier for her to touch and admire, Yang Wuke simply
removed his clothes as well, raising his glans to receive her caresses.
Facing this symbol of masculinity for the first time, she shyly grasped it, and under Yang Wuke's guidance, slowly rubbed,
pulled, squeezed, teased, and pinched it, sometimes heavily, sometimes lightly, sometimes up and sometimes down, causing the jade stem to swell several inches, sending waves of tingling pleasure straight
to her head. Seeing Yang Wuke also breathing heavily with excitement, she was even more delighted and thrust even harder, almost causing him to ejaculate.
So, Yang Wuke quickly rolled over, pinning her beneath him, and began a passionate kiss as a
prelude …
Yang Wuke, holding his erect penis, aimed it at her beautiful vulva, first teasing and stimulating her rosy clitoris
, then whispered in her ear,
“Xiaoqing, I want it so bad! Can I go in?”
She nodded slightly and said, “Yes, I want it too! But be gentle, I’m afraid it will hurt a little!”
After adjusting his position, Yang Wuke thrust his long penis forcefully into her vagina. Perhaps because
she was still a virgin, “The flower path has never been swept for guests, the humble gate is now opened for you”! Therefore, the opening was narrow and shallow, preventing Yang
Wuke ’s large penis from reaching its full length; on the contrary, because Yang Wuke used too much force, she grimaced, her
buttocks kept retreating, and she kept crying out in pain. Seeing that she truly couldn't take it anymore, Yang Wuke had no
choice but to pull his penis out and softly comfort her, telling her to stop there.
Goodness, Xiaoqing! She actually reached out and grabbed Yang Wuke's penis, guiding it towards her lower abdomen, her eyes filled with tears, gesturing for him
to try again . Seeing that Yang Wuke still couldn't bear it, she grabbed a straw mat and placed it under her waist, then said,
"I know women are like this the first time. For you, I'm willing to endure the pain; now I'll raise my buttocks,
it should be easier for you to insert it, come on! Try it!"
She then used her fingers to pull apart her labia, urging Yang Wuke to insert his penis again. Yang Wuke understood her
intention , so he didn't rush in. He first stimulated her clitoris with his tongue, causing her to produce a large amount of vaginal fluid, and then, using
the lubrication of the fluid, he carefully entered.
This time, Yang Wuke dared not be rash, changing to "nine shallow, one deep," "slow in, quick out," and "light at first, then..."
Using methods such as "heavy" thrusting, coupled with her appropriate writhing movements, Yang Wuke managed to minimize the pain in her lower body.
When he broke through her hymen, Yang Wuke clearly felt a warm, sticky flow
enveloping —the virgin's first blood.
She groaned softly, a few tears sliding down her cheeks. Yang Wuke immediately stopped thrusting, embracing her convulsing
body and wiping away her tears with passionate kisses. After a long while, Yang Wuke resumed thrusting into her tight vagina,
gradually increasing the force. As the number of thrusts increased, her soft moans and cries began to rise rhythmically. Her
vagina was wet, hot, and tight; the pushing, pulling, and friction during intercourse brought Yang Wuke and her partner endless pleasure.
Although they changed positions several times to alleviate each other's fatigue, they were still drenched in sweat, but
the mutual affection, the unparalleled joy and comfort, had risen higher and higher, finally reaching its peak…
At that moment, Yang Wuke, like a madman, violently pounded his thick penis into her already overflowing vagina
(the bamboo bed and straw mat were stained red with her flowing fluids!). The sizzling sounds of their intercourse were incessant,
and her panting and moans were almost hoarse. Finally, a gush of hot vaginal fluid gushed out, hitting
Yang Wuke's glans. The tingling sensation reached its peak, and Yang Wuke could no longer restrain himself and ejaculated wildly…
They intertwined and embraced each other, as if they had become one, caressing each other's skin, simultaneously achieving
supreme satisfaction. Slowly waiting for the climax to subside, they realized that it was already bright outside and the rain had stopped. The morning birdsong, accompanied by
the fragrance of flowers, drifted into the room. They smiled at each other, cleaned up the remnants of their "fight," and then
held , determined to have a good night's sleep! As the poem goes:
"Spring slumber is unaware of dawn, everywhere the birds are singing; last night the wind and rain raged, how many flowers have fallen!"
