Huang Rong's Clever Battle at Jiaxing Iron Spear Temple

After bidding farewell to Hong Qigong at the foot of Iron Palm Peak, Guo Jing and Huang Rong, consumed by their passionate love, decided to retreat to Peach Blossom Island
to escape the martial world.
They soon arrived at the shores of the East China Sea. Overjoyed, they sailed across the sea to the island, only to discover
the bodies of the other five of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, excluding Ke Zhen'e and Nan Xiren. Nan Xiren had left behind a fragmented ten-character last message,
leading to much speculation and debate between the two. Finally, Guo Jing, no longer glancing at Huang Rong, rushed to the shore, drew his dagger, cut the mooring rope
, raised the anchor, hoisted the sail, and left Peach Blossom Island.
Huang Rong stared blankly at the sea, watching the sailboat drift westward with the wind. At first, she hoped he would change his mind and turn back to
fetch her, but as the sail grew smaller and smaller, her heart grew colder and more bitter. Finally, the sailboat
disappeared into the horizon. Suddenly, she realized she was all alone on the island. She would never see her beloved Guo Jing again, and
she didn't know if her father would ever return. The days ahead seemed endless; was she destined to stand on the shore like this forever
? She decided to take another small boat and follow Guo Jing away from Peach Blossom Island.
Several days later, the sailboat reached the shore. Guo Jing, filled with hatred for everything on Peach Blossom Island, raised the anchor and punched a large hole in the hull.
Watching the sailboat slowly tilt and sink to the bottom of the sea, he felt a profound sense of loss. He didn't look back, bought a
dwarf horse , and slowly headed towards Jiaxing.
The Drunken Immortal Pavilion was located on the shore of South Lake. This restaurant had been deeply imprinted in his mind for over ten years. On this day, in the misty rain of Jiangnan, he
finally arrived in Jiaxing and saw it with his own eyes. He saw flying eaves and magnificent buildings; it was indeed a fine Wu-Chu pavilion. Turning his head,
he saw a thin beggar boy curled up under the stage across the street, sheltering from the light rain. He vaguely recognized him as Huang Rong from
Zhangjiakou .
Guo Jing's heart pounded, but then he remembered Rong'er was still on Peach Blossom Island, and thinking of his tragically deceased masters,
a wave of sorrow washed over him. Without looking back, he rushed upstairs.
A waiter greeted him, saying, "Sir, please have your drinks downstairs. The upstairs room is booked today.
" Guo Jing was about to reply when he heard someone call out, "Jing'er, you've come!"
He looked up and saw a Taoist priest sitting upright, drinking. His long beard reached his chest, and his face was ruddy. It was none other than Qiu Chuji, the Master of Changchun.
Guo Jing rushed forward, knelt down, and uttered only one sentence: "Master Qiu!" His voice was already choked with emotion.
Qiu Chuji reached out to help him up and said, "You arrived a day early, that's good!" He laughed heartily. But then he saw Guo Jing
suddenly burst into tears. He asked in surprise, "Why are you so sad?"
Guo Jing stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and cried, "I... my six masters are all gone."
Qiu Chuji was shocked and demanded, "What?!" Guo Jing cried, "Besides Master, the other six... are all
gone!" These two sentences struck Qiu Chuji like a thunderbolt, leaving him speechless for a long time.
Just as Guo Jing and Qiu Chuji were weeping and wailing in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, Huang Rong, who was nestled by the stage across the street,
unexpectedly heard a familiar voice. The voice grew closer, and it was Wanyan Honglie, Yang Kang, Ouyang
Feng, Qiu Qianren, and others.
Ouyang Feng said to Wanyan Honglie, "Zhou Botong's martial arts are so high that even I can't defeat him. Your Highness used
a little trick to trap him to death in the Misty Rain Pavilion. This is truly a brilliant strategy..." Wanyan Honglie chuckled, "This must have
been hard work for Hou Tonghai."
As Wanyan Honglie and the others walked further and further away, Huang Rong's suspicions deepened. First, Zhou Botong was trapped and died in the Misty Rain Pavilion
. This old rascal had lived on Peach Blossom Island for twenty years, practically growing up alongside her . His
innocent and carefree nature, combined with Huang Rong's mischievous and clever nature, made them a perfect match. As Huang Rong grew older, their relationship became increasingly complicated
. And Hou Tonghai—wasn't he the one whose throat she'd slit at the Zhao Prince's Mansion in Beijing
? How could he be at the Misty Rain Pavilion in Jiaxing?
Remembering that Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, and Wanyan Honglie of the Jin Kingdom were nearby, Huang Rong realized this was a serious matter. She
quickly decided to warn Guo Jing first.
Huang Rong stood up and, just as she reached the Drunken Immortal Pavilion across the street, suddenly felt a strong gust of wind. Guo Jing's "Regretful Dragon" move
was incredibly powerful, aimed at a man in green. The man in green slightly shifted his body, deflecting the attack with his left hand, his
expression elegant—it was none other than Huang Yaoshi, the master of Peach Blossom Island. With a few cracking sounds, Guo Jing
lost his momentum and passed through the latticed window, landing at the street corner.
He cursed Huang Yaoshi twice, then, using his strength, leaped up, a gray shadow flashing as he tried to rush into the building again.
Next a green shadow flashed, and Qiu Chuji, wielding his long sword, charged at Huang Yaoshi alongside Guo Jing.
The street was bustling with people; hearing of the fight in the tavern, they all rushed to watch. Suddenly, someone else leaped out of the window
, their weapon flashing white. A shout rang out, and the crowd shoved and pushed, several people falling.
Huang Rong had intended to rush back to the tavern to warn them, but seeing her fiancé viciously cursing her father and fighting desperately,
she felt disheartened. She thought, "Since Brother Jing can't beat Father anyway, and Father won't kill him, it's more important
to save Zhou Botong." Looking around, she saw a small boat carrying bamboo baskets heading towards the Misty
Rain Pavilion on the islet in the middle of the lake. She immediately ran down from the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, grabbed the boat, and rowed away.
After a difficult journey, she finally reached the island. Huang Rong looked around, assessing the situation, took three deep breaths
, and listened intently, but heard no sound from the Misty Rain Pavilion.
Remembering Ouyang Feng's words that "Old Urchin was tricked by Wanyan Honglie," she feared he was in trouble. Anxious,
she tiptoed into the Misty Rain Pavilion. Finding no one downstairs, she rushed up the stairs. There, at the window, were two figures facing each other,
motionless—it was none other than Old Urchin Zhou Botong, who was inexplicably squatting in a horse stance, and her old acquaintance, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon
Hou Tonghai .
Seeing this, Huang Rong felt relieved and called out, "Old Urchin, I'm here! Why don't you stand up?"
Zhou Botong heard her but didn't respond.
Seeing this, and recalling the conversation between Wanyan Honglie and Ouyang Feng, Huang Rong knew that they must be wary of Zhou Botong's
martial arts prowess, and had provoked him by challenging the three-headed dragon to a horse stance contest, with the first to move losing.
