Purple Feather Love

Where is the end of the world? Beyond the Great Wall.
In March beyond the Great Wall, there are no flowers, only a cold wind, a biting cold wind.
In the wilderness, by the ancient road, a solitary thatched hut stands, a flag slanted from its corner, embroidered with four large, slender characters in a delicate, golden script: Qingfeng Soy Milk.
Two lines of footprints are imprinted on the thin layer of remaining snow, stretching from the end of the setting sun all the way to the hut's door, as evenly and neatly as if measured by a ruler.
A young man, dressed in white, with a pale face and pale hands, accompanied by long fingers,
pushes open the shop door. The shop is empty; the large shop has only one table, no waiter, and no owner in sight.
A beautiful woman sits languidly at the table, draped only in a thin veil. Although her face is not yet visible, her back view already exudes graceful charm, and the young man's heart skips a beat.
The woman doesn't turn around, her left hand swirling the draft beer in her glass, making a crackling sound as ice crystals hit the glass, while her right hand turns a page of a magazine on the table.
The boy clenched his fist, took a deep breath, walked to the table, and sat down opposite the girl.
"Is this 'Popular Television' magazine, little sister?"
"Yes."
The girl didn't look up, her voice soft and languid, yet undeniably alluring.
"Is it the July 1980 issue of 'Popular Television'?"
"No, it's the July 2008 issue."
"Is Fu Yiwei on the cover?"
"No, Fan Bingbing."
The girl seemed unwilling to waste a single word.
"You've come?"
"Yes, I've come."
"You shouldn't have come!"
"But I'm already here!"
The girl grabbed a mug of beer, tilted her head back, and gulped down most of it.
Her long, white neck, coupled with the large expanse of bare, white breasts, made the boy's eyes glaze over. He steadied himself and sighed softly.
"You absolutely must fight?"
"Absolutely must fight!"
"Are you confident of victory?"
"No."
"Your sigh just now was out of pity for me."
"I... I was lamenting for myself."
The young man met the woman's burning gaze and quickly lowered his head, avoiding her fiery eyes.
The woman had a face like a fairy, though her eyes were slightly dark-rimmed, and her gaze, though slightly unfocused, was still captivating.
"If you're not confident, why take the risk?"
"If I don't go to hell, who will?"
"Why can't we have a peaceful spar? Why must we fight to the death? You self-proclaimed heroes, why won't you let a weak woman go?"
Tears welled up in the woman's eyes.
The young man's heart softened, but remembering his bold words before leaving, he clenched his fists, his heart hardening.
"Exterminate the demon completely! If we don't defeat you, more young men with red lips will be wiped out." "Brother Ziyu, you're wronging your sister. When have I ever seduced a man? It's those young men who can't control themselves and insist on chasing after me and fantasizing. How can you blame your sister?" The girl got up, swaying as she walked over, and sat on the young man's lap. With
her alluring body in his arms, the young man almost lost his composure: Did he really have to wipe her out completely? Why did he have to defeat her? Wouldn't it be better to conquer her?
"Sister Ling'er, your alluring gaze and captivating manner bewitch all beings. Which man in the world can resist your temptation? Even I can't control myself, let alone those naive young men."
"Brother Ziyu is a great hero. How could your sister seduce you? It's you who made your sister fall in love at first sight. Feel how fast your sister's heart beats for your brother."
Ling'er took one of the young man's hands and placed it on her breast.
The remarkable elasticity caused a shift in the young man's body: if he could possess this body, even just once, it would be enough to make his life worthwhile. Must such a beautiful body be destroyed by his own hands?
"Sister knows that your brother, Wu Erlang, is a great hero in your hearts. But sister wants to know, is Wu Erlang truly unmoved by the allure of his beautiful sister-in-law?" The young man knew that, according to ancient legends, Wu Erlang wasn't entirely unmoved, but rather bound by his reputation as a great hero. Even so, when he resolved to kill Pan Jinlian, upon seeing his beautiful sister-in-law dressed in mourning clothes, her face streaked with tears, the great hero Wu Erlang's knife fell to the ground, unable to bring himself to kill her, thus giving rise to the story in *Jin Ping Mei*.
The young man glanced at the charming Ling'er, and his heart softened again.
The door creaked open, letting in a gust of cold wind. The boy shivered and looked out the window. The setting sun, blood-red, was slowly sinking into the distance, the western sky a deep crimson, like blooming peach blossoms, even the distant dark clouds gilded with gold.
Such beauty, but how long could it last? The most beautiful drama in the world is tragedy, and tragedy is tearing the most beautiful things apart. If I don't go to hell, who will? I must harden my heart and become the evil hand that tears beauty apart.
They remained silent, the momentary stillness only fueling their restless hearts. If they couldn't change the beginning, how could they change the ending?
Ling'er puffed out her proud chest, and the boy's pale hand heard the pounding of his heart.
"We must fight, unless..."
"Unless what?" Ling'er's eyes were full of expectation. "I never wanted to be enemies with Brother Ziyu. Why must we fight to the death?"
