The Lewd Tale of the White Tiger

(I)
The
vast wilderness stretched out before them, the setting sun hanging low over the western mountains, a patch of yellowish-green dry grass rippling in the wind.
The northern plains remained as peaceful as ever. A middle-aged man strolled through the grass, three children following behind ,
chatting and laughing without pause.
The man paced back and forth, stopping beneath a withered tree. Suddenly, he said, "Yuan'er, pick up a branch and
practice a few sword moves with your senior brother." The three children, knowing it was practice time again, immediately
responded. Two boys, around ten years old, replied in unison, "Yes!"
The younger boy picked up a long branch, his left hand forming a sword gesture, his technique surprisingly precise.
The other boy stepped forward and exhaled. The two boys, having established their stances, immediately began to spar. The remaining child, a little girl of eight
or nine, skipped and hopped to the man, blinked, and said, "Dad,
is Brother Wen's technique the Compass Sword? It's really not that interesting." The man patted the little girl's head and
smiled, "Xuan'er, don't talk nonsense. Watch your senior brothers' moves carefully."
The boy holding the branch thrust and parried with very little force, yet his position was extremely stable. The other boy, with his left palm and right fist
, possessed much greater strength, striking upwards and downwards, his fist and palm suddenly switching, changing opening and closing—a skill of extremely high level.
After watching about ten moves, the man said, "Alright, stop!"
The two boys finished their stances and ran to the man's side. The man took the branch and said, "Yuan'er, your
move to stab the left shoulder just now wasn't executed well. You should have turned the sword like this and stabbed like this... Yang'er,
if you had punched the abdomen instead, your junior brother would have lost..."
The little boy listened attentively to his master's instructions, while the little girl sat on the grass, looking up at her father as he talked and demonstrated,
seemingly finding it quite interesting. Until the sun had set and the moon was high in the sky, the four of them slowly left the grassland.
Thus, day after day, moon after moon, countless hours had passed, and only three people remained on the grassland.
The two little boys had grown into spirited young men, and the girl behind them had blossomed into a beautiful young woman.
The three stopped under a tree standing alone in the wilderness. It was early summer, and the grass and trees
were lush and verdant, no longer a withered tree. Beneath the tree was a solid stone, simply engraved with the five
characters "Tomb of Hua Xuanqing. "
The young girl bowed to the stone tomb and said, "Father, we've come to see you again." She then untied a bag of rice wine and poured
it all onto the stone. This girl was Hua Xuan, the only daughter of the person buried beneath the tomb. In the swaying shadows of the leaves, her features were exquisite,
her figure graceful and elegant—truly a beautiful young woman.
The two young men were Hua Xuanqing's disciples. The elder brother, Xiang Yang, was twenty years old, with striking features and a
dashing appearance. The younger brother, Wen Yuan, was only seventeen, two years older than Hua Xuan, and possessed a refined and elegant
demeanor, resembling a scholar with no trace of martial arts training.
Wen Yuan bowed to the tomb and said, "Master, your disciple, senior brother, junior sister, and I will set off today to use
our master's skills to right wrongs. Please pray to Master's spirit." Xiang Yang patted Wen Yuan's shoulder and laughed, "Alright,
alright , with your current skills, you don't need Master's blessing." He added, "We are all fellow disciples
, each with our own strengths. However, no one
knows . Every year on this day, we will return here for a gathering and see who failed to carry on Master's teachings and eliminate
evil. Then we will kowtow to Master three hundred and sixty-five times!"
Hua Xuan clapped his hands and laughed, "Senior Brother Xiang, is this your idea? Don't try to back out when you're dizzy from kowtowing
!" Xiang Yang laughed heartily. Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Senior Brother's skills are the most impressive; it seems I'll be
the one to kowtow to you." Xiang Yang laughed and said, "Nonsense, let's get going!"
The three left their old training ground and parted ways under the setting sun. This time, they entered the martial world, their future uncertain;
they would meet again in a year!
Xiang Yang bid farewell to his junior brothers and sisters and headed east. He was naturally free-spirited and unconventional, and although he sometimes felt
lonely , when the mood struck, he would drink, practice his fists, and intervene with his fists when he saw injustice. He had followed his master
, Hua Xuanqing, the longest and had seen much. Along the way, he punched local tyrants and kicked corrupt officials, without suffering any losses. After all, his
martial arts were extraordinary, and ordinary villains were no match for him.
One day, they arrived in Zhao County. The summer sun was blazing, and Xiang Yang casually found a pavilion to rest in, opened his wine pouch, and drank and enjoyed
the scenery. Looking north, he saw a stone arch bridge spanning the river, its design quite elegant. He immediately asked a scholar-like man
beside him , "Brother, this bridge is quite beautiful. What's it called again?" The
scholar replied, "This is the Zhaozhou Bridge, built by Li Chun of the Sui Dynasty. Look, how well it's designed! It's thick at both ends and thin
in the middle , with a gentle slope. It's convenient for carriages and horses to pass on, and boats can pass underneath without getting in the way.
As for the stone arches at both ends, each has two arched openings. What do you call that? It's called an open-shoulder arch. The advantage of this is..."
Seeing him nodding and talking incessantly, Xiang Yang laughed heartily and said, "You certainly have a lot of tricks up your sleeve when it comes to building a bridge
." Without listening to him any further, he stepped onto the stone bridge. The balustrades were carved with various subjects, some depicting landscapes and figures, others
dragons , tigers, and mythical beasts. The balusters were also quite elaborate, with coiled dragons, bamboo joints, and double pearls. Although he didn't understand them, he knew they
were exquisite works of art.
After watching for a moment, just as they were about to descend the bridge, they suddenly heard the distant sound of galloping hooves. They heard shouts from the crowd:
"The bandits are coming! The Third King of White Tiger Stronghold!" Everyone on and below the bridge paled, screaming and fleeing. Xiang Yang
pulled away from the bridge, grabbed the scholar who was about to escape, and asked, "What is White Tiger Stronghold? Is it a den of mountain
bandits in this area?" The scholar's teeth chattered, and he stammered, "Yes...yes..."
Xiang Yang laughed, "Look how scared you are! Fine, it is. You'd better run far away!" He released him
, and the scholar's legs went weak, unable to move for a moment. After a moment of stunned silence, he screamed and fled.
Xiang Yang stood in the middle of the bridge, seeing a yellow mist approaching from afar, and thought, "Good! In broad daylight,
such a large group of mountain bandits have emerged from their den. Could White Tiger Stronghold really be quite powerful?" A moment later, dozens of strong horses
charged towards the bridge, their hooves thundering. Xiang Yang roared, "Which bandit is leading
this Stop right there!" His words, delivered with internal force, were clear, loud, and thunderous. The bandits
shuddered and reined in their horses. Seeing only a young boy on the bridge, they began to curse, shouting, "Who do you think you are, you little
bastard , yelling like that!" "Get out of my way!" "Get off the bridge,
or I'll run you over!"
Xiang Yang ignored them. He saw a fat man with a face full of scars leading the way, carrying a disheveled woman.
He pointed at him and said, "You're the third leader of White Tiger Stronghold?"
The fat man glared at him, his left hand groping the woman's body, and said, "What?
Which gang are you from?" He was knowledgeable and knew that the young man's shout had already revealed his extraordinary inner strength, but he
was confident in his own martial arts and didn't take him seriously, only focusing on playing with the woman in his arms. The woman cried softly
, her shoulders heaving, not daring to make a sound.
Xiang Yang nodded and said, "Alright, put down all the looted wealth and women, and go back
to !" The third leader glared at him and said angrily, "You brat..." Before he could finish his sentence, Xiang Yang had already leaped
up, his right palm striking out. The third leader casually parried, but unexpectedly his wrist tightened. Xiang Yang turned his palm into a claw, immediately
grabbing his wrist, and with a swing and a throw, a fat body was lifted into the air and "plop" thrown into the river
, while the woman was already in Xiang Yang's arms.
Xiang Yang helped the woman sit against the bridge railing and laughed, "Don't be alarmed, young lady!" The woman seemed frightened and
slumped back down. Suddenly, a "splash" was heard, and the Third Chieftain had leaped back onto the bank, brandishing his twin hammers and cursing, "Brothers
, kill this little bastard!" The bandits shouted loudly, dismounted, and drew their swords to attack.
The Third Chieftain's twin copper hammers flew up and down, rushing straight at Xiang Yang. Xiang Yang saw it clearly, circled his hands, and with a smooth
movement , pulled the Third Chieftain apart. He felt a tremendous force from each side of his hammers, and in surprise, the hammers collided with each other with a
loud "clang." The impact made his arms numb, and he couldn't help but drop the hammers. Unexpectedly, Xiang
Yang lightly tapped the Third Chieftain's right foot twice, and the two copper hammers deflected, striking the Third Chieftain's feet directly. He cried out in pain as if his bones
had shattered.
Xiang Yang laughed heartily, his movements fluid and rapid,
slapping . Fortunately, his face was originally fat, and now, whether it was swollen or not, it was hard to tell. Xiang Yang
leaped forward, his palm strikes sending the bandits sprawling to the ground, unable to dodge. Xiang Yang searched the bandits for their valuables
, released the other captured women, and kicked steel knives and
even a copper hammer weighing dozens of kilograms into the river as he went. The bandits lay on the ground, dumbfounded, when suddenly they heard Xiang Yang shout, "Get lost!
