The Legend of Sword and Fairy

After the rain, the sky cleared, and early summer arrived in Jiangnan.

It was the second year of Emperor Huizong's Zhenghe reign. The emperor promoted Tong Guan to Grand Commandant and sent him as an envoy to Liao. He ordered Cai Jing to reinstate the new laws, and the tea tax exceeded four
million strings of cash. The construction of two pagodas was initiated, inscribed with the words "May the emperor prosper and the nation be protected and its people loved."

That same year, the Liao emperor went to Chunzhou and, while fishing on the Hunhe River, all the tribes outside the border paid homage. At the first fish feast, when the wine was flowing freely, he ordered
the tribes to dance in turn. Only Aguda declined, despite repeated admonitions, but he still refused. One day, the Liao emperor secretly
told Xiao Fengxian, the Grand Councilor of the Northern Court, "At the Yan camp the other day, Aguda was arrogant and domineering, his gaze unpredictable. We should use border affairs as a pretext to execute him, otherwise it
will surely bring future trouble."

Fengxian replied, "A boorish man knows no propriety or righteousness. Killing him without a major cause might hurt the hearts of those who wish to be assimilated. Even if he harbors rebellious intentions,
what can a small country like ours do?"

The Liao emperor then stopped the plan. Aguda's brother, Wuqimai, and others had once accompanied the Liao emperor on hunts and were skilled at summoning deer and stabbing tigers. The Liao emperor was pleased and bestowed upon them official titles
and ranks.

Outside Suzhou city, in a fishing village by the river, wisps of smoke rose from chimneys. Three or five children were playing and fighting under a small hill, seemingly vying
for something. In the center was a boy, about six or seven years old, holding a wooden horse that was already badly damaged.
No matter how the others tried to take it from him, he refused to let go. The more the children fought, the more intense the struggle became. Just then,
several , "Yan'er, Yan'er, where are you? Come back quickly!"

Hearing the cries, the children exchanged glances and scattered. The boy dusted himself off and nervously
fiddled with the wooden horse, noticing that one of its legs was broken. His dark eyes gradually reddened. A moment later, the person who had called out
arrived . Dressed in a worn but impeccably clean blue cloth robe, she was a strikingly beautiful woman, appearing to be
in her early twenties, with her hair styled in a woman's bun.

The beautiful woman, seeing the boy, was somewhat displeased and scolded, "Yan'er, have you been fighting again?"

The boy held up the broken wooden horse, "Mother, they stole my things!"

The woman took the wooden horse and looked at it, her expression softening. "Yan'er, Mother will make you another one another day. Let's go, let
's go back ."

The mother and son turned through several small paths and came to a thatched hut. The hut was very poor and dilapidated, but fortunately, the woman was naturally clean and
kept it spotless. Steam rose from the stove, presumably because the food being steamed was cooked. The woman lifted the lid,
filled several bowls with coarse rice, set out a table and chairs, and went into the inner room.

This inner room was strangely decorated. Although it was simple, gold paper was pasted everywhere, making it look magnificent at first glance.
A man sat on the wooden bed, even stranger. He wore a patched yellow robe, had a handsome face, and vaguely resembled a beautiful man,
but his head was covered with white hair, his eyes were dull, yet his posture was very dignified.

The beautiful woman approached the man and gracefully curtsied. "My beloved consort, no need for formalities. I'll eat now."

She rose and helped the man to a wooden table. She brought him a small dish of side dishes and fed him rice.
He seemed hungry and wolfed it down. The boy, named Yan'er, ate quietly and quickly.

After the meal, the woman tidied up for a while, combed the man's hair, and then sat down at the spinning wheel, spinning away
. The boy squatted beside her.

"Yan'er, wait for Mother a moment, so I can teach you to read."

The boy nodded. The woman saw her son growing up day by day, his clothes from last year no longer fitting. She felt both
relieved and sorrowful. She thought of herself as a servant, which was one thing, but her son was born into nobility; how could he live such a mediocre
life? Overwhelmed with sadness, two tears streamed down her face.

As dusk fell, the beautiful woman lit a candle, its light flickering. Just as she was about to call for the boy, the
man appeared before her, naked, his penis erect. He laughed, "My beloved concubine, why are you not ready to serve me?" and reached out to grab
her .

The beautiful woman swayed her slender waist, about to dodge, but the man's movements were incredibly swift. His five fingers gripped her Taiyuan
acupoint with a thud, and the woman's arms immediately went weak, unable to exert any strength. Knowing she couldn't resist, she softly said, "Your Majesty... please
let go for now... I... I'll go serve you right away."