"Unless you put away your demonic nature, purify your heart and desires, observe a vegetarian diet and recite scriptures, abandon the demonic path and follow the righteous path." "Haha! How is my path the demonic path? Purify your heart and desires, observe a vegetarian diet and recite scriptures? Do you want me to become a nun who is neither alive nor dead? So-called enlightenment is illusion; so-called Buddhahood is abandoning the desires in your heart and becoming a statue without a soul. I want to be a real person. Why should I hide my inner desires while living? Look at the beautiful sunset, how can I remain unmoved and pretend to be detached from worldly desires? I offer my body as a sacrifice, which is the proof of the Heavenly Way!" "Flowers bloom and fade easily, beauty is fleeting, only by being without desire and form can one achieve eternity. You are stubborn and will inevitably meet a tragic end."
"I have been to this world, I have fought, I have loved deeply, and I do not care about the ending. If the heavens oppress me, I will cleave them open; if the earth binds me, I will shatter it. We are born free, who dares to stand above us?" "It seems there is no way to change this."
"Alas..." Ling'er sighed.
"Why do you sigh again, sister?"
"I pity you, brother, for your hard-earned cultivation. Why wade into this mess? Is the empty title of a great hero so tempting?"
"It seems you are confident of victory, sister?"
"I dare not boast of victory, but brother Ziyu cannot defeat me, even though you have mastered the ninth level of the Marrow Absorption Technique. There was once a Shaolin monk who practiced the Marrow Absorption Technique since childhood and came to challenge you. Now he has become Master Ku Rong, nine times withered and one times flourishing."
Ziyu had also heard of Master Ku Rong's reputation. It was said that he was like a mummy, except that his eyes could move slowly and his lips could move slightly. An IT company, an expert in lip-reading, developed a system for him that synthesized a voice based on lip shape. His speech was surprisingly profound, deeply imbued with Buddhist principles, and his followers grew daily.
"If it weren't for my sister's compassion for his arduous cultivation, she would have immediately helped him attain Buddhahood." Ling'er's lips parted slightly, yet were filled with murderous intent. She grabbed a beer and took a large gulp. Her
long, white neck and trembling breasts were visible. Zi Yu's throat went dry again.
"Is it Harbin Beer?"
"Exactly. All those boasts from back then."
"I know the Marrow-Sucking Technique is no match for the Essence-Sucking Technique, but I dare to challenge you one-on-one because I have my reasons." "Brother thinks that mastering the ninth level of the Ruyi Heavenly Secret Staff means you can defeat your sister? Do you know that your sister has already mastered the Northern Darkness Divine Art?" "
The ninth level of the Ruyi Heavenly Secret Staff naturally cannot break the ninth level of the Northern Darkness Divine Art, but what if you add the ninth level of the Nine Yang True Essence?"
"Brother has already mastered the ninth level of the Nine Yang True Essence so quickly? You certainly have your reasons. But since brother's skill has improved so much, your sister dares not slacken her efforts. Your sister has also mastered the ninth level of the Nine Yin True Essence. Yin essence and Yang essence—if brother can let go of his obsessions and achieve harmony with your sister, creating a harmonious society, envied only by the lovebirds, not by the immortals, wouldn't that be the most beautiful thing in the world?"
"Fate cannot be defied."
"Is a battle necessary?"
"A battle is necessary!"
"Is a battle truly necessary?"
"Is a battle truly necessary!"
"Brother and sister are evenly matched, evenly matched. A battle would only result in mutual destruction. Brother, are you truly not going to change your mind?"
"Although we're evenly matched, I have a 60% chance of winning."
Ling'er shifted her body slightly, her slender hand slipping inside Zi Yu's collar, pinching his nipple, and said softly, "I'm afraid you don't have even a 10% chance of winning. It's not that you lack skill, but this part—your heart is too soft; you can't bring yourself to destroy her."
"A soft heart is fine, as long as you have one firm spot."
...
The epic battle between Zi Yu and Ling'er lasted three days and three nights. Every room in the thatched hut—the bed, the table, the floor, the sofa, the chairs, even the toilet—beared the marks of the battle, and even the outside wasn't spared.
After this battle, no one in the martial world ever saw Zi Yu again, but many legends about him still circulate.
Some say Zi Yu was completely defeated in that battle.
Others say Zi Yu almost won; at the last moment, his Nine Yang True Essence poured out, and Ling'er was about to burst, but seeing the tearful, resentful eyes of Ling'er, Zi Yu felt pity for her and actually turned the tables.
Some say that Ziyu was originally the junior brother of Ziyang Zhenren, sent by his senior brother to convert Ling'er, and eventually ascended to immortality. After
this battle, Ling'er changed drastically. The "Qingfeng Soy Milk" signboard was changed to "Ziyu Thatched Cottage." Although she was reluctant to give up the name of the seductive fox spirit, she took up a life of healing, specializing in emotional analysis, teaching couples' techniques, and curing impotence, premature ejaculation, and frigidity.
Legend has it that the refrigerator in the cottage contains a large Coke bottle filled with soy milk labeled "Ziyu Soy Milk."
Some say that the mannequin at Ziyu Thatched Cottage was made according to the proportions of Ziyu Zhenren, a living replica of Ziyu.
But according to the village girls of Saturn Village, the mannequin is Ziyu's real body. Otherwise, no matter how advanced the technology, silicone could not create such gentle, watery eyes, let alone such a flexible and retractable thing. According to the village girls, no matter how loose or tight your vagina is, that treasure always fits perfectly, like it was tailor-made for you. It fits snugly, filling you up without causing discomfort, and even has a fleshy feel. If it weren't always cool, you'd really suspect it was a real treasure, and it even has the effect of relieving troubles.
The legend continues, and more legends are yet to come…
[The End]

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