Upon waking, they made love twice more. After the passion and experience of the early morning, she had tasted the exquisite pleasure of
sex , and thus her movements in response to Yang Wuke's thrusts became exceptionally coordinated. Her vagina,
more relaxed, became much smoother, and with the vibrations and rebounds of the bamboo bed, Yang Wuke's penis penetrated quite
smoothly, deeply piercing the end of her vagina. Not only did she roar with pleasure, but Yang Wuke also felt extremely comfortable.
Therefore, in the first round, Yang Wuke quickly lost control and ejaculated profusely!
Shortly after ejaculating, Yang Wuke withdrew his gradually softening penis, feeling truly unsatisfied, and lay down beside her, lost in thought
. The intelligent woman, truly understanding, noticed Yang Wuke's sudden silence and guessed
his thoughts and intentions. Sure enough, she rolled over and pressed herself against Yang Wuke, using her breasts to tease his face
and urging him to bite her nipples.
Then, she gently grasped his penis with both hands, slowly kneading and pulling it, her soft breasts
tightly enveloping the already erect "flesh drill," rubbing it, rubbing it, squeezing it! Finally, she simply opened her mouth and took it in!
No woman other than Xiaoqing could handle Yang Wuke like this—she instantly aroused his droopy penis
, making it straight and strong.
So Xiaoqing got up, aimed her vulva at the muzzle, and sat down gracefully, launching another round of attack.
This time, Yang Wuke was mentally prepared. He tossed and turned, engaging in fierce, passionate, and lingering battles nearly a thousand times,
changing positions more than ten times, rolling from the bed to the floor, thrusting until she was drenched in sweat, experiencing wave after wave of orgasms, the sound of his waves deafening, his fluids flowing
like a river, until she was almost unconscious before he released his semen and ejaculated into her womb…!
Suddenly, Yang Wuke fainted!
*** *** *** ***
The pitch-black room, the icy surroundings, made him shiver uncontrollably, stumbling around but bumping into nothing. Suddenly,
a ray of sunlight shone in, slowly spreading outwards like ripples on water, illuminating
the entire world. In the warm atmosphere, Yang Wuke gradually felt the cold vanish instantly, a
comfortable feeling spreading throughout his body, unwilling to resist.
That all-too-familiar face reappeared, tears welling up, yet smiling. Yang Wuke opened his eyes,
and slowly , that face overlapped with Xiaoqing's, who was in tears. Seeing that Yang Wuke's poison had dissipated
, she finally smiled. A pungent, metallic taste rose in his throat, and Yang Wuke noticed Xiaoqing's swollen
face. He looked at her questioningly, but Xiaoqing suddenly went limp and collapsed against Yang Wuke's chest.
Although the poison from the rotting corpse had been neutralized, the paralysis hadn't completely disappeared. Yang Wuke was helpless and could only lie stiffly.
"I never imagined that besides my master, there would be anyone in this world who would treat Yang Wuke so well!" Two lines of hot tears slid down Yang
Wuke's temples.
The forest was quiet, everything seemed still, only the spring of life flowed. In an instant, a thousand
thoughts rushed into Yang Wuke's mind, and with a "whoosh," they all vanished. Yang Wuke's
mind was clear, as if in a flash of lightning, he felt sunlight filling his mind, driving away all
the darkness in every corner. In a "whoosh," it felt as if a thousand pores opened up at once, simultaneously absorbing the warm sunlight shining on
the earth .
Xiao Qing lay softly between Yang Wuke's legs, listening to him sing her a few of her favorite folk songs. When she sang "
Autumn Cicada," she began to sing along with the chords. Xiaoqing's clear and sweet voice perfectly interpreted the song
, and Yang Wuke was captivated by her moving voice. After the song ended, she was already in tears. Yang Wuke laughed at
her for being too passionate, no wonder she cried out so loudly during sex. She lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes
revealed a strange emotion, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. After Yang Wuke's repeated probing, she
remained silent, only holding Yang Wuke's penis and stroking it. Yang Wuke did not press her further.