In less than three days, I will raze White Tiger Stronghold to the ground. Go back and report!"
The bandits dared not linger, hastily mounting their horses in chaos. Some of the bandits, after being struck by his palm, even lost
the strength , and the bandits fled in disarray.
Seeing the group of women, about twenty in number and disheveled, Xiang Yang asked, "Do you know how to get back to your
villages?" One woman whispered, "Yes... it's Zhoujia Village up ahead." Xiang Yang distributed the valuables
to the women, letting them go home. The women, having escaped the bandits' clutches, thanked Xiang Yang profusely, supporting each other
as they went.
The woman captured by the third bandit leader was still sitting on the bridge. Xiang Yang went to check on her and saw her biting her lip,
trembling. Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Girl, what's wrong? Come, stand up." He extended
his right hand . The woman looked up at Xiang Yang. Only then did Xiang Yang see her clearly: she appeared
to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with deep-set eyes, cherry lips, a delicate nose, and a slender figure. Having been captured by the bandits, she was extremely tired,
making her all the more pitiful. She had been huddled by the railing, but seeing Xiang Yang's gentle
expression, devoid of any fierceness, she timidly stood up, leaning against the railing, but didn't take his hand.
Xiang Yang said, "Why aren't you going back with them?" The girl clutched her disheveled clothes, stammering
, "I...I'm not from around here. May I ask your name, benefactor?" Xiang Yang smiled and said, "My name is Xiang Yang
. May I ask your name, young lady?" The girl blushed and answered softly, "My surname is Zhao...my given name is
Wan Yan." Xiang Yang said, "Don't call me benefactor or anything like that, it's awkward. Where are you from, Miss Zhao? If you don't know
how to get back, I can help you." Zhao Wan Yan blushed and stammered, "Well...no...
I live in Luoyang. I...I can get back by myself, no need for you to trouble yourself, Young Master Xiang..." Unexpectedly, as
soon as she left the railing, she felt weak all over, lost her footing, and fell into Xiang Yang's arms. Zhao Wanyan let out a soft cry
, overwhelmed with shyness, and fainted.
Xiang Yang knew she had been too frightened and was exhausted, so he let her rest against a
pine tree he sat beside her to care for her, feeling as if he were looking after his junior sister Hua Xuan when she was sick as a child.
He examined her closely and saw that although Zhao Wanyan's clothes were disheveled and quite damaged, the fabric was clearly very luxurious,
unlike the coarse cloth of the village girls. Through the holes in her dress, she revealed translucent skin, and as the wind
blew , her breasts could be vaguely seen rising and falling with her rapid breathing. Xiang Yang's heart stirred as he gazed at her beautiful
face; her dark hair, though disheveled, still exuded elegance. "Could Miss Zhao be
a young lady ?" Xiang Yang wondered to himself, but didn't dwell on it.
The sky gradually darkened. Seeing the evening breeze picking up and the air growing cooler, Xiang Yang took off his outer garment and covered Zhao Wanyan
with it. Just then, Zhao Wanyan slowly woke up and saw Xiang Yang undressing
. Startled, she cried out, "Ah... what are you doing?" Xiang Yang was taken aback and turned to look at Zhao Wanyan. Zhao Wanyan looked panicked, her delicate body
shrinking back, her face flushed as she said, "You... why are you taking off your clothes..."
Xiang Yang chuckled, thinking, "This girl is really suspicious." Suddenly, a mischievous
idea popped into his head. He coughed and said, "Because... I want to do this!" With that, he moved swiftly, closing in on Zhao Wanyan
and pressing his hands against her small shoulders. Zhao Wanyan cried out in surprise, but her body couldn't move.
She saw Xiang Yang with only a cloth shirt on his upper body, so close to her. She felt both ashamed and flustered, her clear eyes
flashing with fear.
Seeing Zhao Wanyan's expression, Xiang Yang couldn't help but laugh. He withdrew his hands and instead draped his
outer robe over her, immediately putting his hands behind his back. His face was extremely serious as he said, "That's how it is
." Zhao Wanyan was stunned for a moment, but then she understood. She thought to herself, "I've been asleep for so long.
If really wanted to do that to me... to me... that kind of thing, he wouldn't have waited until now..." Thinking of this,
her face involuntarily flushed, and she whispered, "Aren't you... aren't you cold?" Xiang Yang said, "It's alright.
We can buy more in the town ahead. It's quite far from Luoyang. We should find a place to stay first."
Zhao Wanyan lowered her head and fiddled with the hem of her robe, whispering, "No... I'm going to the capital." Xiang Yang nodded
and said, "Alright, that's much closer. Let's go!" Zhao Wanyan exclaimed softly, "Ah, you..."
Xiang Yang said, "Of course I'll escort you, Miss. Wouldn't it be dangerous for you to travel alone?" Zhao Wanyan felt extremely shy.
His voice lowered further: "But...you...I..."
Suddenly, Xiang Yang let out a long howl, the sound reaching all directions, as if the river itself was surging with waves. Zhao Wanyan was startled
and asked, "What's wrong?" Xiang Yang stopped and smiled, saying, "What's wrong with you now? Do you want me to
open my ears to hear you speak, young lady? Speaking so softly, it's so uncomfortable!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanyan couldn't help but chuckle and said loudly, "Okay! Then I'll...I'll..." She could only
manage a few words before feeling embarrassed and lowering her voice, appearing very shy. Seeing her
smile, as gentle and elegant as spring blossoms, Xiang Yang was momentarily captivated. He composed himself and said, "It's getting dark
, let's go!" Zhao Wanyan suddenly said, "Wait a minute..." (Ten Scenes Satin (Part Two) ) Xiang Yang turned around and said, "What is it?" Zhao Wanyan pursed her lips, hesitant to speak, and after a long pause said, "I ...we shouldn't stay at the village inn, let's stay here tonight...okay?" Xiang Yang was very surprised and asked, "Why is that?" Zhao Wanyan blushed and said, " There might be looking for me..." Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Miss Zhao, are you worried about those bandits? Don't worry, even if their numbers are ten times greater, I, Xiang, can handle them just as well." Zhao Wanyan hurriedly shook her head and said, "It's not them...I...I don't want to be found by those people..." ..." Xiang Yang was surprised. Seeing Zhao Wanyan's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she didn't know how to phrase it, he said, "If you have something difficult to say, I won't ask. What's wrong with not staying at an inn? I'm just afraid you won't be comfortable sleeping in the wilderness." Zhao Wanyan's face lit up with joy, her dimples appearing slightly. She said softly, "Thank you, Young Master Xiang." Then she blushed again and whispered, "I need to ask Young Master Xiang for another favor..." Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Please speak freely." Zhao Wanyan's face turned completely red. She clasped her hands tightly together, turned her head down, and whispered, "Please... please look around to see if anyone is there... I... I want to... I want to take a bath in the river... " She didn't dare to raise her head at all, her fingers rubbing together, appearing both shy and uneasy. Xiang Yang laughed heartily, channeled his inner strength, and used his lightness skill to leap across the bridge and through the forest. He looked around swiftly, circled back to his original spot, and said, "There are people, but only two: you, young lady, and myself. What should we do?" Zhao Wanyan's heart pounded. She whispered, "Thank you, Young Master Xiang… um… you…" Xiang Yang clapped his hands and said, "That's it. I'll just take a nap behind the bridge pier. I absolutely won't peek at you. " Zhao Wanyan hummed in agreement, then said, "It's best… best not to sleep. What if someone comes? I… I …" Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Alright, I'll go stand guard." He strode away, waded into the river, and stood the other side of the bridge. Zhao Wanyan watched his retreating figure, suddenly feeling a flush on her face. She thought to herself, "I'm afraid someone might peek, but why am I not worried about him assaulting me?" She slowly walked to the riverbank, her mind a jumble of thoughts. The thought of a dashing man on the other side of the bridge, while she bathed here, filled her with increasing shyness, yet also a strange sense of relief. She felt he was bright and cheerful, and there was no need for suspicion. Lost in thought, she gently removed Xiang Yang's outer robe and untied her tattered silk garment, revealing a beauty rarely seen in the world, like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis… Xiang Yang, on the other side of the bridge pier, couldn't see the scene in the river, but thanks to his superior internal strength, he could hear everything clearly. He heard the sound of clothes being removed, the splashing of feet in the shallow water, and the occasional soft, melodious laughter. He didn't know what lay , but his heart pounded, and he didn't turn his head. Xiang Yang took a deep breath, exhaled sharply, and calmed himself slightly. Suddenly, he heard Zhao Wanyan cry out in surprise. His heart skipped a beat, thinking, "Could someone have come without my noticing!" His mind raced, and he leaped up, instantly crossing the bridge. He was about to chase away the intruder when he froze. Under the half-moon's glow, the moonlight cast a shadow on Zhao Wanyan's profile, highlighting her slender figure, graceful and elegant . Her skin, like soft, white jade, seemed to blend seamlessly with the moonlight. What was the river about? It wasn't anyone trespassing, but a golden koi leaping from the water, rising right in front of her. Xiang Yang reacted swiftly, witnessing this scene. The golden koi was exceptionally beautiful, yet even it couldn't match the exquisite, flawless, and ethereal beauty of Zhao Wanyan's body . With a leap, the koi's body gently glided over her shapely breasts, giving them a slight bounce. A fish tail trailed a spray of water , drenching Zhao Wanyan. Already soaked, she seemed draped in fine crystals. With , the golden carp returned to the water. Zhao Wanyan gently touched her chest with her left hand, bending down to look into the water. Her once disheveled long hair was now as smooth as silk, flowing freely, creating ripples in the water. The golden carp had swum away, its whereabouts unknown. A smile appeared on Zhao Wanyan's face as she murmured to herself, "Such a beautiful carp, this is the first time I've ever seen one..." Suddenly , she sensed a figure beside her. Turning her head, she saw Xiang Yang had crossed the bridge, staring at her intently. "Ah!" Zhao Wanyan was both surprised and embarrassed. She covered her chest with her hands and quickly hid in the water, only her head remaining above the surface. Xiang Yang snapped out of his daze and cried out, "I'm so sorry!" He quickly climbed back behind the bridge, catching his breath He was still lost in his own world, the beautiful scene from just now deeply imprinted in his mind, one he feared he would never forget for the rest of his life. Although he was forthright and straightforward with women, he held them in the highest esteem and had never seen a naked girl before, let alone such a beautiful one. He didn't know how Zhao Wanyan would react, thinking, "Whether she hits or scolds me, it's my own fault. I rushed out without understanding the situation, causing her unnecessary embarrassment." He couldn't help but think of her in the water, and became flustered and agitated, striking twice with his palms, leaving handprints . He didn't even notice that the bridge was a work of art. Some time passed, and Xiang Yang heard Zhao Wanyan calling, "Young Master Xiang, Young Master Xiang..." He stepped off the bridge and saw that Zhao Wanyan had already put on his robe. Her own upper garments were washed clean , but not dry, and hung on a small tree. The large men's robe and long skirt looked quite amusing; under normal circumstances, Xiang Yang would have laughed out loud, but the atmosphere was too awkward, and neither of them could speak . Zhao Wanyan's skin was as bright as the moon, her face as red as frost-covered maple leaves. She would sometimes purse her lips, sometimes fidget with the hem of her clothes , with Xiang Yang not before her, she had managed to call out "Young Master Xiang" several times, but now…

She couldn't utter a single word.