Hou Tonghai's martial arts were far inferior to Zhou Botong's, but this method would firmly restrain him,
allowing others to focus on the Quanzhen Sect.
Zhou Botong, who enjoyed playing with others and was naive, easily fell for the trick. Although Huang Rong's sudden appearance surprised him
, he remained firmly in his horse stance, not daring to move even a little finger. He called Hou Tonghai several times
, but Hou Tonghai, as if afraid of losing the contest, did not respond.
Huang Rong carefully examined Hou Tonghai and noticed a deep scar on his neck that ran all the way to his ear. She couldn't help but
sigh , thinking: Could it be that he fought that three-headed dragon at the Zhao Prince's mansion that day… The more times they made love, the lighter their blows became?
"That's it? This man has already died once at my hands, so I won't kill him a second time today..."
However, Huang Rong only knew one side of the story. Back at the Zhao Prince's mansion, she hadn't held back, but Hou Tonghai
not only had abnormal deformities in his head and groin, but even his acupoints and trachea were malformed. Thus, with
the same stab, Peng Lianhu, Sha Tongtian, and Liang Ziweng all died, but this three-headed dragon survived by sheer luck.
Huang Rong laughed and said, "If you two keep fighting like this, squatting for several more hours, you might not be able to determine a winner.
What's the point? How about this, I'll be the witness. I'll tickle your waist acupoints at the same time,
with the same . Whoever laughs out loud first loses.
" Zhou Botong was already quite impatient in his horse stance, and hearing Huang Rong's suggestion, he was very pleased, but dared not express his approval.
Without a word, Huang Rong walked between the two men, squatted down, placed the Dog-Beating Stick on the ground, stretched out her arms, and pointed
her index fingers at their waist acupoints.
However, before her fingers even reached them, a long string of water droplets hit Zhou Botong and Hou Tonghai. It turned out that from the Drunken Immortal Pavilion
to this island in the middle of the lake, a light rain had fallen all the way, and their beggar's clothes were already soaked through.
Originally worried about Zhou Botong, Huang Rong didn't feel cold, but then a gust of wind blew in through the window, making
her shiver. She couldn't help but say, "You two squat for a while longer, I'll change into some dry clothes."
She took off her small hat, first changing into a long skirt, which was easy. Huang Rong put the long skirt over her beggar's clothes, tied it up,
and then changed out of the trousers underneath, so there was no exposure at all. After undressing, she furrowed her brow
, slipped her hand under her skirt, and twisted her hips to pull out a pair of soaking wet underwear. Zhou Botong and Hou
Tonghai though still unable to move, found their breathing deepened.
The next step, the upper garment, was less tricky. Huang Rong turned and removed her beggar's outer garment and
the wet undergarment clinging to her body, revealing her delicate shoulders and fair, smooth back. Then, she raised her lotus-root-like
arms, slipping them through the white undergarment. With each turn, her full breasts were faintly visible. At this moment, Zhou Botong and
Hou Tonghai's breathing became heavy; Huang Rong could even hear their heartbeats quickening.
Reaching out, she removed the hairpin from her hair, and her long, black, shiny hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Huang Rong
glanced coquettishly at Zhou Botong and Hou Tonghai with her large, watery eyes, then gracefully walked over and pressed her hands on their
waist acupoints once more.
Knowing that Zhou Botong's internal strength far surpassed that of the outwardly strong but inwardly weak Three-Headed Flood Dragon, she didn't use any
tricks indeed applied equal force, but strangely enough, while Zhou Botong didn't move, Hou Tonghai seemed completely oblivious, paying no attention whatsoever.
Huang Rong secretly marveled, thinking: "This Three-Headed Flood Dragon's acupoint-closing skills are truly remarkable. I saw him hold his breath
in the snow Perhaps his sect's martial arts specialize in closing acupoints. If someone said that, I
would have laughed uncontrollably." However, she then thought, "If he really specializes in closing acupoints, why wouldn't he practice those vital points
…? Twenty or so thrusts and he'd be defeated, hmph…"
Thinking of this, Huang Rong's cheeks flushed red, and she began tickling Zhou and Hou even more vigorously.
Zhou Botong channeled his inner strength to resist the force of the finger strike, but the Xiaoyao acupoint, located at the end of the ribcage, was soft and
difficult to manipulate. He could only borrow the force to deflect it, and fearing that moving his body would cause him to lose the bet, he endured the pain until he was covered in sweat. In contrast,
Hou Tonghai remained calm and composed, his nonchalant demeanor surprising Huang Rong. She bent down
and increased the pressure on her hand.
After a while, Huang Rong, having failed to achieve her goal, looked up, about to criticize Zhou Botong and Hou Tonghai, when she noticed their
eyes darting downwards. Although they were staring blankly, trying to suppress their itching, they were staring intently at her chest, their eyes filled with lust.
Looking down, she realized that the evening breeze from the window, combined with her thin silk robe
, had caused it to open naturally. She had also taken off her wet undergarment and wasn't putting it back on, revealing glimpses of her
full breasts and the deep cleavage between them. Feeling
both annoyed and amused, Huang Rong couldn't help but scold Zhou and Hou in a coquettish voice: "What are you looking at?"
However, not really minding it, Huang Rong casually tugged at her collar, trying to cover herself. Halfway through,
she noticed two high tents bulging in Zhou and Hou's crotches and couldn't help but say coquettishly: "
Aren't having a competition? Then be serious! Haven't you seen enough after watching for so long?"
Huang Rong was naturally inclined to help Zhou Botong win, but she had been teasing them for so long without success.
Seeing those bulging crotches and remembering Hou Tonghai's premature ejaculation at the Zhao Prince's mansion, she
suddenly had an idea. Seeing the infatuated expressions on their faces, she thought she might as well do a good deed.
Huang Rong lightly bit her lip, gathering her hair that had been draped over her shoulders back into a bun. Her eyes sparkled, and she said
in a coquettish voice , "I've been itching for ages, but you two are so skilled, I can't decide
who's better. Well then, I think I'll try a different method. I... I'll help you. Whoever moves first, or ejaculates first, loses
."
She reached out and rubbed their groins, giggling, "You two aren't young anymore, yet you can still get this hard.
Amazing ..." After saying such lewd things, her jade-like cheeks flushed crimson, and she felt quite embarrassed.
But then she thought, these two are old acquaintances she knows well, so Huang Rong didn't hesitate any longer. She knelt down and
used to undo Zhou and Hou's belts, pulling down their trousers.
With each pull, Huang Rong's pretty face turned even redder. As the trousers fell down, Hou Tonghai's
deformed and Zhou Botong's over six-inch-long, rather large penis sprang
out simultaneously with a "whoosh. "
Stealing a glance at their eyes, still dazed and confused, half-open and half-closed, Huang Rong felt much bolder.
She reached out and grabbed Zhou Botong and Hou Tonghai's erect penises, beginning to slowly stroke them.