For several nights in a row, Xiaoqing stayed at Yang Wuke's house. She told Yang Wuke that she wanted to have some
fun .
Finally, Yang Wuke recovered from his illness and took her around. Over the past two days, Xiaoqing clearly remembered that Yang Wuke
stayed by her side, as if he had become a different person. He bought her many things to eat and
many toys to make her happy. But Xiaoqing also noticed that Yang Wuke occasionally frowned slightly. She asked him
what was troubling him, and Yang Wuke smiled and said that he was making a decision. He also said that when a person is truly
invincible the feeling is so tiring and lonely.
And at night, naturally, it was "a pear tree in full bloom overshadowing a crabapple tree," "clouds and rain over Wushan, heartbroken," "a bluebird
searching for food to explore," "spring filling the peach blossom paradise, a gentle land." They
chased , tumbled and entangled in the clear lake water, kissed and caressed on the wet lawn, and finally, under the warm blankets...
Yang Wuke once again inserted his thick penis into her soft, slippery vagina, thrusting in and out, waves of tingling pleasure driving them
to orgasm, reaching the pinnacle of unparalleled bliss… Every time, they loved each other in this way, their
spirits and bodies perfectly in sync, a feeling of “telepathic understanding” that outsiders could never comprehend.
No wonder Yang Wuke was so deeply in love with Xiaoqing, “love so deep it knows no regrets!”
One of the most memorable times for Yang Wuke was when they went to the mountains. The scenery there was beautiful, the people
were kind and simple, and they had a wonderful time hiking and swimming. In the evening, she suggested going to the famous
hot , and Yang Wuke readily agreed. They found a small inn, and the landlady led them through a long
corridor, past a quiet little garden, before entering a very clean room. She carefully told Yang
Wuke some things to be careful about...
After seeing their master off, we exchanged a smile; Yang Wuke immediately hugged Xiaoqing tightly, his greedy mouth
launching an attack on her. She obediently allowed Yang Wuke to kiss and caress her, her eyes brimming with laughter.
When Yang Wuke tore open her top and bit her tender nipple, she suddenly changed color and forcefully pushed
Yang Wuke away; Yang Wuke was bewildered by this, and she laughed again. After a while, she told Yang Wuke
to take off his clothes in, saying that she would serve Yang Wuke in his bath, like a concubine serving an emperor. The small inn was very simple,
with a large wooden tub, a long bench beside it, a bamboo tube on the wall, and a cork stopper.
Xiaoqing had already filled the tub with hot spring water, and, naked, squatted on the ground to welcome Yang Wuke's arrival. Yang
Wuke was somewhat flattered and, following her instructions, sat in the bathtub. She carefully scooped up hot spring water with a ladle
to rinse him. After wetting his body, she ordered him to lie back on a bench (she had already laid out a towel),
and began to rub and wash him with her breasts,
moving to his genitals. The soft, slippery nipples pushed Yang Wuke's penis, causing it to become erect immediately. She laughed with pleasure
and then used her hands to serve him, licking between the glans and foreskin with her mouth, and then carefully
manipulating it . Yang Wuke slowly closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying this unique pleasure, and unknowingly fell asleep. In
his hazy state, Yang Wuke felt his penis being tightly wrapped by a warm, soft, slippery object, which was occasionally
moving up and down. Yang Wuke opened his eyes and saw that Xiaoqing was sitting on his stomach, her back to him,
servicing him with her vagina. This was a rather unique sex position. Yang Wuke could get ample rest while maintaining
his excitement . She could also control the force of their genital contact, adjusting to achieve the optimal friction and sensation, allowing Yang Wuke
to enjoy an incredibly pleasurable pleasure.
Xiaoqing was working very hard, her smooth back glistening with sweat. Watching her heaving
shoulders and flowing hair, Yang Wuke pitifully reached out to support her waist, intending to lend her a helping hand.