Suddenly, Xiang Yang asked, "Miss Zhao, how old are you this year?" Zhao Wanyan was startled, lowered her head, and gestured with her fingers to indicate
eighteen. Her heart pounded, wondering why he was asking.
Suddenly, a series of slapping sounds rang out. Xiang Yang's right hand lashed out, slapping himself thirty-six
times in a row. Zhao Wanyan was shocked and cried out, "What are you doing?" Xiang Yang said, "I am utterly ashamed! Miss asked me
to look around, but I actually saw your body. Your parents raised you for eighteen years; these thirty-
six slaps are my apology to them."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanyan gave a shy smile and said, "What apology do you have to my parents? You…you
didn't see their bodies." Xiang Yang clapped his hands and said, "Exactly! You should apologize to the young lady again."
He then raised his hand, ready to strike again. Zhao Wanyan quickly grabbed his hand, saying, "Enough, stop hitting me!"
Xiang Yang felt the softness of her hands, and with his wrists held by her two small hands, his heart fluttered, and he couldn't bring himself to hit
her. He glanced at her. Zhao Wanyan's cheeks flushed red, and she released his hand and ran away.
Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, gazing up at the night sky. He had only ever known one female disciple since childhood, but Hua Xuan
was lively and cheerful, and usually played with her junior brother Wen Yuan, so his relationship with her was purely that of a senior and junior brother.
Now, encountering this shy Miss Zhao, he felt increasingly at a loss, and a little strangely at ease.
Just then, Zhao Wanyan returned, handing him a damp handkerchief and whispering, "Wipe your face
? Will it hurt?" Xiang Yang took the handkerchief, which seemed to have a faint fragrance. He smiled and said, "
It's my own fault if it hurts; I deserve it." Zhao Wanyan sighed softly and said, "Sigh... I didn't say I blamed you, why did you have to
hit me so quickly?" Xiang Yang asked curiously, "Why don't you blame me?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanyan immediately became even more shy, clasping her hands tightly together and turning her head away. Xiang Yang
seemed to understand something and took a few steps closer. Zhao Wanyan couldn't help but take a few steps back, when suddenly she was blocked from behind, having
leaned against the small tree where she was drying her clothes. Zhao Wanyan gasped softly. Xiang Yang had already walked up to her. She lowered her head and said,
"Don't...don't come any closer! I...I..."
Xiang Yang was already flustered and trembling. Hearing her soft voice, he couldn't help but reach out and gently embrace
Zhao Wanyan . He whispered, "Miss Zhao, if you agree, I'm thinking of sending you back to Luoyang after we get to the capital."
Hearing him say this, Zhao Wanyan was both shy and happy. She whispered, "I...I already
promised...Those bandits have been filthy with me...I was afraid you wouldn't like it...that's why..."
As she spoke, she pointed to the river, then to the clothes on the tree, and lowered her head again.
Xiang Yang gently held Zhao Wanyan, smiling slightly, "Yes, now you're clean and tidy,
you don't need to be afraid of those villains anymore." Zhao Wanyan raised her head, her expression both shy and excited, and
said softly, "Young Master Xiang, you...you saved me, and you treated me so well...you saw me again...I
..." She paused, as if making a great decision, and whispered, "If it weren't for you,
who else could...could...um..." She felt it was too embarrassing for a girl to say such things, and finally couldn't
continue, but the meaning was obvious. Without further consideration, Xiang Yang tightly embraced the beauty in his arms and kissed her
lips.
"Ah..." Zhao Wanyan's soft cry was cut short as her pink lips were sealed, her starry eyes slightly opened, her long eyelashes trembling
slightly . For a moment, she felt her limbs warm and soft, unable to exert any strength. Only after the kiss ended
did she slowly open her eyes, her eyes slightly moist.
Xiang Yang gently laid Zhao Wanyan down on the grass, carefully untying the belt of her robe as if
handling a precious gem, afraid of even the slightest damage. He pulled the robe open, gently sliding it to the sides, revealing
her fair skin. Zhao Wanyan let out a soft "Ah," her delicate breasts swaying slightly with unease.
"Miss Zhao…?" Xiang Yang pulled her robe up to her shoulders, stopping his movements, gazing at
Zhao Wanyan. Zhao Wanyan lay weakly, turning her flushed face away, slightly relaxing her hands.
Xiang Yang supported her back with his right hand, extending his left hand to let the robe slide down her shoulders, through her arms, and onto the grass
.
Now, Zhao Wanyan's upper body was completely exposed. Unable to suppress the overwhelming shame, Zhao Wanyan
covered half her pretty face with her right hand.
"Ah…so embarrassing…" Zhao Wanyan dared not look at Xiang Yang, closing her eyes again
. Even so, she still felt the evening breeze between her legs, as her long skirt had been gently removed
. Zhao Wanyan asked softly, "What...what am I wearing?" Xiang Yang gently kissed her ear and
chuckled, "Nothing!" Zhao Wanyan made a soft "Mmm," her lips pressed tightly together, her whole body instantly
tensing, letting out a soft, delicate breath, still afraid to open her eyes. Until she felt
something pressing down on her body, knowing the time had finally come, she groggily opened her eyes, and Xiang Yang was already on top of
her , offering a reassuring smile.
A naked young couple, in this lush green grass. Zhao Wanyan tried her best to suppress her shyness
, whispering, "Young Master Xiang...please...um...be careful...
" As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Wanyan couldn't help but feel ashamed of her choice of words. The word "be careful"
was really inappropriate for this situation.
Xiang Yang smiled and said, "You're a delicate lady, how could you be careless?" Zhao Wanyan
felt a sweet warmth in her heart and said, "You...you'll still call me 'Miss'?" Xiang Yang gently stroked her hair and smiled, "
No, I won't. From now on, I'll just call you Wanyan, Wanyan..." "Mmm...ahh..." Zhao Wanyan
felt his caresses, from her hair to her shoulders, breasts, fingers, and lower abdomen...her tender young body was
experiencing unprecedented stimulation, and her snow-white skin gradually turned a faint pinkish-red as her breathing increased.
Xiang Yang's understanding of matters between men and women was not much different from Zhao Wanyan's; both were experiencing love for the first time.
However Zhao Wanyan was too shy, making Xiang Yang feel that he had to guide everything, tenderly caressing
every inch of skin he touched. These hands, which had been fierce and devastating in their attacks, were now full of tenderness and
affection . Xiang Yang cautiously elicited Zhao Wanyan's continuous low moans and soft gasps, his right hand gradually sliding between her long, slender
legs, tentatively exploring the girl's most private parts.
"Mmm..." Zhao Wanyan sensitively squeezed her legs together, revealing a plaintive expression. "Don't be afraid..."
Xiang Yang softly comforted her, yet he himself couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. With a slight exertion, he spread Zhao Wanyan's legs
a few inches apart, revealing a patch of sparse pubic hair that was already wet, appearing exceptionally alluring in the moonlight. Xiang Yang stopped...
Composing himself, he moved his lower body forward.