Their penises, caressed by Huang Rong's soft hands, both felt a jolt in their hearts, the pleasure from their lower bodies
almost overwhelming them. Before them stood a beautiful young woman, half-naked, with smooth, white skin
, a curvaceous figure, and barely concealed peach-like breasts. The sight made Zhou and Hou's penises throb with veins
, their glans engorged and glistening. They both took a deep breath, barely managing to suppress their urges, continuing to enjoy this sudden,
gentle service.
Huang Rong teased them for a while, and glistening droplets of water began to emerge from the urethral openings of Zhou Botong and Hou Tonghai's penises one after another
. However, despite their persistent efforts, they made no progress.
Suddenly, she stopped, her face flushed, and said in a sweet voice, "How long are you two going to hold out? My
hands are getting sore."
After a moment's thought, Huang Rong straightened her upper body, pulled her silk robe aside, revealing her pair of
snow-white, delicate breasts. She cupped her full, tender breasts in her small hands, and used her erect, bright red
nipples to wipe away the glistening droplets from the glans of Zhou and Hou's penises.
The touch of her nipples caused Zhou Botong and Hou Tonghai's penises to tremble with excitement, but due to the bet,
neither spoke, much to Huang Rong's frustration.
She stood up and shoved her nipple, still wet with Zhou Botong's urethral discharge, into Hou Tonghai's nostril.
After a few thrusts, she shoved her nipple, still wet with Hou Tonghai's urethral discharge, into Zhou Botong's nostril... Seeing the two men, though
they dared not move, their eyes filled with terror, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.
After laughing, she squatted down and played with it for a while longer. Huang Rong stopped again, shook her hands, blushed
, and gave a "humph." She brought her mouth close to Zhou Botong's glans, but then quickly pulled away, saying coquettishly, "Old
rascal, yours smells so strong..." Then she glanced quickly at Hou Tonghai's deformed penis and said to
herself One uses their hands, the other their mouth. Ten thrusts make a round. You two can decide who wins and who loses
!"
As soon as Huang Rong finished speaking, as if she had made a great decision, she narrowed her eyes and took Zhou Botong's glans into her mouth.
With a delicate, pouty look, Huang Rong glanced sideways at Hou Tonghai before starting to stroke his penis with one hand, while her small mouth began to suck on
the old man's large glans. After a dozen or so times, Huang Rong turned to the side, switching hands and
mouths, now stroking Zhou Botong with one hand while sucking on Hou Tonghai's strangely shaped glans.
Huang Rong favored the old man, her cherry lips completely enveloping the glans when she was sucking on Hou Tonghai's penis,
licking it with her nimble little tongue, occasionally pushing the tip of her tongue into the urethral opening. When it was
Zhou in the blink of an eye, they had switched positions more than ten times.
Although she was only helping the motionless Zhou and Hou, a thrill still spread through Huang Rong's mind.
A fine layer of sweat appeared on her beautiful face, and she couldn't help but twist her slender waist, squeezing her two plump buttocks
tightly. With each breath, her firm, high breasts bounced rhythmically
.
Then it was Zhou Botong's turn to be served by Huang Rong's small mouth. Despite her favoritism, the Old Urchin could no longer
restrain himself. He bent down slightly, reached out his withered, dark hands, and grasped the trembling breasts, caressing them. Then, with
a thrust of his hips, his penis throbbed, and suddenly, with a low growl, he lost control, his thick, yellowish semen gushing out.
With the glans pressing against her mouth, Huang Rong couldn't spit it out in time, her mouth filled with it, and she had to swallow it.
After spitting out Zhou Botong's glans, Huang Rong smacked her lips, frowned slightly, and said: "Old Urchin, even with my
bias, you still lost..."
Hearing Huang Rong say this, Zhou Botong replied guiltily: "Such a beautiful young lady doing this to me...
...This... how can this old man bear it?"
Huang Rong scoffed at Zhou Botong, straightened up, and said to Hou Tonghai, "Since you've won,
I won't take your life anymore. Go, go!" However, Hou Tonghai ignored her completely, remaining motionless
in horse stance.
Huang Rong reached out and pushed his shoulder, scolding, "Who's going to look at your stupid face? Are you courting death?"
With this gentle push, Hou Tonghai's short, stocky body fell to the ground, still in his horse
stance, like a clay or wooden statue. This startled both Zhou Botong and Huang Rong.
Huang Rong thought to herself, "Could it be that this three-headed dragon, after using so much force to close its acupoints and then its essence, actually killed itself?"
Looking into his eyes, she reached out to check his breath; he was breathing normally. In a flash, she felt both amused and
annoyed, and said to Zhou Botong, "Old rascal, you've been tricked and don't even realize it! What a fool!"
Zhou Botong's eyes widened, and he angrily asked, "What?" Huang Rong laughed, "Release his pressure points first."
Zhou Botong was taken aback. He bent down and touched Hou Tonghai's body a few times, patting him, and discovered that all eight of his major pressure points had
been sealed. He jumped up, shouting, "That doesn't count! That doesn't count!"
Huang Rong asked, "What doesn't count?"
Zhou Botong said, "That old poisoner came with us. He must have sealed his pressure points after he sat down. This three-
headed dragon can't move, much less ejaculate. Even if you suck his semen for three days and three nights, he still won't lose."
Zhou Botong bent down and released Hou Tonghai's pressure points, repeatedly saying, "Come on, let's compete again!" Let's have another round.
This time, we won't use Huang Rong's hands or mouth; we'll do it ourselves.
Upon hearing the words "we'll do it ourselves," Huang Rong's mind immediately wandered, and she giggled, "You two do it yourselves?
Does that mean Zhou Botong will provide his penis and Hou Tonghai his anus, or the Old Urchin his anus and the Three-Headed Dragon his penis?"
Huang Rong's teasing made even the limp Hou Tonghai laugh, while Zhou Botong
blushed stammered, "How about you help us one more time, Huang Rong?"
But Huang Rong replied with a look of disgust: "No way! My hands are already sore from all that, and then you
filled my mouth with your old semen, it's disgusting..."
The Old Urchin continued: "How about we just use your vagina this time..."
Huang Rong glared at him and scolded: "Old Urchin, you wish! Don't you know I'm engaged to Brother Jing
? Using my mouth is the limit. We can't do what we used to do."
Just as she finished speaking, Zhou Botong and Hou Tonghai, who was lying on the ground, sighed in unison. The Old Urchin exclaimed in surprise: "My
sigh is one thing, but why are you, Three-Headed Dragon, sighing?"
Seeing Zhou Botong's unreasonable behavior, Huang Rong knew that the more she talked, the more awkward it would become. With a helpless
expression she kicked Hou Tonghai down the stairs, shouting: "I'll spare your life today, just don't run into my hands again!"
As the sound of Hou Tonghai's staggering footsteps faded into the distance, Huang Rong finally relaxed. The day's
journey had left her feeling quite hungry. She said, "Old rascal, go catch a wild duck or rabbit. I'll cook it up
and fill my stomach."