She noticed Yang Wuke had woken up, giggled, and turned to ask him, "Great hero... Hey! You
're awake ... Oh!?... Is this... comfortable...?"
"Very good!... I like it!... But... please... don't... overdo it!..."
"I don't feel tired at all! And doing this... feels so good! Hmm! Hmm!"
"Just now... you... called me... husband! You... promised to... marry me...?"
"What we... did... wasn't it all... things between husband and wife... in the bedroom... Of course...
I should call you... husband... Besides... besides, my mother-in-law... thinks...
oh! uh! hmm! harder! good!... thinks... hey!... we're... husband and wife!"
"...Hey! Oh!...Mmm!...Oh! Oh! Deeper!...Ah!...Use...force!"
In their extreme excitement, they were breathless, especially her, who
would let out earth-shattering screams as her vagina contracted and expanded, her "campus lady" image completely shattered; she was more like
a long-deprived "sexually aroused woman," reveling in the thrusting and throbbing of her man's magnificent, long jade stem within her sensitive, moist vulva
! I grasped Xiaoqing's breasts, gently kneading her nipples. The two
red beans, erect in passion, felt firm and adorable between my fingers. As Xiaoqing writhed, her small,
pink breasts slid continuously in Yang Wuke's palm, allowing him to fully enjoy a soft and delicate touch.
Suddenly, it seemed Yang Wuke had gripped her too tightly. She nervously reached out her soft hand to grasp his and
pulled him down. Yang Wuke then touched her genitals, her
wet, hot labia entwined with his penis. He explored upwards from their point of contact, scratching her clitoris, swollen, smooth, and moist
, accompanied by a series of soft, wet "plop" sounds. The intense friction between their bodies aroused Yang Wuke's
excitement. He sat up, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and positioned her against him so she could rotate and swallow his
penis.
At this moment, Xiaoqing, while vigorously stroking herself, turned around to face Yang Wuke, straddling him. To
achieve the best angle, she maintained a 25-degree angle with him, her hands resting on his shoulders, allowing him
a clear view of her breasts; even a slight tilt of her head would easily reveal their
"passionate intersection." Like a fleshy ball with seams tightly enveloping a thick sausage, Yang Wuke found
it increasingly difficult to control his ejaculation. Finally, with a series of long moans, Yang Wuke reached his climax…
Yang Wuke held Xiaoqing tightly, matching her movements, thrusting wildly and releasing streams of hot semen
deep into Xiaoqing's womb. She also reached her climax almost simultaneously, collapsing against Yang Wuke
's chest amidst soft cries…
Yang Wuke picked up Xiaoqing's weak, sweat-drenched body and gently placed her in the wooden basin. While she was
half-asleep , he washed away the traces of her labor and took the opportunity to admire her beautiful body. At this moment, she resembled
a goddess in a painting, languidly floating in the swirling mist. Yang Wuke enjoyed pouring ladles of spring water over her breasts,
watching the glistening droplets slide from her nipples, run down her beautiful navel, flow over her flat stomach, and finally moisten her
glossy pubic hair before trickling down her alluring lips and into a basin. Yang Wuke never tired of this, occasionally reaching out to
caress this path, exploring the girl's innocence and tenderness. Also worth mentioning is her pair of long, full, and
shapely legs, enough to make any woman envious, smooth, full, and alluringly curved.
Especially the mysterious triangle between her legs, which was what made Yang Wuke blush, his heart race, and his mind wander.
Her fair, rosy skin and flawless curves created a scene of idyllic beauty. A small tuft of sparse, curly
pubic hair seemed to sway in the spring breeze; and her vibrant, luscious pubic hair was breathtakingly beautiful, its slightly parted petals
seeming to speak yet shyly, captivating Yang Wuke! The cave was soft, slippery, and warm, filled with boundless springtime allure. Yang Wuke's penis
moved within, and the comfort, pleasure, joy, and delight he felt could only be truly understood through personal experience
…!
