Song Qingshu

***************************************************************************Outside Guiyun Manor, Song Qingshu was led by a woman in white to the manor's entrance. He initially wanted to protest loudly, but then realized this woman was clearly a country bumpkin unfamiliar with martial arts matters, unaware of his grandmaster and the renowned Wudang Sect. Explaining further would be futile; he figured she'd find someone to explain to her when she met the anti-Yuan righteous men. He didn't believe these anti-Yuan righteous men were as ignorant as the woman in white.
Song Qingshu saw the woman in white sway as she reached the doorway. The bulge in her white clothing subtly shifted, and Song Qingshu's eyes widened, his heart racing. The woman in white possessed a fragrance, but not the scent of perfume or cosmetics. Her wrists, gripping him, were as white as jade. Beneath her skirt, two slender feet clad in small leather boots were visible, the boots so tight that the outline of her toes was clearly visible at the toes.
A desire unlike anything he'd ever felt before welled up within Song Qingshu. He longed to unbutton the white-clad woman's bra and touch her large breasts, to peel off her leather boots and lick her small feet, he longed...
No, Song Qingshu jerked his head away, banishing the lewd thoughts from his mind. How could he have such obscene ideas?
He felt deeply ashamed and humiliated by that fleeting thought. He was the son of the Wudang sect leader; how could he harbor such blasphemous feelings towards this girl? He had memorized the Wudang precepts since childhood; he was truly unworthy of being a son. His face flushed crimson with rage, and he could only close his eyes, his heart filled with remorse for the white-clad woman.
The woman in white, completely unaware of Song Qingshu's recent musings, knocked on the door. A moment later, an ugly old woman with a face covered in white powder opened the door and asked, "Whom do you wish to see, young lady?"
The woman in white replied, "My surname is Long. I've met Master Lu and Madam Lu a few times. I've come today to inquire whether the women of Master Guo's family have also come here for refuge, and whether my husband, Yang Guo, has been here."
"Oh, your surname is Long? I know, you must be Madam Yang! Please come in, please come in. Master Yang and the women of Master Guo's family have both come to the manor, but Master Yang had some business to attend to and left first. He'll probably be back soon. Please come in," the old woman grinned broadly.
Madam Yang? So she was already married. Song Qingshu felt a slight disappointment, but upon hearing the name Yang Guo, he was momentarily stunned. He remembered that Yang Guo was a great hero from the late Song Dynasty, one of the Five Greats, whom his grandmaster had mentioned who had saved his life. Yang Guo had a wife surnamed Long, named Little Dragon Girl. This girl had also mentioned that her surname was Long. What a coincidence!
"Alright, then I'll go see Miss Guo and the others first," the woman in white nodded, leading Song Qingshu into the manor. The old woman asked, "Madam Yang, who is this child?"
The woman in white replied, "I don't know. He said his name is Song Qingshu, a grand-disciple of Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect, but I've never heard of that sect. I brought him back for questioning because he seemed suspicious."
"Oh, I see. But this little boy is so handsome, he doesn't seem like a bad person," the old woman grinned at Song Qingshu. Although she was speaking up for him, Song Qingshu still felt a chill run down his spine at her appearance.
The woman in white led Song Qingshu into the manor. Guiyun Manor was vast. Upon entering the first courtyard, they saw many servants and maids. The next courtyard was extremely spacious, with a six-story tower in the distance. Further in, there were bamboo groves and lotus ponds, and along the path were gardens filled with flowers. The fragrance of the flowers was soothing, and Song Qingshu couldn't help but think to himself that this Master Lu really knew how to enjoy life.
Entering another courtyard, they were greeted by a brightly lit living room. Even before they got close, they could hear a young girl's noisy voice: "When is that Lu fellow going to come out and see us? He's gone mad after our family's disaster? Is he trying to fool us idiots?"
"Mingzhu, have some patience! Madam Lu has already gone to push Master Lu out."
"What patience? I've been holding back my anger all the way here! How long am I supposed to wait?"
"Mingzhu, Master Lu has always been righteous and chivalrous. He's definitely not that kind of person. We've just arrived at Guiyun Manor; don't throw a tantrum and cause trouble for the Lu family."
"Aunt Cheng, you're too cowardly. My mother is my maternal grandfather Guo Jing's eldest daughter, and I'm Guo Jing's granddaughter. My father is the leader of the Beggars' Sect. What are we, the Lu family? You dare to fight us? If we really fight, the few of us are enough to tear down this Guiyun Manor."
The woman in white carried Song Qingshu into the hall and saw several women there, all of whom she recognized. Guo Jing's eldest daughter, Guo Fu, whom she hadn't seen for several years, was now much more composed. She was sitting on a mahogany chair with a handsome boy who looked to be about five or six years old standing beside her. Standing next to her was Cheng Ying, who was trying to persuade her. Sitting to the side, seemingly indifferent, was Lu Wushuang. Further to her was Yelü Yan, who was wearing mourning clothes and had a sorrowful expression. Standing next to her was a teenager wearing mourning clothes who looked quite like Wu Dunru.
