Fireworks in March

In the third month of spring, in Jinling Prefecture.
Moonlight, lantern shadows, songs, oars. The Qinhuai River.
A warm breeze blows, willows sway gently. Countless stars, like fireflies in the moonlight.
Pavilions and singing houses on both banks, the market as bright as day. Thousands of lights and shadows on the river, boats like carp.
Shen Chao and Shu Tingyu.
The two sit upright in Luoyan Pavilion, drinking wine in the breeze, talking and laughing.
One is a famous and elegant martial arts hero, leading the heroes of the Heaven and Earth Society. At this moment, he wears a plain
white scholar's robe, spotless, his handsome brows revealing an extraordinary air.
The other is a chivalrous and humble young hero, burdened with the fate of his noble lineage. At this moment, he is full of heroic
spirit, forgetting his worries and anxieties, laughing and drinking, vowing to get drunk with the world.
After several rounds of drinks, the green-robed singing girl accompanying them lowers her eyes and casually plucks the strings, beginning to play the zither and sing:
Who says that being adrift is not pitiful? The days of my past travels were beautiful, but the heartbroken one is gone this year!
A blush of red has just been touched by rain, a few willow branches are just beginning to sway in the mist, and a beautiful soul vanishes before the setting sun!
The song is melodious and mournful, its meaning resonating deep within, whose lyrics are being sung? Like a secluded spring flowing beneath the flowers, a hidden resentment arises.
Shen Chao shook off his clothes and rose, strolling to the railing by the pavilion. He looked up at the sky, his hands clasped behind his back, and slowly exhaled. His
white robes fluttered lightly in the gentle night breeze, his independent and proud spirit, though not as grand as that of a unified king,
still stood tall between heaven and earth.
He turned back with a smile and said softly, "This journey north is uncertain, I wonder if I will have the chance
to drink with Brother Shu again."
"Brother Shen, let Tingyu go with you. If it weren't for Brother Shen's rescue that day, Tingyu
would have been dead , Brother..."
The young swordsman's expression was somewhat agitated.
“Brother, this journey to the capital is fraught with peril, and the future is uncertain. Even I am not confident of a safe
return ! Your parents are still alive, and the entire Langgan Manor still needs your care.”
“Brother, this Phoenix Cry Sword is a family heirloom, capable of cutting through iron like mud. Keep it with you.” The young
swordsman waved his hand, and a servant presented a blue silk-wrapped bundle, which he casually placed on the table and unfolded.
Inside the sapphire silk was a long sword!
Shen Chao picked it up, and his eyes lit up. Ah, what a fine sword!
The scabbard was inlaid with gold and jade, and a phoenix soaring through the air coiled around the scabbard, with the hilt and hilt forming the phoenix's head. He
gently drew his sword, its aura shimmering in the moonlight like a white phoenix emerging from the forest. A chilling coldness shot straight to his heart,
while the sword tip emitted a clear, ringing sound, like the cry of a phoenix, stimulating his eardrums. The sword was three feet three inches long and
three and a half inches wide, its blade white and incredibly sharp. Near the hilt, four characters in flowing calligraphy were engraved:
"Phoenix Rising Pool." Ah! This was the legendary
Phoenix Cry Sword, renowned in the martial world alongside the Dragon's Roar, Azure Nether, and Shattered Snow, a sword that could cut through iron like mud and drink blood without leaving a trace!
The sword was a swordsman's life; to relinquish the sword was to relinquish one's
life. If a swordsman could entrust his sword to someone, wasn't he also willing to risk his life in return?
Ah, how could Shen Chao, the Grand Master of the Heaven and Earth Society, not know this?
The two hundred , whose bodies were barely cold from the Qing Dynasty's cruelty, hadn't they also risked their lives to follow him? His
journey north was burdened with the blood debt of those two hundred and fourteen brothers. How could he bear to do it?
Shen Chao sheathed his sword and returned it to Shu Tingyu, saying leisurely, "I appreciate your kindness, brother,
but I truly cannot accept such a generous gift. Please don't worry, brother. If needed in the future, I will certainly invite your assistance . You will take
good care of yourself."
Seeing that Shen Chao's refusal was firm, Shu Tingyu did not press the matter further. He poured a cup of wine and offered it with both hands, saying, "Alright,
since you say so, brother, I have no choice but to take back this sword. If you ever need my help, brother, I will gladly sacrifice
myself to serve you! Come, brother, let me offer you a toast!"