Zhou Botong, knowing Huang Rong's superb culinary skills, was in for a treat. He chuckled, nodded, and
went out . A short while later, he returned with two rabbits. After bleeding and skinning them, he gathered firewood and
began roasting them in the Misty Rain Pavilion.
Before they had finished eating the rabbit, the two heard the sound of clashing swords approaching from afar, growing ever closer. Huang Rong crouched by
the window and saw a dazzling display of sword light on the lakeside open space. Seven or eight people were surrounding Huang Yaoshi. Seeing that he was outnumbered,
she was startled, but upon recognizing the faces of those fighting, she felt a pang of sorrow.
She saw Ke Zhen'e, the Flying Bat, wielding an iron staff, standing back to back with Guo Jing. Besides him were six other Taoists, namely Ma Yu
, Qiu Chuji, and the other six disciples of Quanzhen.
After observing for a moment, Huang Rong realized that the Quanzhen Sect had set up the Big Dipper Formation. However, Changzhenzi Tan Chuduan was dead, and
the position of "Tianxuan" had been taken over by Ke Zhen'e. Presumably, the Flying Bat was unfamiliar with formations, hence Guo Jing was protecting him from behind
. The six disciples of Quanzhen wielded their long swords, advancing and retreating, fighting fiercely around Huang Yaoshi.
Ke Zhen'e shouted: "No matter how powerful you are, today you will not escape justice!"
However, Guo Jing, seeing Huang Yaoshi's relaxed and carefree demeanor, not at all like someone struggling to breathe, couldn't help but become
suspicious .
Suddenly, Huang Yaoshi braced his left foot on the ground, his right leg sweeping around his body twice, forcing all eight of them to retreat three steps. Changchunzi
Qiu Chuji exclaimed, "What a magnificent sweeping-leaf leg technique!"
Huang Yaoshi turned around and swung his left palm diagonally, striking fiercely at the head of Changshengzi Liu Chuxuan, switching from defense to offense
.
Liu Chuxuan only felt a whooshing sound as the enemy's palm struck his head; terrified, he hurriedly fell to the ground and rolled away. Ma Yu and
Wang Chuyi, seeing this, knew it was a close call and drew their swords simultaneously.
Although Liu Chuxuan escaped danger, the Big Dipper Formation had been disrupted. Huang Yaoshi laughed and rushed towards Sun
Bu'er , taking three steps before suddenly retreating, his back colliding with Guangningzi Hao Datong.
Hao Datong had never seen such a strange move before, and hesitated for a moment. Just as he was about to thrust his sword at Hao Datong's spine, Huang Yaoshi, swift as a rabbit
, had already broken through the circle and stood two zhang away.
Zhou Botong laughed, "Old Huang Yaoshi's move was quite cool!"
Huang Rong cried out, "I'm going to help my father! " and ran towards the stairs.
Zhou Botong also called out, "Little Huang Rong, wait! "
Hearing this, Huang Rong stopped on the stairs and asked, "What? What's your idea?
Before you go downstairs, at least pull your clothes up..." Zhou Botong pointed to Huang Rong's still exposed,
snow-white breasts swaying as she stopped, and said seriously.
Huang Rong cried out, her pretty face flushed, and scolded, "Old rascal, are you courting death! Why didn't you say so earlier!" ...
She quickly pulled her clothes up from her waist, covering her breasts, which had been exposed to visitors for over an hour
.
Zhou Botong said: "I find it pleasing to the eye, why should I say anything? If I say
anything, I won't be able to see it!" Then Zhou Botong continued: "Are you helping your Jing-gege or your father? If you're helping your father, don't worry, don't worry . Huang Yaoshi
didn't fight back at first, and it seems he's still handling things with ease.
" Huang Rong returned to the window upon hearing this and asked: "How do you know?"
Zhou Botong said: "If he were truly forced into a corner, he would definitely fight with all his might. How could that little brat Liu Chuxuan
still be alive? The little Taoists are no match, no match."
He took a bite of a rabbit leg and chuckled, "Before Huang Yaoshi and your Jing-gege arrived, I saw those old Taoists
and Ke Zhen'e arranging their formation over there, but how can this Heavenly Dipper Formation be learned in an instant?" "I just don't know
what Ke Zhen'e and that silly boy did to become such a sworn enemy of your father."
Huang Rong choked and remained silent. Zhou Botong asked curiously, "Did you two have a falling out too?"
Huang Rong gritted her teeth and said, "He, he, humph! He thinks my father killed the other five Jiangnan monsters, saying he has
a deep-seated hatred for my father."
Even Zhou Botong, who was a bit slow-witted, was startled upon hearing this and hurriedly asked, "Is that true?"
Huang Rong was about to answer when the situation below the Misty Rain Pavilion changed. Huang Yaoshi used his Splitting Palm Technique, and the sound of whistling wind
filled the air. It was difficult for the eight opponents to get close.
If we consider the martial arts of Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi, and the others, Huang Yaoshi would not have been able to keep them
at a distance of more than ten feet with just his bare hands. However, the Heavenly Dipper Formation was a simultaneous advance and retreat formation. Sun Bu'er and Ke Zhen'e were relatively weak in martial arts,
and Guo Jing was not familiar with formations. If one of them was forced back, the others would have to retreat as well.
Zhou Botong, scratching his head in frustration, wanted to go down and help his disciples and grand-disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, but
Huang Rong pinched his waist. He muttered, "These little brats think I'm dead and want to
avenge me. Isn't this hilarious? Besides, Huang Rong told me not to fight Huang Yaoshi, or she won't come with me
...
" Huang Rong pinched him even harder, coquettishly retorting, "I already said we're engaged! I won't come with
you if you don't go down..."
While the two were talking in the Misty Rain Pavilion, Huang Yaoshi, in the open space below, laughed loudly: "Unexpectedly, the disciples of Chongyang Sect are so
ungrateful!" Suddenly, he rushed in front of Sun Bu'er and slashed three times with his palms.
Ma Yu and Hao Datong drew their swords to help. Huang Yaoshi slightly sidestepped their swords, then
slashed three more times at Sun Bu'er.
The Peach Blossom Island Master's palm techniques were incredibly refined. Even if Wang Chongyang were resurrected, he would have to dodge the sharpness of these six palm strikes
. How could Sun Bu'er possibly withstand them? Seeing the palms coming like the wind, she could only frantically twirl her sword to defend herself. Seeing him relentlessly
attacking Sun Bu'er, Ma Yu and the others surrounded her to help. In this critical moment, the formation began to falter.
Suddenly, someone cried out "Ouch!" in mid-air and flew towards the Misty Rain Pavilion. It turned out that Hao Datong had been grabbed by
the back and thrown over.
This further widened the gap in the formation. Huang Yaoshi wouldn't allow the opponent to repair it. He immediately lowered his head and charged towards Ma Yu, fully expecting
him to dodge. However, Ma Yu's sword was positioned on the outside, while his left hand's sword technique aimed directly at the enemy's brow, the strike steady and powerful
.