The man laughed heartily, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, but still didn't release the woman. The woman called over the boy, "Yan'er,
sit here for a while. Mother has some things to attend to."

The boy, seemingly used to it, simply nodded. The woman followed the man into the inner room, removed her outer garment, leaving only her undergarment
, and helplessly lay down on the couch. The man's eyes gleamed, and he reached out and ripped off the woman's undergarment,
revealing her snow-white, voluptuous body. Her breasts were pert, her waist was supple, her legs were long and slender, and her pubic hair was lush and green, her vulva full and pink.
The man caressed and nibbled at the beautiful woman's body haphazardly for a while, then thrust his erect penis into her vagina . He tried a few times,
but couldn't find the right spot. The woman had to use her hands to guide his penis in. The man was quite pleased, touching the woman's
breasts and thrusting his penis. The woman secretly shed tears, but fearing the man would go mad, she forced soft moans. After about an incense stick's time,
she suddenly heard a cold laugh in her ear. Startled, she turned her head and saw two beams of green light staring at
her. She hurriedly pushed away the man who was still thrusting into her, pulled her clothes over herself, and angrily shouted,

"Who are you? How shameless!"

Suddenly, the candlelight in the room was lit, and a man in purple robes stood nearby, with a handsome face,
cold and arrogant, holding a boy by the neck. Seeing her beloved son captured, the beautiful woman was consumed by rage. She hastily wrapped herself in her clothes, grabbed
a short sword from the wall, and leaped towards the purple-robed man.
The man didn't retaliate; his movements were swift and ghostly. The woman countered her attacks, but her clothes never even touched him.

"Who are you? Kneel before me!"

The man, still throbbing from his orgasm, was furious at being interrupted. He stood up naked and pointed at the purple-robed man, shouting.

The purple-robed man was clearly very interested in the man. A flash of emerald light swept over him, and the man shivered. He leaped forward,
shoved the woman aside, snatched the short sword, and with a swift, powerful thrust, the sword hissed as he channeled his inner energy.

The woman knew that although the man was insane, he still possessed most of his martial arts skills and few rivals in the world. She watched intently.
The man's swordplay was fierce and his movements graceful. In an instant, he switched between several sword techniques. Seeing that he couldn't harm his opponent, he unleashed a powerful strike with his left palm, a powerful slash
from afar , clearly a Shaolin palm technique. He followed with a series of flying kicks, a unique skill of the Southern School.

The purple-robed man remained unmoved, shifting his position and dodging the boy around the room, his eyes fixed on
the man.

The man's swordplay was as swift as the wind; he used all the martial arts he had learned in his life, yet he still couldn't harm the purple-robed man in the slightest.

The purple-robed man watched over a hundred moves, then sneered, "You're using their own methods against them?"

His fingers half-formed a hand seal, his eyes flashing with azure light, he pointed at the man and shouted, "Freeze!"

The man was instantly frozen in mid-air, like a wooden statue. The beautiful woman was terrified; even the most powerful masters she had ever seen could not act like
this . Her knees buckled, and she stammered, "You…are you human or ghost?"

"Of course I'm human, but how could you mortals know my name? I ask you, are you Abi of the Murong family?"

The beautiful woman nearly fainted, nodding frantically. Suddenly, the man in purple robes reached out, a green light appearing in his palm,
enveloping him. He closed his eyes in deep thought, and after a short while, opened them, seemingly disappointed. He muttered to himself,
"It seems the time is not yet right. Forcing it is futile. Although he is a descendant of the Murong clan, he is ultimately just a mortal. How could he know
the secrets of that object? I must endure for now."

With that, he withdrew the green light and looked at the woman again. She was barely clothed, her snow-white flesh and pink buttocks incredibly alluring. Seeing the purple-robed man's gaze gradually turn lewd, the beautiful
woman was both shocked and frightened. With her child in his hands, she wanted to fight back, but before
she could move, the man waved his hand, and the woman's body went limp, unable to move. The purple-robed man chuckled, and with another finger gesture,
the woman's clothes turned to powder, her delicate body flying horizontally and landing on the bed. She didn't know what kind of spell had been cast, but suddenly
her snow-white skin flushed red, her vagina felt intensely itchy, and her juices
flowed freely. In her dazed state, she felt an incredibly thick penis inserted into her vagina, an intense pleasure. In an instant, she lost all sense of shame, thrusting her plump, snow-white buttocks, uttering lewd moans.