"Uh... umm...!" Zhao Wanyan, seeing a man's penis for the first time, was flustered and ashamed, unsure how to
react. Seeing Xiang Yang slowly thrusting towards her vulva, she couldn't help but let out a flustered moan. Xiang Yang
kissed her, pressing down on her aroused body, and slowly advanced inside.
As Xiang Yang went deeper, Zhao Wanyan's expression became even more chaotic. "Ahhh------! Ah..."
With a high-pitched moan, the two were tightly joined together. Xiang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Zhao Wanyan
's blindfolded eyes revealing an innocent expression, while she let out a weak breath: "Shall we begin...?"
Xiang Yang nodded and began to slowly thrust. At first, Zhao Wanyan managed to suppress her moans,
but when Xiang Yang's fingers brushed against her cherry lips, a surge of pleasure seemed to rush through her body, and she could no longer maintain her last
shred of restraint.
"Mmm... Ahh... Ah, ahh----------!"
The moonlight hid behind the clouds, but the two on the ground reached their most splendid moment. As
everything calmed down, Xiang Yang draped a long robe over Zhao Wanyan and let her sit against him. Zhao Wanyan
looked at the fallen petals in the grass, recalling the scene just now, her pretty face still flushed.
Xiang Yang whispered, "Wanyan!" Zhao Wanyan turned her head and looked up, a faint smile on her face. Xiang Yang asked, "Are
n't you too tired? Did I hurt you just now?" Zhao Wanyan chuckled softly, "It's alright." She then lowered her head
and thought , "Brother Xiang, we've done this ourselves, we can't... we can't let our parents
know first." Xiang Yang laughed, "That's right, I should think of a way to prepare the betrothal gifts, right? It's a pity I have no family or job,
so I'll have to put in some effort." Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "No need, Father has always been afraid I won't marry. I
chose this myself... how could it be bad?" Xiang Yang smiled and said, "
You'll know when I suddenly become naughty." Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "You won't."
Suddenly, Xiang Yang swept Zhao Wanyan up in his arms and laughed, "How about I show you how naughty I am?" He then
kissed . Although Zhao Wanyan had already experienced lovemaking, she still remained shy, struggling to laugh, "Stop fooling around!"
Suddenly, a shout came from afar, yelling, "Shameless scoundrel, put our young lady down!" Xiang Yang
was startled, and looking up, he saw three men rushing towards him, their steps swift, clearly skilled in martial arts. The three arrived in the blink of an eye
, shouting in unison, "You scoundrel, die!" The three men unleashed six palm strikes, all combined in one powerful blow, their force extremely fierce.
Zhao Wanyan was shocked and cried out, "Stop, you three! He's not..."
Xiang Yang didn't wait for Zhao Wanyan to explain herself. He pulled her behind him with his left hand, shielding her, and with his right hand in a
palm strike, he shouted, "Six palms against one, one move is enough!" This palm strike was his master's secret technique, the "Nine
Thunder Palm," named after the thunder drum used by the Yellow Emperor in his battle against Chiyou. Legend has it that the sound of this drum could shake the heavens and reach five hundred miles
. Nine consecutive drumbeats greatly boosted the morale of the Yellow Emperor's army, leading to a swift defeat of Chi You. This "Nine Thunder Palms" technique
, unleashed with fierce and powerful strikes, was truly invincible and unparalleled in its strength.
The three men's six-palm combo was their most formidable killing move, fast and fierce, and should have been
foolproof . Unexpectedly, Xiang Yang's palm strike immediately countered the force of two of the three men's palms. The follow-up force of the thunder palm then broke through
two more palms. The remaining two palms, before reaching their opponents, were shattered by the momentum of the third thunder palm. One palm, three forces,
completely neutralized the three men's signature techniques. While the three men were still in shock, a fourth thunder palm strike arose. Caught off guard, they
simultaneously bore the brunt of this immense force, staggering back several steps, losing their footing, and falling to the ground. They felt their breath stagnate
and could barely move, their faces turning ashen.
Xiang Yang laughed and turned to Zhao Wanyan, saying, "They're the ones who came looking for you?" Zhao Wanyan
nodded and said, "Yes, but I... Ah, be careful!" Her tone suddenly turned
terrified as she said the last two words. Xiang Yang felt a chill run down his spine. Startled, he darted back and immediately looked back. Sure enough, a flash of
sword light appeared before him; the swordsman was a middle-aged Taoist. Had he reacted any slower, his head would have been severed.
The Taoist exclaimed, "You villain, you've got some skill!"
Before , the sword light shifted rapidly, becoming chaotic and vast. A long sword seemed to transform into a large expanse of blue-white mist, instantly
enveloping Xiang Yang within a four-foot radius and slicing through Zhao Wanyan. Seeing the sword light flashing and even
blocking the Taoist's figure, Xiang Yang felt invigorated at the thought of encountering a powerful enemy right after his blissful encounter with Yunyu. He suddenly let out a thunderous shout and unleashed the
Nine Thunder Palms from a distance. The strike was like a thunderclap, and with a clang, it shattered the rapidly dancing longsword into two pieces
, the broken sword flying straight up.
Ten Scenes of Silk ( Part Three ) ===
... Fearing Xiang Yang might get hurt, Zhao Wanyan quickly cried out, "Master Lu, this Brother Xiang is a good person, please stop fighting!" The Lu-surnamed Taoist was engrossed in his fight when he heard this. He was greatly surprised and hastily withdrew his sword, stepping back several feet to scrutinize Xiang Yang. Xiang Yang walked to the three men, patted each of them on the shoulder, and laughed, "Forgive me, forgive me!" The three men, who feeling a tightness in their chests and unable to stand, felt a surge of energy flow through their bodies from the pats on their shoulders, instantly feeling much better. They all jumped to their feet. Master Lu sheathed his sword and said, "When Miss's carriage was robbed by the bandits of White Tiger Stronghold, I was locked in a fierce battle with their leader and couldn't spare the time. Miss was frightened, and I truly deserve to die." With that, he and the three men knelt down. Zhao Wanyan blushed and said, "Alright, get up! I... I'm perfectly fine. " She then secretly glanced at Xiang Yang. The four stood up. Lu Daoren said, "Since Miss is unharmed, it's truly a blessing. I've prepared a carriage in the town ahead; please set off." Zhao Wanyan hummed in agreement and said, "No need... You all go to the capital first; this Brother Xiang will escort me." The four exchanged bewildered glances, seemingly unable to believe what they were hearing. They knew this young lady was extremely shy , rarely uttering a word to a strange man; why would she want to travel with him? Lu Daoren said, "

"We are under orders to escort Miss to the capital, please do not make things difficult for her." Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "
Master Lu, don't worry, I will explain to my father, he will not blame you. I also need to take Brother Xiang to see
my father."
Master Lu was experienced and saw that the eyes between Zhao Wanyan and Yang were always full of affection. Hearing her
say this, he had already guessed what was going on. Seeing that Zhao Wanyan was dressed in a man's robe, he thought she might have already secretly pledged her
life . He snorted and said to Xiang Yang, "Your 'Nine Thunder Palms' technique is indeed extraordinary.
Was your master's surname Long or Hua?" Xiang Yang replied, "My master's surname was Hua."
Lu Daoren said "Oh," and
then said, "Hua Xuanqing has passed away? What a pity, another great master of our time is gone." He added, "Hua Xuanqing's successor must be of good character. Very well, since Miss has given
such instructions, this humble Daoist dares not disobey. But I hope Miss will arrive in the capital soon, so as not to..." Zhao Wanyan suddenly
cried out, "Ah, don't say it!" Lu Daoren was taken aback and said, "Yes, so as not to worry the master."
He said to the three men, "Give the things to Miss." One of the three men took off his bundle and handed it to
Zhao Wanyan. The four men bowed to Zhao Wanyan and left together.
Xiang Yang said, "Wanyan, your family has quite a few experts! This Taoist Lu's skill is truly formidable."
Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "Yes, he's my father's most valued person." As she spoke, she opened her bundle, which was
full of clothes and jewelry. Taoist Lu and the others searched around for Zhao Wanyan, fearing she might have been humiliated by the bandits
, so they had ordered someone to bring two sets of clothes so she wouldn't be embarrassed by being disheveled when they found her.
Xiang Yang laughed, "That's good, now you have clothes to wear. Come, come, take off your robe and give it back to me.
" Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "I wanted to wear this robe, Brother Xiang, you can wear these."
Xiang Yang rummaged through the bundle; everything was women's clothing. He laughed, "You want to tease me? I'll
strip ." With that, he grabbed Zhao Wanyan and hugged her tightly. Zhao Wanyan chuckled, "Alright, I'll change!"
Xiang Yang took off her long robe and took out a light green silk shirt from his bundle, saying, "This one?"
Zhao Wanyan chuckled softly, "Okay." Xiang Yang gently caressed her breast with his left hand and laughed,
"It's such a pity that such a beautiful body is covered by clothes." Zhao Wanyan blushed and said, "Don't say
that!" and reached for the clothes. Xiang Yang hid his right hand behind his back and said, "Wait,
answer me a question first." Zhao Wanyan asked, "What is it?" Xiang Yang asked, "What did you ask Lu Daoren
not to say ?"
Zhao Wanyan leaned against Xiang Yang's chest and said softly, "Don't ask, you'll know when we get to the capital...