Huang Yaoshi dodged to the side and praised, "Good! Worthy of being the first disciple of Quanzhen!" Suddenly, Huang Yaoshi whirled around and kicked Wang Chuyi
, sending him tumbling. He then snatched the longsword and thrust it straight at Wang Chuyi's chest. Liu Chuxuan was shocked and swung his sword to parry. Huang Yaoshi laughed heartily, and with a flick of his wrist, both swords snapped in two. By this time, the formation was in disarray, and no one could stop them. The disciples cried out in despair, seeing that the Quanzhen Sect was about to collapse. Ma Yu sighed deeply, about to discard his sword and admit defeat, leaving himself to the enemy's mercy, when suddenly a flash of green appeared. Huang Yaoshi had returned , and there was another person in the North Star position—it was Guo Jing, who had replaced Ke Zhen'e. Qiu Chuji was overjoyed. He had seen Guo Jing fight Huang Yaoshi to the death at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion and knew that Guo Jing's skill surpassed his own, making him more suitable for the North Star position than anyone else. Huang Yaoshi had disrupted the formation, fully expecting to defeat the Quanzhen Sect and make them beg for mercy, but who knew that Guo Jing would suddenly appear in the North Star position .

He struck at Guo Jing's chest with a palm. Guo Jing deflected the attack with his left palm, remaining perfectly still.
At this moment, Huang Yaoshi was attacked from both sides. If he couldn't drive Guo Jing away, the Big Dipper Formation would flank him from behind, putting him in
grave .
He unleashed three more palm strikes at Guo Jing, each more powerful than the last, but Guo Jing neutralized them all with his own strength.
With his fourth strike, he used both feints and real attacks, anticipating Guo Jing's counterattack. However, Guo Jing remained purely defensive, his short sword held vertically against
his chest , his left palm slowly sweeping across his lower abdomen, rendering Huang Yaoshi's attack, though seemingly a two-pronged attack, ineffective.
Huang Yaoshi was even more shocked: Could this fool have also discovered the secrets of the formation, remaining firmly in the North Star position
without moving an inch? Yes, he must have received instruction from the Quanzhen disciples, and they're working together against me here. Huang Yaoshi secretly
groaned, thinking: This fool is inexplicable! Humph! Huang Yaoshi
shouted, "You fool, get out of the way! You chased me all night, and I showed you mercy. I've asked you several times, but you won't answer .
Why are you picking on me?"
Guo Jing, back hunched and sword drawn, stared intently at Huang Yaoshi, wary of any trickery, but remained silent.
At this moment, the Quanzhen disciples had already formed their ranks, surrounding Huang Yaoshi from a distance, waiting for an opportunity to attack.
Huang Yaoshi asked again, "Where is Rong'er? Where is she?"
Guo Jing still didn't answer, his face grim, his eyes blazing with anger.
Seeing his expression, Huang Yaoshi became increasingly suspicious, fearing something had happened to his daughter. He shouted, "What have you done to her
? Speak!"
Guo Jing clenched his teeth even tighter, his right hand holding the sword trembling slightly.
Huang Yaoshi stared intently, not missing a single subtle movement from Guo Jing. Seeing his strange expression,
he was even more alarmed and shouted, "Why is your hand trembling? Why won't you speak?"
Guo Jing, recalling the tragic deaths of his masters on Peach Blossom Island, was overwhelmed with grief and indignation. His whole body trembled uncontrollably,
and his eyes reddened.
Seeing Guo Jing remain silent, tears welling in his eyes, Huang Yaoshi grew increasingly frightened, believing his daughter had been killed in a quarrel with him over Hua Zheng
. With a leap, he lunged forward.
As he suddenly sprang into action, Qiu Chuji swung his longsword, and the Big Dipper Formation launched a simultaneous
attack. Wang Chuyi and Hao Datong attacked from both sides, one with a sword and the other with a palm strike. Guo Jing deflected the attack with his palm, his short sword flashing out like lightning as he countered. Huang Yaoshi, however, did not
dodge , but instead grabbed Guo Jing's wrist to disarm him.
Although the grab was ruthless and precise, Wang Chuyi's longsword was already at his back. Huang Yaoshi had to straighten his back to dodge, and in that
moment, his fingers missed the sword by two inches. Guo Jing seized the opportunity to strike back with his own sword. This fierce battle was
several times .
The Quanzhen disciples initially desired to kill Huang Yaoshi to avenge Tan Chuduan. Huang Yaoshi, however, knew there was
a misunderstanding, but his arrogance and seniority prevented him from offering explanations. He planned to first utterly
defeat , forcing them to surrender, before revealing the truth and giving them a severe lesson. Therefore, he held back in the fight
.
Otherwise, while Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji would have survived, Sun Bu'er and Ke Zhen'e would surely be dead. But Guo Jing fought fiercely
, thinking that if Guo Jing hadn't killed Huang Rong, why would he be so afraid of him?
At this point, Huang Yaoshi showed no mercy, determined to capture Guo Jing and demand an explanation. If his suspicions were true, even tearing Guo Jing to
pieces wouldn't quell his anger.
Huang Yaoshi charged several times, growing increasingly agitated. Each time he charged, intending to turn and kill to break the formation, the
Quanzhen disciples would arrive in time to rescue him. The Big Dipper Formation shrank smaller and smaller, the encirclement complete. Even with his unparalleled
abilities, he knew he was doomed.
At the crucial moment, Ma Yu pointed his longsword and shouted, "Stop!" The Quanzhen disciples and Guo Jing each withdrew their stances, firmly guarding
their positions .
Ma Yu said, "Island Master Huang, you are the current master of martial arts. How dare a junior offend you? Today, we have the advantage of numbers
and the upper hand. How will you settle the blood debt of my junior brother Tan? Please say the word!" Huang Yaoshi sneered and said
, "What is there to say? Just kill Huang Yaoshi quickly and cleanly, to uphold the name of the Quanzhen Sect, wouldn't that be wonderful? Take this!"
Without moving his body or raising his arm, his right palm struck towards Ma Yu's chest.
Huang Yaoshi's palm strike was launched without warning, its movements unpredictable and elusive, a double-edged sword. It was a
life-saving move from the Falling Flowers Divine Sword Palm Technique, a technique he had honed for ten years, intending
to use it to win the second Mount Hua Sword Tournament. This move was useless in a group fight; in a one-on-one battle, no matter how skilled Danyangzi was
, he was no match. Ma Yu's attempt to
dodge , Huang Yaoshi's palm was already pressed against his chest; a single strike would injure his heart and lungs.
The Five Masters of Quanzhen were all shocked. They attacked with swords and palms, but it was too late. Just
as Ma Yu was about to die, Huang Yaoshi laughed, withdrew his palm, and said: "I've broken
the formation like this; I doubt you'll accept defeat. Good Taoist, everyone, attack together!" Liu Chuxuan snorted and charged
forward with a punch. Wang Chuyi followed closely with his longsword, and the Big Dipper Formation was activated again.