Like a lotus emerging from the water in mythology, Xiaoqing seemed to ascend to heaven, blossoming with a
sensuality 's breath away. Yang Wuke stood there, mesmerized, gazing at her jade-like body. In the swirling mist, her
breasts appeared particularly alluring, the rosy nipples pulsating slightly, possessing a hazy beauty. Amidst the sparse pubic hair
, a glimpse of spring appeared—her alluring peach blossom cave entrance, subtly revealing endless springtime passion. When she stood
before Yang Wuke, he impulsively embraced her again. They passionately and intensely caressed each other,
focusing on their sensitive areas. Soon,
they were lying on the bamboo couch in a "69" position, licking each other's genitals. The sounds
of sucking and panting filled the air, a resonance of body and soul. They both experienced the pleasure and joy of sex. If it weren't for
the urgent knocking at the door by the old woman, Yang Wuke might have ejaculated again!
After dinner, Yang Wuke led her for a walk down the mountain, where they enjoyed several servings of wild game. Yang Wuke told
Xiaoqing that these things were very nutritious, and that eating too much made him want to make love again! Her cheeks flushed red, and she playfully scolded Yang
Wuke , pinching him hard. Taking advantage of the situation, Yang Wuke pressed her against the wall,
kissing and caressing her wantonly, ignoring the stares of passersby, until she forcefully pushed him away… That night, Yang
Wuke and Xiaoqing made love repeatedly, their bodies intertwined, yet they felt no fatigue.
Several passionate climaxes followed, but Yang Wuke held back, refusing to ejaculate easily. Xiaoqing was even more wild and energetic
, their movements perfectly synchronized. Finally, she climaxed four times, completely collapsing into Yang Wuke's arms,
before he reluctantly released her labia…
Yang Wuke remembered that night; they had dreamt of the future, weaving beautiful dreams of building their own love nest, as if
everything was exactly as he had imagined and hoped. He had finally found his “true love”!
On the way home, she became silent, staring blankly ahead. Yang Wuke repeatedly asked her questions,
but she seemed not to hear. Just as they were approaching her house, she suddenly bent down, forcefully pulled open Yang Wuke's pants,
and then took his penis into her mouth, biting it frantically. Yang Wuke quickly dragged her to a secluded spot,
watching her head rise and fall in astonishment. She ignored his questions, continuing to swallow and exhale. Yang Wuke
soon reached a state of blissful ecstasy, only able to gasp for breath, and could only wait for his ejaculation to finish…
Xiaoqing burst into tears, looking down at Yang Wuke. His gaze began to unfocus, his consciousness gradually
fading. Xiaoqing gently drew the black curved sword from Yang Wuke's waist, rolled up her sleeve, and the blade sliced across his snow-white
arm .
A stream of blood flowed out, like a vibrant red flower blooming on white silk. Xiaoqing straightened her arm,
letting the blood drip into the wound on Yang Wuke's shoulder, then pried open his teeth, continuously
pouring into his mouth.
Yang Wuke finally grasped the true meaning of the "Illuminating Blade Technique"!
Eight
Peaks Manor, September 16th.
In the arena, Yang Wuke and Hua Duiying were locked in combat. Amidst the flashing blades and the constant back-and-forth of Yang Wuke, it seemed as if hundreds of
people were moving about, making it impossible to distinguish who was Hua Duiying and who was Yang Wuke.
Hua Duiying was not disappointed; Yang Wuke arrived at 3:45 AM. He declined Hua Duiying's offer to postpone
the duel , rested briefly, and then drew his fearsome Black Beauty Curved Blade.
Outside the arena, under a willow tree, stood the carriage Yang Wuke had arrived in. The curtain was drawn back, revealing a pretty face—
it was Xiaoqing.
Xiaoqing's beautiful eyes gazed at the arena, her mind churning with thoughts. Heaven had finally opened its eyes, allowing Yang Wuke to recover
in time !
"After the duel, would you like to return with me to our hometown beyond the Great Wall?"
Yang Wuke asked her in the carriage. She had long considered herself his, just waiting for these
words . She said nothing, only blushing and nodding. Yang Wuke grasped her hand:
"I'll take you to see the heavy snow. Only after you've seen it will you understand what the real North is, and only then will you
truly love it."