Meanwhile, in Suzhou at night, the moon was bright and the stars were few. Above the blue sky, beyond the reach of sight, shimmering light and auspicious energy
flickered . A purple-clad girl, riding a sword through the air, suddenly frowned, her jade fingers forming a sword gesture. She parted the clouds and looked down, seeing
an evil aura rising to the sky, but unable to see what it was. The girl dared not linger, and her flying sword transformed into a ray of light and flew away. Before long, dozens
of male and female cultivators, some in Taoist robes and others in secular clothes, appeared in the air, flying on their swords. The leader was dressed in white, with an apricot-yellow
silk belt around his waist and his hair tied up in a Taoist crown. He was exceptionally beautiful, but he had no flying sword on his feet and was simply idly passing through the air. The girl in purple stepped forward
and bowed, "Master, I have returned from my investigation. I find some unknown demon causing trouble below, which has placed a restriction. I am ashamed
that I did not know the truth. Please, Master, make a decision."

The beautiful woman in Taoist robes frowned slightly and said softly, "We must hurry back to Mount Shu. But it is our
duty to Purple and Green Swords, follow my Haotian Mirror!"

After speaking, she looked solemn and pointed into the air. A golden light shone, and a giant wheel-like mirror appeared.
True words , and several golden beams shot straight to the outside of Gusu City. The girl in purple and another boy in green
flew swiftly on their swords, following the golden light, and arrived in an instant. The Haotian Mirror floated in mid-air, its golden light intensifying. Instantly, the evil clouds dispersed, and the purple-clad girl, sword in hand,
shouted, "Demon, show yourself!"

The purple-robed man was indulging in lust, his thick penis thrusting into the beautiful woman's slender waist, her plump buttocks swaying,
her body writhing in ecstasy, her fluids splattering everywhere. Suddenly, he felt a golden light shoot into the room, startled. A cloud of green mist rose behind him, blocking the golden light,
but his lower body did not stop. He thrust into the woman's honeyed orifice several times, and the woman moaned repeatedly, her snowy buttocks trembling, a gush of fluid spurting out
, completely unaware of where she was. The man in purple robes leaped to his feet and went outside the room. Looking up, he sneered, "
Who is it? It turns out to be a junior from Mount Shu disturbing my good time. Are the disciples and grand-disciples of Long Eyebrows so carefree?"

The girl in purple robes, who hadn't looked at him before, suddenly blushed and exclaimed, "You lewd... lewd scoundrel!"

It turned out that the man in purple robes still had his thick, long penis erect beneath him, proud and imposing, quite formidable. The young
man in green raised an eyebrow and shouted, "Madman! The Purple and Green Twin Swords of the Shu Mountain Sect are here today to uphold justice and eliminate evil! Stop your arrogance!"

He pointed his sword, and the Green Chain Sword flashed with a blue light, soaring into the air with a dragon's roar as it rushed straight at the man
in purple
The man in purple laughed loudly, clenched his fist, and a giant blue bell enveloped his body. The Green Chain Sword was aimed at the bell, its light radiating outwards but unable to penetrate. The young man in green repeatedly urged his sword technique, but still could not get through. Seeing this, the girl in purple hurriedly summoned the Purple Ying
Sword, and two beams of purple and blue light danced around the giant blue bell, but they were at a loss. Suddenly, the giant bell, enveloping the purple-robed
man, slowly rose to the surface and crashed violently towards the purple-robed and green-robed figures with incredible speed. The green-robed youth was shocked and formed a hand seal,
shouting, "Immovable as a mountain!"

A crystal wall blocked the giant bell's oncoming force, but the bell spun relentlessly, instantly crushing the crystal wall. The youth's jade-like
face flushed red, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. The girl tried to pull the youth away, but it was too late; the giant bell was already in front of her.

Just then, a righteous yet incredibly beautiful voice came from mid-air, "Haotian Mirror!"

The mirror lowered its golden light, capturing the purple-robed and green-robed figures within it. The giant bell collided with the golden light, clanging loudly, and then retreated.
The purple-robed man emerged from the giant bell, his face solemn, his gaze burning with envy as he looked up at the sky. The white-robed fairy stood gracefully in mid
-air , her almond-shaped eyes slightly closed, seemingly oblivious to everything around her.

"So it's the Lady of the Shu Mountain Sect! What a powerful Haotian Mirror! Humph!"

The disciples behind the white-robed fairy roared angrily, brandishing their swords to seize it. The fairy pondered for a moment, "The paths of good and evil are different,
but since you are a cultivator, why do you do such despicable things to mortals? I cannot tolerate you!"