This was the seventeenth formation, and after Wang Chuyi, Ma Yu was to attack.
Wang Chuyi thrust his sword swiftly and then opened a gap, but Ma Yu did not advance. Instead, he took two steps back and shouted, "Wait!"
Everyone stopped fighting again. Ma Yu said, "Island Master Huang, thank you for your mercy.
" Huang Yaoshi said, "It's nothing."
Ma Yu said, "Logically speaking, I am already dead. This formation left by my master has been broken by you. If
we knew what was good for us, we should have surrendered and accepted your punishment. However, I have a deep-seated hatred for my sect and dare not leave it unavenged.
After this matter is settled, I will cut my own throat to repay the Island Master."
Huang Yaoshi's face turned pale, and he waved his hand, saying, "Further words are useless. Let's fight." The affairs of the world are inherently difficult to understand.
Guo Jing thought to himself: Master Ma and the others attacked him because they wanted revenge for the deaths of his uncle and junior brother.
I just met Brother Zhou a few days ago, and actually, Master Tan's death had nothing to do with Island Master Huang.
But if I explain this clearly, the Quanzhen disciples will withdraw from the battle. With just my master and myself, how could we possibly be
a match for ? Not only would we be unable to avenge our master's death, but we would also be in danger of losing our own lives.
Then he thought: If I conceal this matter, wouldn't I become a despicable person? The masters always said: "We can lose our heads, but
we cannot lose our righteousness."
So they said loudly: Master Ma, Master Qiu, Master Wang, your Uncle Zhou is not dead. I met him
at , and Master Tan was killed by Ouyang Feng.
Qiu Chuji asked in surprise: What did you say?
Guo Jing then recounted how he was recuperating in the secret room in Niujia Village, how he overheard and witnessed Qiu Qianzhang spreading rumors,
the fierce battle between the two sides, and Ouyang Feng's framing. Although he was clumsy with words, he spoke clearly on crucial points.
The Quanzhen disciples listened with skepticism. Qiu Chuji shouted: "Is what you say true?"
Guo Jing pointed at Huang Yaoshi and said, "This disciple wishes he could devour this old thief's flesh alive, how could I help him? But the truth is,
this disciple has no choice but to speak.
" Liu Zi knew he was always honest, and given his deep hatred for Huang Yaoshi, what he said must be true.
Huang Yaoshi was greatly surprised to hear him defend him, and said, "Then why do you hate me so much?
Where is Rong'er?"
Ke Zhen'e interjected, "Don't you understand what you've done? Jing'er, even if we can't win, we have
to fight this old thief!" Saying this, he raised his iron staff and swept it towards Huang Yaoshi.
Hearing his master's words, Guo Jing knew he had been forgiven, and felt a surge of joy. Tears streamed down his face as
he cried out, "Master, Second Master and the others…the five of them, they died so tragically!"
Huang Yaoshi reached out and grabbed the head of Ke Zhen'e's iron staff, asking Guo Jing, "What did you say? Zhu Cong and Han Baoju were
just visiting my island, how could they be dead?" Ke Zhen'e struggled to retrieve the iron staff, but it remained unmoved.
Huang Yaoshi then asked Guo Jing, "You have no respect for your elders, spouting nonsense and resorting to violence. Is this all for Zhu Cong and the others
?"
Guo Jing's eyes bled, and he shouted, "You personally killed my five masters, and you still pretend you don't know?" He raised his
short sword and thrust it forward.
Huang Yaoshi swung his iron staff, and with a clang, staff and sword clashed, sparks flying. The short sword, sharp as a feather, nicked
the iron staff .
Huang Yaoshi asked again, "Who witnessed this?"
Guo Jing replied, "I buried my five masters with my own hands. How could I possibly wrong you?"
Huang Yaoshi sneered, "So what if I wronged you? I, Huang Yaoshi, have always been a loner. Do you think I would deny killing a few people?
That's right, I killed all your masters!"
Suddenly, a woman's voice cried out, "No, Father, you didn't kill them! Don't take the blame!"
Everyone turned their heads at once, and saw that the speaker was Huang Rong, who had rushed down from the Misty Rain Pavilion.
Everyone was so engrossed in their battle that they hadn't even noticed her arrival. Guo Jing, upon seeing Huang Rong, was stunned for a moment, unsure whether to be
happy or sad.
Huang Yaoshi, seeing his daughter unharmed, was overjoyed, his hatred for Guo Jing vanished, and he laughed heartily, saying, "Good child,
come here, let your father comfort you."
For the past ten days, Huang Rong had endured Guo Jing's indifference and inner torment; only now did she hear words of comfort from her family.
She rushed over, threw herself into her father's arms, and cried, "Father, this silly boy wronged you! He… he bullied me!"
Huang Yaoshi hugged his daughter and laughed, "Old Huang Yaoshi does as he pleases. Decades ago, ignorant people already
placed all the world's sins on your father's head. Add a few more, and it won't be too much. The Five Heroes of Jiangnan were your Sister Mei's greatest
enemies; I truly killed them with my own hands."
Huang Rong cried out urgently, "No, no, it wasn't you! I know it wasn't you!"
Huang Yaoshi smiled slightly and said, "Silly boy, so bold! How dare you bully my good child! Watch your father deal with him
."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly struck out with lightning speed, truly appearing and disappearing without a trace.
Guo Jing was pondering the exchange between father and daughter when suddenly, a loud slap resounded, and he felt a burning sensation on his left cheek
. Before he could raise his hand to block, Huang Yaoshi's hand had already returned to Huang Rong's head, gently stroking her hair.
The slap was loud, but weak. Guo Jing touched his cheek, bewildered, unsure whether to intervene
or what.
Hearing the sound of Guo Jing being struck, Ke Zhen'e feared Huang Yaoshi had already used a vicious attack and hurriedly asked, "Jing'er, what's wrong?"
Guo Jing replied, "I'm fine."
Ke Zhen'e said, "Don't listen to these two sorcerers' feigned indifference." "Though I have no eyes, your fourth master
said: he witnessed this old thief kill your second master and force your seventh..." Before he could finish, Guo Jing lunged
at Huang Yaoshi.
Huang Yaoshi put down his daughter, dodged Guo Jing's hand, and rushed to snatch the iron staff. This time, Ke Zhen'e was on guard and didn't
let him grab it. The master and disciple joined forces and instantly became evenly matched with Huang Yaoshi.
Although Guo Jing had met many extraordinary people and learned many miraculous martial arts, he was
still with Ke Zhen'e's help, it was useless
. After only twenty or thirty moves, he was forced to make little progress.
Qiu Chuji thought to himself: "When the Quanzhen Sect was in danger, the master and disciple helped us. Now that they are defeated, how can we sit idly by?
Regardless of whether Uncle Zhou is alive or dead, we must first subdue Huang Yaoshi before we can decide the outcome."
With a pointed sword, he shouted, "Master Ke, retreat to your original formation!" The Big Dipper Formation was activated again, surrounding Huang Yaoshi and his wife at
its core .