If tell you, it might... not be good." Xiang Yang didn't want to press her, so he smiled and said, "Okay, then
I won't say!" As he spoke, he helped Zhao Wanyan put on the silk shirt, and Zhao Wanyan took out a silver hairpin and put it in her hair.
The beauty , enhanced by her attire, was even more captivating. Zhao Wanyan stood gracefully by the bridge, her green dress swaying gently in the breeze, truly like
a willow by the river, endlessly beautiful. Xiang Yang exclaimed, "Wanyan, no wonder that golden carp sank back down as soon as it leaped up
. The phrase 'sinking fish and falling geese' perfectly describes it."
Zhao Wanyan was overjoyed and whispered, "There are no geese flying here." Xiang Yang laughed, "
Of course there are! There's a beautiful goose landing right here in front of me." Zhao Wanyan tilted her head slightly, revealing a
shy expression.
Immersed in their deep affection, the two leaned against a tree, talking intimately, and didn't sleep a wink all night. At sunrise, Xiang Yang
and Zhao Wanyan bought two horses in town and headed north to the capital.
Having just tasted the sweetness of love, they traveled very slowly, seemingly wishing the capital would never be reached. Zhao Wanyan was shy
and dared not be intimate with Xiang Yang in the inn, fearing that other guests would hear. For two consecutive days, they slept outdoors.
As dusk approached, the two traveled through desolate mountains, still without seeing a town. Xiang Yang laughed, "Wanyan, are we sleeping in the wilderness
again ?" Zhao Wanyan chuckled, "I don't know, you tell me." Xiang Yang smiled, then suddenly
reined in his horse, remaining silent. Zhao Wanyan asked curiously, "Brother Xiang, what's wrong?"
Xiang Yang didn't answer. After a moment, he addressed a grove of trees ahead, "Friends ahead, how much longer
will show yourselves?"
Suddenly, people surged out of the surrounding bushes, some carrying knives, some spears, most with hostile
faces . Then, three leaders emerged, one of whom was the third leader of White Tiger Stronghold.
Another was thin and bony, with a long, unkempt beard and narrow, squinting eyes. The last man was burly, bald on top but with
a thick beard, exuding a fierce aura.
The burly giant's eyes widened as he said, "Brother, you truly keep your word! You've arrived in three days and truly trampled
our White Tiger Stronghold!" Xiang Yang clasped his hands in a fist salute and said, "I dare not! Actually, I've just found my sweetheart and was in a good mood
. I'd long forgotten about my promise to raze White Tiger Stronghold to the ground in three days. Today I was merely passing through,
but as fate would have it, I've been forced to come and trample it." He then laughed heartily.
The skinny man snorted and said, "Boy, who are you?" Xiang Yang replied, "My name is Xiang Yang.
I suppose the three stronghold leaders haven't heard of this nobody. Anyway, I don't know your names either, so we're even.
" The skinny man angrily retorted, "Even when death is imminent, you're still so stubborn!" He flew out, his right hand, with its five claws, aimed diagonally at Xiang Yang's
left shoulder, the strike precise and ruthless.
"This skinny guy is incredibly skilled, far superior to that fat guy. His grabbing technique is extremely powerful!" Xiang Yang thought to himself with a silent admiration .
He flipped his left palm to parry the attack from the outside, then swiftly thrust his right palm towards the center. The skinny guy quickly reached out with
his left hand to grab, but missed, and the force of the palm had already shifted to his waist. The skinny guy's face showed surprise, and he swayed and flew backward, barely
avoiding the attack.
The giant man pointed with his thumb and said, "Good skill! Brother Xiang, this is my third brother, Guo Degui, and this is my
second brother, Ding Ze." He pointed to the three leaders of the stronghold, then to the skinny guy, and continued, "
I am Tong Wanhu. The three of us brothers established the White Tiger Stronghold. Do you know why?" Xiang Yang said, "I would like to hear the details."
Tong Wanhu glanced at Zhao Wanyan and said, "It's because of the father of this girl beside you, the dignified
Prince Jingwei, Zhao Tingrui, hmph!" As he said this, his eyes revealed an extremely resentful look. Xiang Yang glanced at Zhao Wanyan,
noticing her pale face and her gently biting her lower lip. Prince Jingwei, Zhao, had a bad reputation among the people; many
secretly cursed him, saying he amassed wealth and oppressed the common folk. While the truth was unknown, the rumors
were certainly true .
Tong Wanhu said, "Nineteen years ago, this old scoundrel Zhao encountered a large group of assassins on these mountains. At that time, the three
of us brothers were his guards. My second brother blocked a poisoned dart in front of him...hehe, he didn't die..."
He died, but the poison seeped into his bones and muscles, impossible to eradicate completely, turning a once strong man into this state. "
Miss Zhao, did you see clearly?" Zhao Wanyan lowered her head, remaining silent.
Tong Wanhu continued, "The one surnamed Tong covered his retreat, and the third brother rescued the second brother. He and
several guards protected him, escaping to the riverbank with only a small boat. Hmph, second brother, what was the situation then?
" Ding Ze's narrow eyes suddenly gleamed, and he said in a deep voice, "We all got on the small boat, but it was too deep and
couldn't move fast. The old thief saw the pursuers were almost there, and deeming me too wounded and useless, he pushed me into the river." Tong Wanhu
nodded and said, "Third brother, what about you?" Guo Degui said, "The old thief said I was too heavy, and ordered that fellow surnamed
Lu to kick me into the river as well. But he didn't expect the second brother to be alive. The second brother rescued me and brought me ashore
, where I treated him with a dart—a life for a life."
Xiang Yang saw Zhao Wanyan's face growing increasingly pale. Feeling a pang of pity, he said, "Chief Tong..." Tong Wanhu
said, "As for me, Tong, after killing two assassins, I was also seriously injured. I rolled down a nearby hillside
and fainted, thinking I was surely going to die. But when I woke up, there were two severed hands beside me. Judging from
the color of the clothes on the arms, they belonged to the enemies who had been chasing me. Then I saw a giant white tiger. Brother Tiger, please come out and
meet our honored guest."
A tiger's roar could be faintly heard from the forest. The bandits quickly made way, and a white-furred
tiger with black stripes slowly stepped out. Xiang Yang and Zhao Wanyan were both astonished. They had never seen such a white tiger before, only thinking it was
a mythical creature. They never expected that there would actually be one. The white tiger was much larger than an ordinary tiger, with a fierce aura.
Its eyes seemed to gleam with light, as if it were about to devour someone at any moment.
Tong Wanhu said, "This white tiger didn't eat me; instead, it let me recuperate in a mountain cave. Two days later
, it carried my second and third brothers to the cave. The three of us escaped death, all thanks to this tiger brother.
I don't know if it's because my name is related to tigers, but I got along very well with this tiger brother. After our injuries had half healed, one day
I went down the mountain to buy wine and discovered that the old thief Zhao had issued a notice saying that I had conspired with an assassin to rebel against the emperor, and offered a reward for my capture.
In shock and anger, I rushed to Luoyang alone to find out how my family was doing. Heh heh, all the men
were imprisoned , and the women were all captured and taken to the Prince's mansion. They all died in less than three years."
At this point, he became ruthless... He glared fiercely at Zhao Wanyan and shouted, "I, Tong, was blind to have chosen such an ungrateful
master, so be it. My wife's fate was unknown, manipulated by that old thief's men,
and he was afraid I was still alive and wanted to get rid of me. I was no match for Lu the Thief at the time and couldn't do anything to them.
Heh heh, so I returned to the mountain and established White Tiger Stronghold. Every brother in the stronghold has suffered persecution at the hands of that old thief Zhao. Miss Zhao, the brothers
in the stronghold have inquired about you. You are kind-hearted and well-liked in Luoyang. I originally didn't want to harm you.
But the hatred of the brothers of White Tiger Stronghold cannot go unavenged. The sins your father committed will be avenged from you."
He continued, "Brother Xiang, you saw injustice and beat my third brother soundly; that was your
act of righteousness, and I have nothing to say about it. But this matter has nothing to do with you, so please leave on your own and do not interfere."
Zhao Wanyan shook her head sadly and said, "Father... is that really true?" Xiang Yang dismounted and
said loudly, "Chief Tong, I really don't know much about Prince Zhao. But even if what you say is true,
I personally witnessed Chief Guo's plundering. It's
one , but its other actions are clearly unrelated and not honorable. If you want to keep Miss Zhao
, I, Xiang Yang, will never agree to it."
Tong Wanhu drew his thick-backed ghost-head saber with a "whoosh" and shouted, "Brother Xiang, if you insist, there's nothing I can say.
I'll have to take you down the mountain!" Xiang Yang raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll learn from you!" Tong Wanhu roared, and
the three chiefs attacked together. Tong Wanhu unleashed his family's secret sword technique, powerful and fierce. Ding Ze
countered
with his bare hands, employing an eagle claw stance, incredibly ruthless. Guo Degui's double hammers were kicked into the river, leaving him without a weapon, so he grabbed a steel staff instead. Xiang Yang exhaled deeply, focusing his attention on finding an opening. He parried the eagle claw with his hand, his palm striking the blade. Before three moves were over, he kicked
Guo Degui in a vital pressure point in his waist. The force was devastating; the obese man flew straight away and crashed to the ground, unable to move
. Tong and Ding dared not underestimate their opponents, their moves precise and meticulous.