With that, she pointed her jade finger at her feet, and a three-petaled golden lotus emerged from the fire, shining brightly, lifting the fairy. The fairy
parted her cherry lips and uttered, "All laws are broken!"

The sound wave was invisible and colorless. The purple-robed man had already been protected by a giant bell, but in an instant, the bell turned into green mist and vanished without a trace.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Wait!"

The purple-clad man suppressed the surging spiritual energy within him, knowing he was no match for his opponent. He pulled out an iron plaque from his robes,
engraved the majestic Mount Shu, beneath which blood-red clouds billowed. "Madam, look, I too am a participant in the hundred-year pact of Mount Shu.
The appointed time has not yet arrived; are you going to break the pact?"

The white-clad fairy frowned upon hearing this, looking at the iron plaque. "The pact of Mount Shu has not yet expired, so I will not break my vow.
But how could I, Xun Lanyin, not recognize you during the battle between good and evil a hundred years ago?"

"Seeing this plaque is an oath, Madam Headmaster, it doesn't matter if you don't recognize me!"

Xun Lanyin hesitated for a moment, then sighed, "Very well, go!"

She put away her golden lotus feet and floated away. The disciples were indignant, "Master, how
could you let that evil man who harmed civilians go unpunished? Even if the Shushan Pact cannot be broken, shouldn't you at least save the victims?"

Xun Lanyin smiled calmly, "Your cultivation is still shallow. You don't know that even a Great Luo True Immortal has times when he is powerless.
Since this person has an oath plaque, everything he has done is already predetermined. He will face retribution one day. Come back to Shushan with me!"

The purple-robed man watched the Shushan people disappear into the night sky, blood gushing from his mouth. He revealed a sinister smile, removed the
purple ribbon from his head, and a bloodshot eye, already badly damaged, was clearly visible on his forehead.

"Xun Lanyin, wife of the Shu Mountain Sect Leader, the most beautiful woman in the righteous path for five hundred years, you actually cultivated the Three-Petaled Immortal Golden Lotus,
truly remarkable. You're not far off from that old tortoise with the long eyebrows. However, I've spent decades of cultivation to finally
catch you. Today I've obtained your immortal body, let's see what the hell is so amazing about the 'Wonderful One True Person'!"

With that, he took out a piece of silk paper, and the broken, bloodshot eye on his forehead suddenly opened, staring at the silk paper. In a short while,
a portrait of a beautiful woman appeared—it was none other than the 'Wonderful One True Person' Xun Lanyin, a lifelike likeness, indistinguishable from the real person. However,
the white robes were nowhere to be seen, replaced by a naturally perfect body. Her skin was as white as jade...
She was slender and graceful, with a waist as thin as a willow, two proud breasts, and a full moon-shaped bottom. Her long, straight legs were completely hairless, with only a few
faint pink folds visible between them.

The purple-robed man cackled wildly, "Xun Lanyin, Xun Lanyin, you've cultivated for hundreds of years, and all your skill has been used on
your breasts and ass! What Dao heart, what good and evil, what true immortality? Since you've cultivated the Three-Petal Golden Lotus, why have you
given yourself such big, perky breasts, such a fat, perky ass? Can this old man with long eyebrows handle it?
One day I'll fuck your immortal body and see your slutty appearance!"

He laughed as he returned to the room, embracing the beauty still lingering in ecstasy. He chanted an array incantation, conjuring a
large sedan chair . He threw the frozen man and child into the chair, then slipped inside. A cloud of green mist enveloped the sedan chair, crashing through the roof and
disappearing into the sky. The purple-robed man, clutching a silk painting, gazed at the ethereal Xun Lanyin, while simultaneously lifting her long legs and
thrusting his erect penis into her, as if the one moaning beneath him was none other than the venerable Miaoyi. Alas, in the dead of night in Suzhou,
amidst the myriad lights of the city , she remained oblivious.

In Bianliang, the capital of the Eastern Capital, Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Ji,

had a painting of flowers and birds on his desk that was incredibly lifelike. Huizong looked at it from left to right, but seemed quite dissatisfied.
He said to a man kneeling below the desk, "Right Chancellor, look at this. I feel something is amiss, but I cannot say what it is."

The man bowed closer to the desk to examine it, but remained silent.

"Your Majesty's calligraphy is unparalleled in this world. Even if Wu Daozi were resurrected,
he would be no better. In matters of calligraphy and painting, there is no one who is perfect. Your Majesty need not worry."

Emperor Huizong looked at it for a while before asking, "What does the Right Chancellor have to report?"