A sweet feeling welled up in Xiaoqing's heart. She didn't know why, but her eyes were slightly moist
. Suddenly, a crisp sound startled her. She looked up and saw a black light shoot straight into the sky, then plummet
down , disappearing deep into the earth.
Silence fell over the arena. Yang Wuke and Hua Duiying stood quietly, about ten feet apart. Hua Duiying's Nine-Turn Throat-Sealing
Sword gleamed coldly in the sunlight, while Yang Wuke's hands were empty. The Black Beauty had already perished beneath the Zhengfeng Manor,
leaving only a narrow line on the ground.
"I lost,"
Yang Wuke murmured, turning and walking towards the edge of the arena. Reaching the carriage, Xiaoqing saw that Yang Wuke's expression was relaxed,
as if he had just unloaded a heavy burden.
Chu Guanxiong, the master of Zhengfeng Manor, stepped forward to congratulate Hua Duiying, but Hua Duiying
remained silent, staring blankly at the crack in the ground.
"Hero Hua has always wanted to compete with Hero Yang. Now that you've won, why are you so sullen?"
Chu Guanxiong asked.
Hua Duiying slowly shook his head, watching Yang Wuke's carriage gradually disappear, his face full of admiration.
"He didn't lose; I lost."
Seeing Chu Guanxiong's puzzled expression, Hua Duiying continued:
"The final move of the 'Heart-Stealing Sword Technique,' 'Who Else But Me,' was uncontrollable even by myself. It's said that this move
is too lethal, harming the user rather than the attacker. Hero Yang waited until I finished the 'Heart-Stealing Sword Technique,' and managed to let
both of us escape unscathed. Alas, I am far inferior. He is truly clever, using this method to
bid farewell to the endless battles of the martial world."
The crack in the ground was bottomless, like a deep, resentful eye gazing at the heavens. In a small tavern in a key town in
the Nine
Passes Border, Yang Wuke and Xiao Qing sat close together. "Tomorrow, we can
go home !"
Yang Wuke said.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and a dozen men rushed in. The burly man with squinty eyes at the head of the group shouted,
"Hey, where's that loser bastard? I'm here to catch up with you!"
He then burst into laughter. The others echoed his words, the laughter shaking the dust from the rafters.
Yang Wuke recognized them as figures from the underworld, who had once hidden from him in fear. He never expected that
upon hearing of his defeat in the duel, they would swagger out to his door. He smiled—it's not that
I don't understand, the world changes fast!
The weapons gleamed, and insults poured forth. Yang Wuke remained unmoved,
merely to Xiaoqing,
"Qing'er, the sun has risen, let's be on our way."
With that, he pulled Xiaoqing to her feet and strode out.
Weapons rained down on Yang Wuke and Xiaoqing, but Yang Wuke used some kind of movement technique,
weaving through the crowd without being hit. The burly man with the shrewd eyes tried to shout for them to give chase, but suddenly felt a surge of
heat seep into his body through every pore, coursing through his veins and sealing his
pressure points wherever it went. He tried to struggle, but the warmth flowing through him was so incredibly soothing and comforting,
as if a young girl were embracing him. Every muscle in his body trembled with excitement, making it impossible to resist.
The snow-white wall suddenly turned blood red.
"Don't grab, don't grab, one at a time, I'll give each of you a piece."
Xiaoqing stood in the courtyard, distributing freshly made sweet cakes, surrounded by the neighbor's children. She smiled;
the fear and confusion of the past were gone, replaced by charm and a captivating radiance.
Yang Wuke looked at Xiaoqing and the children under the plum blossoms, and smiled too, a smile of happiness and peace. That nightmare
was gone forever; Yang Wuke now faced every beautiful day and night.
The warm April sun shone on Yang Wuke's face, and he thought of his master again.
"Moonlight may illuminate every corner, but it is ultimately cold; how can it compare to sunlight?
Only when sunlight shines upon the earth will all life willingly accept it, resolutely entering its
embrace. The 'Illuminating Blade Technique' is the same; only when the heart is filled with love can it reach its perfect limit."
[The End]
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