Zhao Wanyan watched her lover fight two enemies alone, her palms sweating profusely, her heart filled with anxiety, yet helpless.
Suddenly, her foot tightened; she had been grabbed by a bandit.
"Ah!" Zhao Wanyan cried out in surprise as several bandits pulled her off her horse. They coveted Zhao Wanyan
's beauty, and while their leader was locked in battle, they too seized the opportunity to assault her. Six or seven bandits surrounded her, pinning her
against a cypress tree. Ignoring her terrified expression, several hands simultaneously attacked.
"Damn it!" Xiang Yang, seeing this, flew into a rage. Forgetting his own safety, he broke through
the encirclement of Tong and Ding, unleashing a flurry of blows. The bandits screamed in pain, flying one by one
. He held Zhao Wanyan tightly in his left arm, asking, "Are you alright?" Zhao Wanyan, slightly shaken, nodded
, then suddenly cried out, "Blood... Brother Xiang, your left leg...!" Only then did Xiang Yang feel
a had managed to escape to save her, but his opening had been exposed, and he had been struck by Tong Wanhu's blade. Before he could stop the bleeding with acupressure,
Tong Wanhu's blade struck again, while Ding Ze attacked from above and below with his claws, and several bandits joined the fray.
The situation was perilous. Without hesitation, Xiang Yang stepped in front of Zhao Wanyan, his inner energy circulating three times. With a long
roar , his arms unleashed a barrage of attacks like a raging storm. Before one attack was finished, another followed. The Nine Thunder Palms
, "Thunderous Drumming Mountains and Rivers," resembled a sudden clap of thunder from the horizon, causing all things to tremble in fear, overwhelming and unstoppable.
In an instant, the Ghost Head Blade, struck by the force, snapped in two. Ding Ze's Eagle Claw was thwarted, suffering two blows to his chest and abdomen,
blood gushing out as he staggered back several steps. The bandits who had approached Xiang Yang were all sent flying, crashing into
trees or falling to the ground. Finally, Xiang Yang's full-force attack on Tong and Ding had managed to inflict heavy damage on the bandits, but
they were not fatally wounded. Tong Wanhu managed to parry, but his inner energy surged, his expression changing drastically. Glancing at
the thick- , he involuntarily took two steps back.
Xiang Yang unleashed his ultimate move with all his might, his blood surging, blood gushing from the wound on his leg. He nearly lost his footing
and let out a soft groan. Zhao Wanyan exclaimed, "Brother Xiang!" Xiang Yang turned and smiled, saying, "No problem!"
He rallied his spirits, pressed several acupoints on his leg, and the bleeding immediately slowed. He raised his head and glanced around.
The bandits, intimidated by his remaining power, dared not step forward for a moment, most instead taking a few steps back.
Suddenly, a deafening roar shook everyone. Echoing through the valley, the white tiger slowly emerged, walking
towards Xiang Yang and Zhao Wanyan. Its tail swayed gently up and down, its eyes gleaming, and it growled in a deep voice.
Ten Scenes of Silk (Part Four)

The bandits of White Tiger Stronghold retreated hastily upon seeing the white tiger approach, clearing a space. Tong Wanhu had personally witnessed it
kill soldiers who had attacked the stronghold, including a highly skilled guard, and knew it
was quite different . It usually lived in caves and occasionally roamed the mountain streams. White Tiger Stronghold was named after it, and
facing Xiang Yang, a formidable enemy, it seemed to be personally hunting. Tong Wanhu was overjoyed and said, "Brother Tiger,
it would be wonderful if you could help us deal with this brat." He took a steel knife from one of his men and
strode forward.
Unexpectedly, the white tiger suddenly turned its head, letting out a deep, low growl, and tilted its head towards Tong Wanhu. Tong Wanhu
was taken aback before saying, "That's right, Brother Tiger is going hunting alone; we don't need to help."
The white tiger turned back, stood up respectfully, and stared at Xiang Yang and Zhao Wanyan. Xiang Yang, seeing the beast poised to
pounce, thought, "Wanyan is here; it's too dangerous!" A thought flashed through his mind. He picked up Zhao Wanyan, leaped up
, and intended to place her in a tree so he could fight without worry. He
had only leaped five or six feet when a sudden gust of wind arose overhead, and a dark shadow loomed over them. The white tiger had leaped
more ten feet into the air, already above Xiang Yang, incredibly fast and fierce.
With a roar, its claws slashed down, aiming straight for Xiang Yang's head. Zhao Wanyan cried out in alarm, and Xiang Yang was also startled. In the nick of time, he struck the tree trunk with his palm, using the force
to fly , barely dodging the tiger's claws. The white tiger tumbled and landed steadily, its front paws outstretched, roaring as it pounced.
Seeing the tiger's formidable power, Xiang Yang feared he might accidentally injure Zhao Wanyan. He had barely managed to push her back with his left palm when
the tiger's shadow appeared. With a clear whistle, Xiang Yang spun around just as the tiger's claws were about
to strike him, weaving between them and leaping into the air. He executed a mid-air somersault, his thunderous palm striking the white tiger squarely on the forehead. Using the momentum, he
flipped again, mounting the tiger's back. The white tiger, struck on the forehead, roared angrily but seemed unfazed
. As Xiang Yang climbed onto its back, the tiger's tail suddenly whipped up like a black and white whip. Xiang Yang grabbed the tail,
ready to exert force, but unexpectedly, the tail suddenly lashed out with a force of at least several hundred pounds. Xiang Yang
was thrown off the tiger's back and slammed to the ground.
The white tiger roared and pounced like lightning. Before Xiang Yang could land, he braced his right hand against the ground,
dodging the heavy claw. The claw struck a cypress tree, causing the trunk to shake violently before snapping in two, branches and leaves falling
as it collapsed. Everyone scattered in alarm.
Xiang Yang was secretly astonished: "What exactly is this white tiger? How can an ordinary tiger possess such strength?"
Before he could think further, he spun around and landed firmly. The white tiger's movements were incredibly swift; if one pounce missed, another would follow immediately, like
a top-tier martial arts master, its power unstoppable. Xiang Yang used his agile footwork to dodge the two attacks, circling to the tiger's side. He channeled his strength into
his toes and delivered a swift right kick, striking the tiger squarely in the belly.
The kick was as sharp as a cone, injuring the tiger's internal abdomen. The white tiger roared in pain and lashed out with its claws.
Xiang Yang's kick was too powerful to dodge; he barely managed to turn and flip, feeling a sharp pain in his left leg as
the tiger's claws swept across his knife wound, spraying blood everywhere. The bandits of White Tiger Stronghold cheered.
"Brother Xiang!" Zhao Wanyan, terrified, rushed forward, her face pale. Seeing Xiang Yang's mangled wound, she was
filled anxiety and fear. Xiang Yang was alarmed. If the white tiger pounced now, he could no longer protect both Zhao Wanyan and
himself.
However, the white tiger did not pounce; instead, it slowly crouched and approached. Xiang Yang frantically channeled his inner energy into his palm, thinking, "
Even if I inevitably die in the tiger's jaws, I must kill it with a single blow to ensure Wan Yan's safety." Suddenly, a
pang of pain shot through him: "Even if I kill this white tiger, Wan Yan will still fall into the hands of these thieves. That would be worse than death.
I absolutely cannot let that happen..."
Zhao Wan Yan watched the white tiger approach, her heart filled with immense fear, clinging tightly to Xiang Yang's body. The white tiger suddenly
stopped, raised its head towards Zhao Wan Yan, and let out two deep cries, "Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo."
Xiang Yang and Zhao Wan Yan exchanged a glance, both feeling puzzled. The white tiger's ferocity had completely vanished; compared to before,
it was remarkably friendly. The white tiger approached Zhao Wan Yan and let out another soft roar. Zhao Wan Yan was greatly surprised. Mustering her courage
, she slowly reached out and gently touched the tiger's fur. The white tiger immediately rubbed its face against her hand.
Everyone was utterly astonished. They never expected that the ferocious beast, just moments before, would be
so docile under the beautiful woman's gentle touch, like a cat. The white tiger lowered its body, flicked its tail at Zhao Wanyan, and then coiled it around
its back . Zhao Wanyan's fear subsided slightly, and she asked, "Brother Xiang, does it want me to ride on it?" Xiang Yang
was also filled with doubt, and said, "I don't know, maybe?" The white tiger raised its head towards Xiang Yang, then turned to look at
Zhao Wanyan, flicking and coiling its tail again.
Zhao Wanyan mustered her courage, stepped forward, and gently stroked the white tiger's fur. Suddenly, the tiger's tail coiled around
Zhao Wanyan's slender waist, lifting her up and gently placing her on its back. Zhao Wanyan was both surprised and delighted, and cried out,
"Brother Xiang, it won't hurt anyone! Come over here too!" Just as Xiang Yang was about to approach, the white tiger
roared and shook its head. Xiang Yang laughed heartily, "No, no, this tiger only loves beauties. He'll only offer me
a claw strike."