Huang Yaoshi was furious, thinking, "The previous misunderstanding and the attack on me were understandable, but now that this fool has explained the truth, you
bunch of bastards are still acting recklessly because of your numbers. Does Old Master Huang really not know how to kill?" He flashed forward, rushing towards Ke Zhen'e's left side.
Huang Rong saw the murderous intent on her father's face and knew he would show no mercy. Her heart sank, but she saw Wang Chuyi and Ma Yu had already blocked
her father's palm strike. Ke Zhen'e's iron staff was pressing down viciously on her shoulder, and he was still cursing: "You wicked
little bitch, you demon woman! You filthy slut from Peach Blossom Island, ridden by thousands and straddled by tens of thousands!"
The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan are all butchers and wine sellers from the streets. What difficulty do they have in hurling insults? Ke Zhen'e hated Huang Yaoshi and
his wife to the extreme, and immediately uttered all sorts of vicious and vulgar words.
Huang Rong, who had never been one to suffer even the slightest loss since childhood, was enraged by Ke Zhen'e's increasingly nonsensical and incoherent curses
. However, she feigned anger and retorted with a charming smile: "You dare call me lewd again? You dare call me shameless again? I
am your disciple's betrothed! If you dare to curse me, I dare to do it! Then we'll see which foolish boy will be wearing an endless
green hat!"
Huang Yaoshi, instead of being offended by Huang Rong's retort, laughed heartily: "Our Peach Blossom Island lineage believes in
doing as one pleases , an eye for an eye, and disregarding worldly customs! Well said! Well said!
" As Huang Yaoshi laughed, Huang Rong seized the opportunity, swiftly swinging her bamboo staff back, using the force of the Subduing Demon Staff technique to fling it
to the left . Ke Zhen'e misdirected his force, and the iron staff involuntarily slipped from his grasp, flying into the air before
crashing into South Lake with a thud.
Fearing she would seize the opportunity to attack, Wang Chuyi had already stepped in front of Ke Zhen'e, raising his sword to block her. Seeing his master thwarted, Guo Jing cried out
, "Master, please rest, I'll take your place."
Huang Rong, seeing Guo Jing's usually kind and gentle face now shrouded in murderous intent, ferocious and terrifying, as if he had suddenly become
a completely different person, felt both shock and anger. She stepped in front of her father and said to Guo Jing, "Kill me first!"
Guo Jing glared at her and shouted, "Get out of my way!" Huang Rong felt a sharp pain, thinking, "How can even you speak to me like this?"
Guo Jing rushed forward, forcefully shoving her aside, and leaped towards Huang Yaoshi.
Suddenly, a loud laugh rang out from behind, shouting, "Brother Yao, don't worry, your brother is here to help!" The voice was sharp
and grating.
The group dared not turn around, instead maneuvering the Big Dipper Formation behind Huang Yaoshi. There they saw a figure standing by the lake, long-
armed and long-legged, with a full beard, holding a snake-staff—it was none other than Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison.
The Seven Masters of Quanzhen roared in unison. Qiu Chuji said, "Jing'er, let's settle accounts with the Western Poison first!" With a flick of his sword, the other six Quanzhen disciples
surrounded Ouyang Feng. The black-ringed snake on Ouyang Feng's staff bared its fangs, its movements swift and retracting, forcing the seven
Quanzhen disciples back.
He had witnessed the power of the Quanzhen Big Dipper Formation in Niujia Village and was deeply wary, focusing on securing their position and waiting for
an opening. Once the Big Dipper Formation was deployed, attacks from the front and rear were relentless and continuous.
Ouyang Feng countered each move, adapting to the situation and breaking through its defenses. In a short time, he realized that Yin Zhiping's hastily assembled "Heavenly Jade" was a
major weakness in the formation. He thought that since the formation was missing a link, it was not a threat. He immediately used his snake staff to defend his vital points, glancing around
to assess the surrounding situation.
At this time, Guo Jing was still engaged in close combat with Huang Yaoshi. Huang Rong swung her bamboo staff, blocking Ke Zhen'e a few feet away from the two of them
, and shouted: "Wait a minute, let me say a few words." But Guo Jing ignored her and continued to strike with palm after palm, attacking
fiercely .
Huang Rong saw that her father had initially shown mercy, but as Guo Jing pressed him, his anger grew, and his attacks became heavier.
Seeing the critical situation, she knew that if either of them lost focus even slightly, someone would be injured or killed. She looked up and saw
Zhou Botong watching the battle from the railing of the Misty Rain Pavilion. She called out: "Old Urchin, Old Urchin, come and explain!"
Zhou Botong had already sensed the situation was turning sour, but the exciting spectacle below the Misty Rain Pavilion was too much
for him to bear, as he was eager for a playful and mischievous performance. Then Huang Rong called out again: "Old Urchin, if you don't come down, I'll tell everyone about your
embarrassing !"
Startled by Huang Rong's words, Zhou Botong pressed his hands against the railing and lightly
landed on the steps of the Misty Rain Pavilion, shouting: "Stop! Old Urchin has something to say!"
Given Old Urchin's seniority and reputation in the martial world, everyone was startled by his sudden appearance and
involuntarily stopped fighting. The voices of the Quanzhen Sect members calling out "Grandmaster!" and "Uncle!" filled the air, while Ouyang Feng secretly
groaned in despair.
Seeing that everyone still held him in such awe, Zhou Botong was secretly delighted. He pondered, "The Old Urchin needs to put on
a show, but what should he say?" He couldn't think of anything, so he decided to laugh it off. Suddenly, he looked up and saw the rising
moon , its rim slightly sparse. A thought struck him, and he said, "You are all martial arts
masters, yet you act like scoundrels, your words as worthless as farts."
The others were taken aback. They knew he was always a bit dim-witted and spoke recklessly, so they weren't offended. But since they were being reprimanded,
there must be a reason. Ma Yu bowed and said, "Please enlighten me, Uncle-Master."
But Zhou Botong angrily said, "I heard that there was a fight near the Misty Rain Pavilion this Mid-Autumn Festival. I, the Old Urchin, hate
noisy places, but I thought it was still early, so I could sleep in peacefully. Who knew that as soon as it got
dark, I heard a constant banging and crashing?" It's that time of year again—toilet arrays, chamber pot arrays, men beating wives
, sons-in-law beating fathers-in-law, slaughtering pigs and dogs, making it impossible to get a peaceful night's sleep.
Look up at the moon, what day is it today?
Hearing his words, everyone suddenly remembered that it was still August 14th, and the martial arts contest was scheduled for tomorrow.
Qiu Chuji said, "Uncle-Master's advice is correct. We shouldn't have been causing trouble here today."
Before Ouyang Feng could speak, Zhou Botong added, "Let me tell you something: five male Taoists plus a female Taoist nun,
plus a weak Taoist priest, are no match for the old poison master. The seven Taoists of the Quanzhen Sect couldn't defeat Huang Yaoshi, so
they're certainly no match for Ouyang Feng. Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, you bunch of scoundrels, sit down and practice your kung fu! Every bit of internal
strength you gain is better than nothing. Last-minute cramming is better than no cramming at all."