"Your Majesty, we have pondered deeply. Now that the Song and Liao dynasties are on good terms, the country is peaceful and prosperous, and the treasury is full, we believe that the campaign against the Western Xia is feasible
. We request Your Majesty's decision."

"The Right Chancellor's words are very true. Who do you think is suitable?" "

I think Tong Daofu of the Privy Council is suitable."

"Granted."

"Your Majesty, Daofu is in charge of the military seal, but the General of Jingxi is not someone that ordinary people can do. I request that the Mu family of the Yang clan of Tianbo Mansion be in charge of the General of
Jingxi ."

Emperor Huizong was slightly surprised. "Oh? The Yang family is loyal and brave. How can I bear to send a small number of people to fight on the battlefield? Is someone else suitable?"

"Your Majesty, Mu is loyal and brave, and is in her prime. She is perfectly suited for this position. No one else can do it."

"Hmm, granted."

Leaving aside the matter of the military seal, he went straight to Tianbo Mansion. The female general of the Yang family was going to take her husband's place on a distant expedition. A peerless heroine, Lady Mu,
led General Jingxi in fierce battles on the battlefield. Countless ambitious men in the mortal world coveted her beauty, their alluring flesh destined for unparalleled allure
. Meanwhile, in the southwestern corner of the land, in the Buddhist kingdom of Dali, the Inspector General of Works and Military Governor of Yunnan, Emperor Duan Yu, reigned for
many years, diligently governing and caring for his people, bringing harmony to the region. Yet, his heart was devoted to Buddhism, and he slept with the Heavenly Dragon, leaving the harem somewhat desolate.

"Young Master, don't fall!"

A young boy played and ran about, and the eunuchs, fearing for his safety, chased after him, only to bump into
someone. Leading the group were two noblewomen in palace attire, one tall and one short. The shorter woman wore a pale yellow dress, her smiling eyes strikingly beautiful,
her gaze lively and playful. The taller woman wore a black dress, her face veiled, slender and alluring, yet exuding a
chilling aura.

"Jia'er, why are you so disobedient and noisy? You're not like your father, not even as good as your sister," said
the noblewoman .

"Hmph, isn't he just like you? What's so good about being like his father, hiding away at Tianlong Temple?"

the noblewoman in black complained. The eunuchs stepped forward to pay their respects.

"Long live Lady Mu, long live Lady Zhong."

"Go down,"

the noblewoman in black waved her hand, pretending to hit the boy, who hid behind the noblewoman in yellow.

"Sister Mu, why don't we go see her?"

"She's always daydreaming, writing and drawing!"

The noblewoman in black's face was like frost, but she followed the noblewoman in yellow to a palace. Camellias were everywhere in the palace,
filling the room . A peerless beauty was resting her chin on her hand, lost in thought, her beauty unparalleled.

"Yu Yan, what are you daydreaming about?"

The path to immortality is long, and the mortal world is full of troubles. Years will pass, ten years will pass in the blink of an eye. Xun Lanyin's golden lotus
has formed four petals; Mu Guiying triumphantly returned from conquering Western Xia; Wang Yuyan, having renounced worldly affairs,
remained calm and undisturbed. They were destined to be apart, yet a single red thread gently connected them, leading to mutual admiration for each other's beauty. Their Daoist hearts could not conceal the abundance of their snow-capped peaks;
their their palaces could not confine their slender waists. Famous spots emerged from the three thousand miles of land; one day, stripped of their finery, they would distinguish themselves, twisting their waists and swaying their hips in a contest.

Xun Lanyin possessed the Honeyed Path, its difficulty surpassing even the heavens. Mu Guiying, the Rouge Steed, possessed the legendary Nine-Ringed Jade Artifact
. Wang Yuyan, learned in both ancient and modern times, her alluring charm ignited lust in the bedroom. She laughed as her youthful beauty faded in the mirror, coldly facing the white hair of her beloved,
wondering what year it would be. Lanyin moaned wildly, Guiying gasped softly, Yuyan blushed. Their full breasts swayed like waves, their plump buttocks moved like lightning, their phoenix holes dripping with
lustful juices, a blissful existence like that of immortals. When the climax arrives, let her cultivate for a hundred years, let her fight on the battlefield, let her be the empress of
Dali, disregard the beauty of Mount Shu, disregard her deceased husband's jealousy, disregard the palace gossip, let him ejaculate inside her as much as he wants, seeking only
repeated orgasms.

It is said that beauty in this world belongs to the capable; these three are like three shining lamps in the starry sky.
Whose enormous penis will ultimately benefit? Let's see in the world of Tianlong Nine Parts: Immortal Sword.

[The End]

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