The white tiger's eyes widened, it circled once, and its right foreleg stomped twice on the ground, as if to say, "
All of you stay here and don't move!" Then it carried Zhao Wanyan
and darted into the forest. Xiang Yang and Tong Wanhu were all startled and were about to give chase. They had only taken a few steps when the white tiger suddenly turned around,
roared , glared at Tong Wanhu, and then stared at Xiang Yang with a "whoosh," as if to say, "What are you doing
?" "What's the rush? We'll bring her back in a bit!" Before they could react, the white tiger had already darted out of the forest.
Seeing the white tiger run away, Zhao Wanyan was terrified. She felt the grass and trees rushing past, truly a case of "riding
a tiger and finding it hard to dismount." She could only cling tightly to its neck to avoid falling, thinking to herself, "This white tiger seems to have a spirit;
where is it taking me? I'll go see." Although she was inevitably afraid, she had no other choice.
The white tiger moved freely through the mountains and forests, sometimes high, sometimes low, truly
surpassing
even a fine horse. Before long, they arrived at a cave. The forest was lush, and the steep slope to the left indicated that it was rarely inhabited. The white tiger rushed into the cave. Zhao Wanyan's vision went black for a moment, then suddenly brightened. It wasn't a cave at all, but a small clearing surrounded by cliffs, with a passage
leading outside. The white tiger stopped, lowered its body, and let Zhao Wanyan dismount.
Its back was extremely broad, and after riding for a while, Zhao Wanyan felt some discomfort in her groin and almost lost her balance. She looked
around, seeing nothing amiss, and was wondering what was going on when suddenly she felt a weight on her back—it was the white tiger pressing down on her. Zhao Wanyan
screamed in as she was pinned down.
The white tiger hovered over Zhao Wanyan, its forepaws reaching out to tear at her clothes, its sharp claws already hidden beneath its paw pads. Zhao Wanyan
Startled and filled with shame and fear, she struggled incessantly. The white tiger stopped, staring at her face, seemingly quite
puzzled . Zhao Wanyan took a breath, then realized, "It's a tiger. What right does a beast have to wear clothes?
Of course it thinks I shouldn't be wearing clothes." Seeing the white tiger about to paw at her again, Zhao Wanyan blushed, thinking,
"It's not human, so it doesn't matter if I'm not wearing clothes. But... what is it going to do?"
She had no time to think further, and gently unbuttoned her top. The white tiger retreated a few steps, then moved towards her lower body. Zhao Wanyan's
face flushed, and she lay down, curling up, and removed her gauze skirt.
A rare and exotic beast and a beautiful, naked young woman created an extremely eerie and beautiful scene.
The white tiger mounted Zhao Wanyan's body, licked her cheek with its tongue, and then licked its way down her body.
Zhao Wanyan cried out in alarm, feeling a burning, tingling, and numb sensation where the tiger had licked her. An indescribable,
intense stimulation spread throughout her body, causing her to cry out "Ah!" in a panic, unsure of what to
do .
The white tiger's tongue licked her chest, then suddenly opened its mouth, taking her soft breasts into its mouth
. "Ahhh, ahhh!" Zhao Wanyan cried out in agony. The white tiger didn't let its sharp teeth touch her tender flesh
; its jaws slowly opened and closed, its tongue teasing the nipples back and forth.
The girl's hands gripped the white tiger's fur tightly, but to the tiger, this force was like a
tickle . Zhao Wanyan's mind went blank, and she gasped for breath. Her snow-white breasts flushed red,
deforming and bouncing under the pressure of the tiger's jaws, and the nipples in its mouth had unknowingly become erect. A breath of hot air shot out from the white tiger's
throat , and Zhao Wanyan let out an unbearable moan, feeling a warm, melting sensation on her chest
.
"Ah...why...it's like...like Brother Xiang..." Zhao Wanyan let out a
soft , feeling that this white tiger was exactly like Xiang Yang. His ferocity in battle and his gentleness towards her were
major reasons why she admired Xiang Yang; she never expected a strange beast to give her this feeling. The difference was that
Xiang Yang couldn't possibly suckle and lick both of her breasts at the same time; it was something no human mouth could do.
"Mmm, mmm, ahh..." Zhao Wanyan experienced a sensation that was neither wild nor gentle,
panting , moaning, and writhing. "How could this be...now I'm with a wild beast...a tiger..." Zhao Wanyan
was bewildered, constantly experiencing inexplicable excitement. "Now it's licking the lower side...the tip...ah
...rubbing...so hot...no...what am I thinking..."
If this white tiger were any other man, based on her love for Xiang Yang, Zhao Wanyan might only
feel shame and humiliation. But facing a tiger, a creature unrelated to morality, her defenses were completely breached.
Zhao Wanyan had forgotten the white tiger's sharp teeth and claws, completely captivated. The tiger's mouth was filled with its scorching
breath, like an oven to the girl's delicate body.
The white tiger growled softly, finally releasing Zhao Wanyan's breasts. Two mounds of pink, tender skin, wet and
swaying, seemed to make a sizzling sound. "Ugh..." Zhao Wanyan cried out in pain.
Her skin, burning hot in the tiger's steaming mouth, was suddenly exposed; the sudden change in temperature made her tense, her body
jerking violently, her chest feeling as if it had turned into a light, floating ball of cotton.
The white tiger suddenly roared repeatedly, circling Zhao Wanyan, looking at her lower body, its head darting between her
legs . "Ah!" Zhao Wanyan shuddered, feeling something soft slide past, making a "
sizzling" sound. Her lower body was already soaking wet; the tiger's tongue licked a large mouthful. Two tiger paws
pried open her pink legs, burying their heads beneath, licking and drinking with gusto. Zhao Wanyan was so ashamed
she almost cried. Never before in her life had her legs been spread like this, her lower body completely exposed.
The tiger's paws weren't strong, but they were still too much for her delicate body to bear. Zhao Wanyan bit her lip, finally
unable to hold back a scream.
The white tiger raised its head and stood up, hovering over her again, shifting forward slightly. The white tiger was enormous, and Zhao Wanyan's
small body was completely shrouded in its shadow. The white tiger's front paws flicked, flipping Zhao Wanyan over, one paw
pressing down on her back. Zhao Wanyan let out a soft "uh," gasping for breath. Her still-hot chest was now
pressed against the ground, suffocating and uncomfortable. Just as she opened her mouth to cry out, she suddenly felt something rubbing against her crotch.
"Ahhh!" Zhao Wanyan cried out in horror, her body trembling as if struck by lightning. A
scene of utter depravity, lewdness, shame, and wantonness flashed through her mind. She had never imagined that a wild beast would commit such an unspeakable
act against a human, yet that thing was already probing her secret place, only unable to penetrate.
"No, no...!" Zhao Wanyan cried out helplessly, hoping that this extraordinary white tiger could
understand her, but the thing exerted force, pressing against her wet flower, as if a thick piece of flesh was trying to force its way in
. Zhao Wanyan cried out in despair, her vision blurring. Suddenly, she saw a white shadow; the white tiger was standing in
front of her, and something was clearly trying to penetrate her between her legs. Zhao Wanyan was startled. "Not a tiger... Ah!
Who...?"
Zhao Wanyan quickly turned over and looked closely. Her face immediately turned bright red. It was a small tiger,
also entirely white, about the size of a kitten, digging between her legs with its front paws, as if trying to dig for
water. Zhao Wanyan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself, "How could I have imagined... imagined... that kind of...
shameful thing?" She couldn't help but laugh and feel ashamed at the thought.
The white tiger growled softly, and the small tiger immediately ran over, leaving several wet paw prints on the ground with its right front paw.
Zhao Wanyan saw this and felt a pang of shame. The white
tiger growled softly at her again. Zhao Wanyan was stunned and was about to get up and walk towards the white tiger when the white tiger let out a series of soft growls and shook its head slightly.
A thought struck Zhao Wanyan: "Always trying to imitate tigers?" She suppressed her shame and
crawled towards the white tiger on all fours. The white tiger seemed quite satisfied, lowering its body, and the cub immediately stepped forward to suckle.
Seeing this, Zhao Wanyan suddenly realized, "Ah, this tiger is female, and these are her cubs
." Knowing it wasn't a male tiger, she felt relieved and much more at ease, all the strange thoughts from before
disappearing . The white tiger let the cub suckle, then beckoned to Zhao Wanyan with its front paws. A thought flashed through Zhao Wanyan's mind:
"Does it want me to imitate the cubs?" Suddenly, she felt her face flush, and looking at the tiger's milk, she felt embarrassed. Just as
she was undecided, the white tiger growled repeatedly, urging her on. Zhao Wanyan said to herself, "Oh well, no one's watching anyway
, so I'll just do it..." She gently raised her head, suckling at the tiger's milk, feeling somewhat lost. A baby suckling is
instinctive ; as an adult, one often doesn't know how to do it. She suckled awkwardly for a moment, then suddenly felt a stream of milk flow into her mouth.
The milk was warm and thick. Zhao Wanyan's eyebrows trembled slightly as she drank it down little by little, finding it rather
tasteless . Before long, she had mastered the art of suckling.
The white tiger let Xiaohu and Zhao Wanyan suckle for a while, then suddenly pushed Xiaohu aside, leaving only Zhao Wanyan to nurse
. Zhao Wanyan was surprised and confused, but dared not stop, her soft lips moving incessantly. Xiaohu
tried to come closer, but was always pushed away by the white tiger, whimpering and listlessly circling around.