Shen Chao took the wine, drank it all in one gulp, and then the two laughed heartily at each other.
A thousand cups are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend, and the two continued to drink heartily. Meanwhile, the music and songs from both banks were like a warm, intoxicating breeze,
making the lecherous drinkers in the taverns and bars even more smug.
Just then, a string of silvery laughter, as
bright .
A moment later, a beautifully decorated small boat turned the corner, its bow cradling a stunningly beautiful woman. She wore a scarlet
cheongsam embroidered with gold, her glossy black hair styled in a high, cloud-like bun. Her face was as pure as a virgin's, and her slender, white hands, as radiant as
moonlight , were scattering crimson flower petals onto the water. Behind her stood a
maidservant in pink trousers and red trousers, carrying a flower basket. Their laughter, exchanged between the two, quickly spread across the river.
Suddenly, the girl in red tossed her hand, and the silk handkerchief tied to her lapel somehow drifted into the water. She
reached out to catch it, but instead of catching it, she lost her balance and tumbled into
the water.
The young maid, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, turned pale and panicked. She dropped her basket and cried out in alarm,
"Miss...Miss has fallen into the water! Miss has fallen into the water!"
At that critical moment, a snow-white figure suddenly leaped from the pavilion on the shore, swiftly
skimming the water's surface. He landed on the small boat, caught the red-clad girl's slender waist, and with a powerful push, pushed off the water with his left foot,
leaping onto the gunwale and gently setting the girl down.
The maid, witnessing everything that had happened in that instant, opened her mouth in astonishment but could not utter a word.
Needless to say, this hero with such extraordinary lightness skills, capable of saving a beauty from imminent danger,
was Shen Chao.
At this moment, several people came out of the cabin after hearing the commotion. Among them was a young girl in a dark blue embroidered gold cheongsam,
looking terrified. However, upon seeing the girl in red on the deck unharmed, she immediately softened. Several
maids and servants behind her rushed over to help the girl in red up, scolding the maid in red trousers while inquiring about what had happened
. The frightened maid, crying, recounted what had happened in fits and starts.
The girl in blue bowed to Shen Chao with a pleasant expression: "Thank you for saving me, chivalrous hero. May I ask your honorable name and
address ? I will visit you another day to express my gratitude. Thank you for saving my life."
Shen Chao returned the bow and said, "There's no need for thanks, young lady. Helping those in distress is a common occurrence. I am but a
lone boat adrift in the world. It was purely by chance that I rescued this young lady. I appreciate your kindness
."
After speaking, he glanced at the girl in red, who was still shaken and had been helped up by the others. The girl was looking directly
at him, and their eyes met. She smiled gently, and two blushes immediately appeared on her fair and delicate face.
Then, half-shy and half-startled, she lowered her head.
Ah, the peony, with its tender tears, and the rose, lying helplessly on its branch at dawn—who wouldn't
feel pity for such a sight? Though it was only a faint smile, even a seasoned man like Shen Chao, who had faced countless life-and-death situations in the martial world, couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart
. People often say a smile can topple a city, but the red-clad girl's faint smile left no trace of impure thoughts; the flutter in his heart was like the sweetness of first love. This fleeting encounter, like a seed in the gentle breeze, unintentionally planted a seed , inadvertently creating a legendary, unfinished romance that would later be sung throughout the martial world. The moonlight was bright; in Mingyufang, in the Sleepless Pavilion. This pavilion had no roof. Every night, a gentle breeze would blow, and countless stars would twinkle; a bright moon would hang in the center. Looking out , the entire city of Jinling could be seen. In the distance, the lake was a pale green, and the sky a pale blue. Ripples on the water, a truly delightful scene. The sounds of drinking games and women's giggles drifted from the boats on the lake. Listening closely, one could almost hear a low sob carried on the wind, clashing sharply with the laughter and chatter on the boats. The sky was dim, save for a single candle in the pavilion; everything else paled in comparison, except for the image of heroes and beauties… Inside the Sleepless Pavilion, two figures were engaged in a passionate embrace, a sight that stirred the blood. The man was handsome and tall, like a jade tree in the wind, his pristine white scholar's robe now half-undone, swaying wildly with his movements. The woman beneath him, writhing in pleasure, wore a disheveled dress, her face a pitiful, sorrowful expression, a sight to behold. Her black Suzhou-embroidered bodice accentuated her fair, delicate skin, like a peony veiled in mist, a flower seen through the