Ouyang Feng was wary of Zhou Botong, thinking that if Zhou Botong regained his senses and joined forces with the Quanzhen disciples,
they would be difficult to defeat. He immediately said, "Old rascal, I'll spare your attention today."
Zhou Botong saw that Guo Jing, though panting and glaring at Huang Yaoshi, had finally stopped, while Huang Rong
stood quietly to the side with a sly smile. He felt
indignant, thinking that he had been used by this little vixen again, and called out, "Little girl, come massage my legs!"
Huang Rong didn't want to pay attention to the old rascal, but after being insulted by Ke Zhen'e and remembering Guo Jing's cold treatment
and even the recent physical attack, she couldn't bear this humiliation. Spoiled and pampered since childhood, and showered with love on Peach Blossom Island
, she couldn't stand such humiliation.
A surge of mischievous resentment welled up within her. Huang Rong gracefully walked to Zhou Botong, pulled his legs together, gathered her long skirt, and
sat on the old rascal's lap, reaching out her small hands to massage his legs.
The crowd below the Misty Rain Pavilion was taken aback to see such a charming young woman acting so
disregarding the proper boundaries between men and women in front of her father and fiancé. Although the old rascal was old enough to be Huang Rong's grandfather
, it was still inappropriate.
Guo Jing was about to intervene when Huang Rong giggled at Ke Zhen'e and Guo Jing, saying, "You old blind man,
were you enjoying your insults? Whatever you insulted me, I'll do it for your silly disciple.
" Hearing this, Zhou Botong was even more delighted. He wrapped his arms around Huang Rong's slender waist and shouted, "Quick,
massage harder! Anyone who touches me again is going against me!"
The crowd around the Misty Rain Pavilion, initially finding Huang Rong and Zhou Botong's pushing and leaning against each other rather unconventional and embarrassing
, couldn't help but chuckle at the Old Urchin's outburst. Guo Jing and Huang Yaoshi, knowing her
proud and vengeful nature, could only manage a wry smile in unison.
While the crowd watched Huang Rong and Zhou Botong, Ke Zhen'e, blind, remained oblivious, leaning against a willow tree
by the water , his lifeless eyes fixed on Huang Yaoshi.
He used his ears as eyes, following Huang Yaoshi's movements along the lake, pulling Guo Jing to the east and west. Huang Yaoshi ignored him, a cold smile playing on his lips. Huang Rong, on the steps of the Misty Rain Pavilion, was even more enraged
by the sight of the master and disciple . The weather was sweltering, insects swarmed everywhere, and a white mist drifted over the lake, obscuring visibility from a distance . Just as the mist was thick, Huang Rong pulled Zhou Botong's hands, which were wrapped around her slender waist, upwards until they supported the lower edge of her breasts. She said in a soft, sweet voice, "Old rascal, if I massage your legs, will you massage chest in return?"

Hearing Huang Rong's words in front of everyone, Zhou Botong's heart pounded wildly. He cupped her round,
firm breasts in his hands, wantonly kneading and enjoying their fullness and tenderness, while his fingers, through her clothes, lewdly caressed
her delicate nipples.
Her sensitive nipples hardened from the old rascal's kneading. For a moment, Huang Rong's face flushed, her mind
seemingly blank. A surge of heat rose from her lower abdomen; she felt a hard object pressing against her buttocks, knowing it
was Zhou Botong's erect penis. Suddenly, all strength seemed to drain from her body; her vulva grew increasingly wet,
tightly clenching her incredibly elastic buttocks and long, soft legs.
Just as Huang Rong was lost in her passion, she saw Guo Jing say to Huang Yaoshi: "You…do you know…you
killed five of my masters, and you've also ruined your daughter's life?" Huang Yaoshi sneered, "You think you're so special?
What's with the conceit? My daughter has to marry a scoundrel like you? Not all seven of the Jiangnan Heroes are dead; there's still that blind bastard left."
Before Huang Yaoshi could finish speaking, Ke Zhen'e lunged forward. Guo Jing, however, was faster, striking first.
Huang Yaoshi , their palms clashing with a loud thud, sending Guo Jing staggering back two steps.
Suddenly, Huang Rong shouted, "You attacked my father again! I just said I'd do whatever you
say! Do you really think my words are nothing?"
Guo Jing snorted, glared at Huang Rong, and lunged forward again, his eyes blazing with fury as
he stared at Huang Yaoshi. Seeing Guo Jing's continued defiance, Huang Rong truly took it as a lie. A surge of anger
rose within her, and she deftly lifted her skirt, completely covering their waists and legs. She
reached her small hand under her skirt and pulled down Zhou Botong's trousers, pulling
out his thick, six-inch-long penis.
Huang Rong whispered in Zhou Botong's ear, "Old rascal, remember I haven't worn
underwear ? I can do anything now, you can do whatever you want..."
Unexpectedly, hearing Huang Rong's words, Zhou Botong felt a surge of heat. He reached behind her full, round buttocks and pressed
her vulva against his penis. The close contact
aroused . The white-haired old man and the pretty young girl silently thrust their lower bodies, rubbing intensely against each other.
Meanwhile, the crowd by the lake continued their argument. After Guo Jing couldn't resist and joined the fight, they
clashed with Huang Yaoshi again. Huang Rong softly tried to dissuade them a few times, then ignored them.
She focused intently on sliding her plump, white mons pubis, responding to the friction of the thick, fleshy rod between her legs. The old rascal,
ignoring his disciples still fighting by the lake, was solely focused on thrusting his rod, enjoying
the pleasure derived from the friction against her honeyed orifice.
After only a short while, Zhou Botong felt the pink labia buried in her mons pubis seem to open
, sucking at his rod like a small mouth. Using the slippery, sticky fluid, he slightly contracted his hips, then rubbed forward, and half
of his glans pushed aside the mons pubis, embedding itself into Huang Rong's labia.
This thrust caused Huang Rong to suppress a moan that threatened to escape her lips, her face flushed and her breath coming in heavy gasps.
She gripped the old rascal's arm tightly, biting her lip to prevent herself from losing control in front of everyone. Her long
, slender legs were taut, her soft, supple muscles twitching incessantly. A warm current gushed from her honeyed orifice, its slightly scalding touch
landing on the glans, causing Zhou Botong's lower body to twitch.
However, in that instant, the already sensitive Huang Rong could no longer resist. Suddenly, she reached under her skirt again,
guiding his erect penis, her shapely buttocks slightly raised. This way, her wet, moist opening pressed precisely against the old rascal
's large glans.
Zhou Botong whispered: "Little girl…no…stop…stop…there are people all around…
people we know…you can't…do this…you can't…you…didn't you say you were engaged…?"
Huang Rong, with squinting eyes, replied seductively: "I…I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of…I said before…
not to do it casually…but now…so many people are watching, it's not casual, it's very serious
…"
[The End]

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