After a while , the tiger milk became increasingly thin. Suddenly, the white tiger paused with its front paws, pushed Zhao Wanyan aside, lay down on the ground,
mouth wide open, seemingly exhausted.
Zhao Wanyan had suckled her fill of tiger milk, then gently lay prone on the ground, feeling her whole body tense, especially her chest, which felt
bloated, and she gasped for breath. "Mmm...it feels so uncomfortable...it feels hot all over..." Just as she was feeling confused
, Little Tiger suddenly jumped over, sniffed her, and lay down to suckle her right breast.
"Uh...? Ah..." Zhao Wanyan immediately felt a wave of weakness as Little Tiger began to suckle.
Zhao Wanyan felt a sense of relief, as if the heat throughout her body was slowly being absorbed away. She thought to herself, "I just
got together with Brother Xiang, I'm not pregnant yet, how could I have breast milk? This little white tiger, no matter how much it sucks, it's no use...
mmm...mmm...?" Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly felt a warm sensation rush to her breasts. Little Tiger sucked with a "slurp,"
and milk flowed out. Zhao Wanyan was filled with surprise and shame, not understanding what was happening. She only felt that as Little Tiger suckled, her limbs
gradually relaxed, and her nipples felt itchy, an indescribable strange sensation. The white tiger watched, letting out a long, low growl, its tone slightly raised
, seemingly quite satisfied.
Zhao Wanyan sat up, cradling the tiger cub in her arms and letting it nurse quietly. The cub curled up,
closing to drink its fill. Zhao Wanyan suddenly felt a surge of joy, thinking, "
How wonderful it would be if I could hold my brother and my child like this!"
The cub, having finished nursing, jumped down, and the white tiger brought Zhao Wanyan's clothes. Zhao Wanyan
chuckled , "Sister Tiger, you almost scared me to death! So you wanted me to feed this tiger cub." She finished
dressing. The white tiger roared at the cub with great majesty, tilting its head towards Zhao Wanyan. The cub turned its head to look at
Zhao Wanyan, then whimpered softly at the white tiger. The white tiger roared several times in a deep voice, patting the cub's head with its front paw.
The cub whimpered for a while, then, as if having made up its mind, moved closer to Zhao Wanyan's feet. The white tiger growled softly at Zhao Wanyan
, lowered its body, and flicked its tail. Zhao Wanyan was taken aback. She picked up the little tiger, mounted the white tiger,
and said, "Tiger Sister, do you want me to take care of the tiger cub?"
The white tiger roared and rushed out of the cave, running swiftly like the wind back into the forest. Before long, they arrived at
their previous spot. Ding Ze lay nearby, while Xiang Yang and Tong Wanhu were locked in fierce combat, their palm strikes and blade flashing intensely.
With a loud roar, the white tiger pounced. The two were startled and separated.
Seeing Xiang Yang's left leg covered in blood, and dozens of bandits lying scattered on the ground, Zhao Wanyan knew
he must have suffered from this injury during a very dangerous battle. She quickly dismounted from the tiger's back and rushed
forward , calling out, "Brother Xiang! Your injury..." Xiang Yang was overjoyed to see Zhao Wanyan return and laughed,
"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious!" Seeing the white tiger cub she was holding, he paused, asking, "What
? What's that?" Zhao Wanyan smiled, "It's a tiger cub."
Suddenly, the white tiger roared loudly, its roar filled with rapid breathing, barking urgently at Xiang Yang and Zhao Wanyan.
Having experienced the strange event with it, Zhao Wanyan seemed to sense its emotions and whispered, "Brother Xiang
, she wants us to leave quickly!" She then tried to put the cub down. The white tiger roared again, suddenly lost its footing, stumbled
forward , but still raised its head and roared urgently. The little tiger cried out mournfully, then turned and leaped back into Zhao Wanyan's arms.
Zhao Wanyan gasped softly, "Sister Tiger, do you want me to take the baby away?"
Tong Wanhu roared, "Where do you think you're going?" He brandished his steel blade and charged forward. The white tiger suddenly
stood up , roaring angrily at Tong Wanhu, its whiskers bristling. Tong Wanhu was startled and cried out, "Brother Tiger, what's
wrong?"
Zhao Wanyan chuckled, "Chief Tong, you've got it wrong, you should call me Sister Tiger!" Tong Wanhu was taken aback. Xiang
Yang, seeing the opportunity, had already picked up Zhao Wanyan and laughed, "Brother Tong, excuse me, we'll
settle !" He used his light footwork to dash away towards the edge of the forest. Tong Wanhu was about to give chase when the white tiger blocked his path
with a roar. Tong Wanhu was filled with suspicion, thinking, "Why is Brother Tiger stopping me? Does it think it shouldn't have captured
Miss Zhao?"
Xiang Yang carried Zhao Wanyan out of the forest without slowing down, until they could see a town ahead. Only then did he stop,
put Zhao Wanyan down, and tore a strip of cloth from his sleeve to bandage his left leg injury. Zhao
Wanyan was worried because his left leg was bleeding profusely. She said, "Shall we go to town and find a doctor?" Xiang Yang shook his head and smiled,
"I can handle this kind of injury myself. No need to trouble yourself." Zhao Wanyan was still uneasy, so she found
an inn for him to stay in that night so he could recover .
The two entered the room, and Zhao Wanyan tipped the waiter and put the little white tiger down. The waiter looked at it and
was very surprised. He said, "Miss, this cat is quite strange. Look at its markings, it looks just like a little tiger.
" Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "It is. Brother waiter, you can go now!" The waiter looked puzzled and
left the room.
Xiang Yang had suffered a severe leg injury in a fierce battle that day. To avoid worrying Zhao Wanyan, he remained
calm and composed . When asked about the white tiger, Zhao Wanyan blushed and stammered out a clear account, leaving Xiang Yang
unsure whether to be surprised or amused. After finishing her story in a low voice, Zhao Wanyan timidly asked, "Brother Xiang, will you...
will you look down on me?" Xiang Yang smiled and said, "How could I?" Zhao Wanyan said urgently, "But...but
I actually felt...that...it was so unfair to you..."
Xiang Yang's heart stirred. He hugged Zhao Wanyan tightly and said softly, "Wanyan, don't think like that! It was just
a tiger. You didn't do anything wrong, and you didn't wrong me at all."
Zhao Wanyan felt a surge of joy and lowered her head. Suddenly, she remembered Tong Wanhu's words, and a wave of sorrow washed over her
. She sighed. Xiang Yang asked curiously, "Wan Yan?" Zhao Wan Yan whispered, "Brother Xiang, my father is Prince
Jingwei . His reputation has always been bad, and I don't know if it's true or not." Xiang Yang said, "I don't know either."
Zhao Wan Yan said, "Brother Xiang, I've always been afraid to tell you...you..." Xiang Yang gently kissed Zhao Wan Yan
and said, "Why should I care whether your father is good or evil, rich or poor? As long as you are so gentle and lovely,
so kind, what else do I care?"
Zhao Wan Yan leaned on Xiang Yang's shoulder, feeling sweet inside, and all her worries vanished for a moment. That night, the two were exceptionally
intimate. Zhao Wan Yan thought of the White Tiger incident, feeling shy, but she acted even more tenderly, momentarily forgetting herself .
Unaware that they were in an inn, they couldn't stop making noise. Seeing her lose her shyness, Xiang Yang
found her even more alluring, and his heart ached for her. They made love, their hearts in perfect harmony, the room filled with tender affection.
The little white tiger lay on the table, eyes wide open, staring blankly, seemingly dumbfounded.
Late at night, Zhao Wanyan was fast asleep. Xiang Yang gently covered her with a blanket, gazing at her beautiful
face , a warmth spreading through him: "With such a companion, what more could I ask for?" The little white tiger slept
soundly in the corner of the room, all around peaceful. The bright moon hung in the sky outside the window, accompanied by the chirping of crickets.
Xiang Yang had heard this cricket chirping since childhood, and hearing it now suddenly reminded him of the times he and his junior brothers and sisters would catch
crickets . A smile appeared on his face as he thought, "I wonder how my junior brothers and sisters are now? Perhaps my junior brother
has found a good girl, and my junior sister has met her sweetheart." Lost in thought, he gradually drifted off to sleep.
At the same time, on a typical moonlit night, on one of the countless lakes of Jiangnan, a small boat played a melodious zither tune, the sound coming from the fingers of a
young man . He played until the very end, then let out a long sigh, stepped out of the cabin, and recited: "Stone Fish Lake, like Dongting Lake,
summer waters nearly fill the green of Junshan Mountain. The mountain is a vessel, the water a marsh, and wine lovers sit on the islets. Long winds have stirred up great waves for days,
yet they cannot stop the wine-carrying boat. I sit on Baqiu with a long gourd, drinking with all to dispel sorrow." Having finished the poem, the young man picked up
a bronze-handled wine pot and laughed loudly: "Yuan Cishan! The poem is indeed well-written, but alas, there are no guests on the lake,
and I am not good with wine. Brother Wine, Brother Wine, your humble servant Wenyuan is truly sorry!" With that, he flicked his sleeve, and
the bronze pot flew straight into the night sky, scattering fine wine in arcs, before turning and returning to the cabin.
Another peaceful zither tune began, and the wine pot finally fell, "plop," into the lake, the wine
falling like .
[The End]

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