fog. Although it was just a bodice, it couldn't conceal the surging breasts that threatened to burst forth, their magnificent sight even surpassing the grandeur of the Qiantang River tide. The flickering candlelight illuminated the man's exceptionally handsome and rugged features. This man was none other than Shen Chao, the leader of the Heaven and Earth Society. The candlelight, swaying in the wind, inadvertently revealed Lin Shiyun writhing beneath Shen Chao. Her slender, shapely legs draped over Shen Chao's shoulders, her hands tightly gripped by him beside her incredibly thin waist. Her shoulders were pulled forward by his hands, causing her breasts to undulate like the Qiantang River tide, her nipples rising and falling with each surge, like a helpless little boat adrift on the sea. Wave after wave crashed over her, and the little boat struggled against the crest. Shen Chao was the adept helmsman of the small boat, controlling everything before him, yet he didn't forget to explore the burning secret cave at the base of her long, jade-like legs with his jade dragon. The secret cave was winding and twisting, and each entry felt different, like being sucked by countless tiny mouths inside, or like being entangled by countless strands of flesh. Each insertion and withdrawal would pull out several layers of fleshy buds wrapped around his dragon's body inside the cave, until the glans was pulled to the vaginal opening, at which point the open mouth would swallow back the tiny fleshy buds inside, their elasticity astonishing. While feeling the sucking and entwining of the fleshy buds, Shen Chao watched his own dragon moving in lewd scene, coupled with the small nipples on the heaving breasts swaying uncertainly, he couldn't help but let out a low growl, picked up Lin Shiyun, sat her on the carpet, closed his eyes, and used his stubble-covered cheeks to feel the delicate texture and heat of her breasts, as if he had returned to his childhood, his mind blank, his whole body throbbing with electric shocks. Stimulated like this, Lin Shiyun murmured softly, "Ee-ee-oh-oh-oh-oh," her breasts rolling wildly across Shen Chao's unkempt, handsome face . Unfortunately, the surface left by this "giant road roller" remained uneven; instead, the breasts pressing against his face resembled the moon, its phases shifting and changing. Even heroes find it hard to resist the allure of a beautiful woman, and Shen Chao entered a state of ecstasy. Before him appeared the stunningly beautiful face of the red-clad girl he had encountered on the boat earlier that day. His lewd, throbbing member seemed to be powered by an electric motor the scalding fluids sprayed out like a shower for his dragon, the powerful water pressure spraying directly onto his glans. Adding to this, the fine, fleshy brushes inside his vagina constantly entwined around his body, further driving Shen Chao to lose himself and descend into madness . With one hand around his waist and the other grabbing his breasts, he shoved them into his mouth, licking and biting, his tongue moving like a dragon emerging from the water, his teeth colliding with the nipples. The speed at which he shifted his movements was astonishing; Shen Chao's tongue skills were no less than his martial arts prowess. Lin Shiyun's slender legs wrapped around his waist, her entire body stimulated by Shen Chao's frenzied movements , leaving her completely powerless to move. She could only rise and fall with the thrusting motion, waves of heat flowing from her flower core, scattering incessantly. Her whole body trembled incessantly, and the last syllable of her moans grew longer and longer: "Ah—oh—" With each moan, her whole body would shudder several times as if electrocuted before she could moan a second time. She was drenched in fragrant sweat, the feeling extremely unbearable. She desperately wanted to release her pent-up emotions but couldn't. She could only channel her strength into her fingertips, scratching incessantly at Shen Chao's back, determined to turn it into a big, spotted cat. Although Shen Chao was a peerless master, he couldn't escape the laws of human metabolism. He was now completely soaked. The warm, soft flesh before him, combined with the unusual stimulation from her back, caused him to increase . Each entry and exit was accompanied by a "slap slap" sound, and her pubic hair was soaked and sticky from the flood of fluids. Lin Shiyun couldn't withstand this stimulation and cried out, "Okay, okay, stop—stop—stop— I can't take it anymore—" Shen Chao was now in a frenzy, ignoring Lin Shiyun's cries. His dragon body moved in and out of the tightly intertwined flesh and clitoris at a speed no ordinary person could achieve , receiving the baptism of her flower-like spray. Finally, he paused his cannon shot out repeatedly, plunging into the deep cleavage. Her hands tightly embraced her slender waist, and finally, powerless, she collapsed. The storm had ended. It was truly a scene of fleeting spring beauty, warmth and fragrance, before returning to the saddle. I wish to use the threads of sorrow to obscure the path of parting; are those tender shoots the branches of acacia trees ? [The End]

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