Meanwhile, the bright purple-clad girl standing in the middle, shouting and stomping her feet, the pearls on her small boots trembling, was none other than Guo Fu's beloved daughter, Yelü Mingzhu. Beside her stood a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in fine clothes, smiling and apologizing profusely. The woman in white entered the room and lifted her veil, saying, "Miss Guo, it's been so long."
"Sister Long... Sister Long, it's been so long..." Guo Fu felt extremely embarrassed upon seeing that the person who came was Xiaolongnu. Years ago, she had accidentally shot a poisoned needle, causing Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo to be separated for sixteen years. This guilt had always troubled her, and she seemed to harbor some other feelings for Yang Guo. Seeing Yang Guo's wife made her feel even more guilty.
"Sister Long, it's been so many years since I've seen you. Didn't you... meet Brother Yang?" The previously listless Lu Wushuang immediately jumped up excitedly upon seeing Xiaolongnu and grabbed her hand.
"Sister Long, you've come all this way, you must be tired. Cousin, you're too impatient. Madam Lu said Brother Yang went out on some business and will be back soon," Cheng Ying said, quite pleased to see Xiaolongnu.
"So you're Aunt Long, Yang Daxia's wife? Mingzhu greets Aunt Long," Yelü Mingzhu said, secretly jealous of Xiaolongnu's stunning beauty, just like the legendary cold and aloof ice beauty. She and her mother were truly inferior in beauty, but what did it matter? Their chastity was already in jeopardy. Thinking of this, her mood improved considerably. Yelü Yan had
lost her husband, who, before his death, had committed adultery with her brother and sister-in-law in a frenzy, only to be killed by Guo Jing. This blow had left her mentally unstable for some time, and she had attempted suicide several times, only to be persuaded by her son, Wu Chengzhi. She and Xiaolongnu weren't close, but having known each other for a while, she could only force a smile and exchange a few words.
"Ah, so this is the renowned Little Dragon Girl, the leader of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and wife of Hero Yang! Truly a beauty of unparalleled grace. My father is Lu Guanying, and I am Lu Jiying. Greetings!" The elegantly dressed young man stepped forward, bowing respectfully.
However, Song Qingshu, who had been placed in the hall by Little Dragon Girl, clearly saw a lustful glint in Lu Jiying's eyes. He stared intently at Little Dragon Girl's feet beneath her skirt, even licking his lips.
This man is no good. I'll find an opportunity to warn Miss Dragon Girl to be careful later. But... did I hear that right?
Little Dragon Girl, the leader of the Ancient Tomb Sect? Is she really the Little Dragon Girl from over sixty years ago, and her husband is the Condor Hero?
These people just mentioned Hero Guo? Lu Guanying? No way? Are they all conspiring to set a trap for me? But... what's the point? Song Qingshu asked himself, he was just a novice. Even if they were setting a trap for him, they wouldn't need to set such a bizarre one, would they?
He suddenly remembered the story in the book he had read: the women of Guo Jing's family had never appeared in the martial arts world after entering Guiyun Manor. When someone went to the manor again, they found it to be in ruins. On the day of the full moon, they even heard a woman screaming. He felt a chill run down
his spine. Had he encountered a ghost? Xiaolongnu said, "Guo'er has been in Xiangyang for over a month. I was worried about him, so I left the Ancient Tomb to search for him..." She paused here, her mind seemingly blank. What was wrong with her? Did she forget something important?
"I heard that Guo Jing's female relatives broke out of the siege of Xiangyang first. I wanted to ask if Guo Jing was in Xiangyang or if he came here with you. I wonder why he left after arriving?" Xiaolongnu paused for a moment before continuing to explain her purpose.
"Aunt Long, Yang Jing came here three days ago to inform Guo Jing's female relatives that they should come to the Lu family for refuge. However, it seems that the families of Wu Jing and Zhu Shaoxia have been separated from Guo Jing's female relatives, so he went to look for them. He also specifically told me that if Aunt Long also came, I should ask her to wait here and not leave, otherwise, if we miss each other and he comes back, wouldn't that be troublesome?" Lu Jiying said.
"I see. Guo Jing guessed that I might not be able to resist coming along. Then I will listen to him and stay here to wait for him to return." Xiaolongnu nodded. She knew that in the past, she had left without saying goodbye several times when she and Yang Jing parted, causing him to search for her all over the world. This time, she would stay here and not make things difficult for him again.
"By the way, who is this young man? Why did Aunt Long bring him into the manor?" Lu Jiying asked, looking down. Song Qingshu looked up and their eyes met, sensing a sinister and malicious intent in the other's gaze.
"I don't know this young man. I just bumped into him in the fog outside the manor. He said he was a grand-disciple of Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect. I've never heard of this sect, so I found him very suspicious and feared he might be a Tartar spy. I subdued him and brought him here to ask him some questions," Xiaolongnu said, pointing to Song Qingshu on the ground.
"Young brother, who are you? Tell us honestly. As long as you haven't done anything evil, aided and abetted the Tartars in murder and arson, we won't make things difficult for you," Lu Jiying said with a smile, bending down.
"Speak quickly, you little thief, where did you come from? Did the Tartars send you to follow us?" Yelü Mingzhu drew her sword, its blade pointing directly at Song Qingshu's nose. At this moment, two people emerged from behind the screen. It was Cheng Yaojia, whose hair had turned gray and who looked old, pushing Lu Guanying, who was sitting in a wooden wheelchair
, out. Lu Guanying's hair was completely white, his cheeks were thin, his eyes were cloudy, and saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth, making him look like he had suffered a stroke. "Alas, I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting. It's just that Guanying has been suffering from a stroke recently due to a qi deviation. He can't move and... he's incontinent. I hope you can forgive him." Cheng Yaojia greeted Guo Fu, Xiaolongnu, and the others with a bitter smile. Lu Guanying just tilted his head and tilted his eyes, making "hoarse" sounds as if he was about to die at any moment.
"Mother, is this Lu guy faking it? I've heard from history books that many people fake illness. Why don't we test him?"
Yelü Mingzhu stepped forward and whispered in Guo Fu's ear.
Should she step forward to take his pulse? But doing so seemed like a deliberate test, which would be too impolite, wouldn't it? Guo Fu hesitated, but at this moment Cheng Ying stepped forward and said, "Brother Lu, let me take your pulse."
Actually, Cheng Ying was a generation higher than Lu Guanying in terms of seniority, which was why Guo Fu usually didn't like to talk to her. Calling her "Shishu" (a term of respect for a senior female disciple) was quite embarrassing. However, Cheng Ying had also inherited Huang Yaoshi's medicinal skills and belonged to the same lineage as Lu Guanying from Peach Blossom Island. Out of a sense of kinship, it was only natural for her to take his pulse and treat him.
Cheng Ying frowned after taking Lu Guanying's pulse with two fingers, saying, "Brother Lu, how come your martial arts are completely ruined? Your qi and blood are so disordered; it's a severe stroke. You can't even speak anymore."
Cheng Yaojia wept, saying, "Last month, Guanying heard that Xiangyang was besieged and was eager to help Hero Guo. But he was too impatient to practice and wanted to break through his bottleneck, so he suffered a qi deviation and ended up like this. Now I have to feed him even to eat and drink. What a terrible thing I've done!"
Lu Jiying hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her weeping mother. Yelü Yan saw that although the family of three was in such a state, they were still a harmonious family. However, her husband had been heartless and had raped his brother and sister-in-law and was
killed. Now her family was broken, and she had only held on for her son. Overwhelmed with grief, she covered her face and sobbed. "Madam Lu, Brother Lu's health is extremely poor. Don't let him push himself any further. Take him home to rest quickly, or his life will be in danger at any moment. I have two Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pills here, which should alleviate his pain," Cheng Ying said, taking two pills from her bosom and giving them to Cheng Yaojia.
"Madam Lu, my daughter was rude and insulted Master Lu. We apologize to you both," Guo Fu said, pulling the still reluctant Yelü Mingzhu forward with clasped hands in apology. Although she had a bad temper and blamed Lu Guanying for shirking responsibility and going into seclusion, seeing that he was indeed seriously ill and on his deathbed, she felt that she and her daughter had been wrong to suspect him without cause, so she apologized in public.
Yelü Mingzhu, however, was furious. This Lu fellow was so incompetent that he even caused himself to have a stroke while practicing martial arts, but it wasn't her fault. Why should she apologize to a mere servant from Peach Blossom Island after saying a few words? Her mother really couldn't distinguish between what was important and what wasn't.
"Miss Guo, what are you saying? Alas, he can only blame his bad luck," Cheng Yaojia sighed and pushed her husband away. The hall was somewhat silent for a moment, and everyone seemed unsure of what to say.
"Oh right, weren't we just going to interrogate this little thief? I almost forgot about him. Who exactly are you?" Yelü Mingzhu drew her sword and pointed it at Song Qingshu's nose.
"I...I'm Song Qingshu. I...I'm a third-generation disciple of the Wudang Sect, a disciple of Zhang Sanfeng, the son of Song Yuanqiao, the Wudang Sect Leader. My great-grandfather's secular name was Zhang Junbao. He was once saved by the heroine Guo Xiang and the Condor Hero on Mount Hua. I want to ask, what year is this? Is this the Former Song or the Mongol Yuan? Am I dreaming?" Song Qingshu said helplessly.
"Dreaming? You dog spy, it would be a dream if you could fool us with such lies!" Yelü Mingzhu said, thrusting her sword straight at Song Qingshu's face. Song Qingshu felt a chill run down his spine and thought, "Won't I die so easily at the hands of this unreasonable little girl?"
"Stop—" With a flick of her jade finger, Xiaolongnu deflected Yelü Mingzhu's sword. She had no grudge against Song Qingshu and felt that since she had captured him, she shouldn't kill him without knowing his identity. Song Qingshu, having escaped death, felt a surge of affection for Xiaolongnu, and his fondness for her grew even stronger.
"Mingzhu, that's enough. Your Aunt Long captured him, why are you in such a hurry?" Guo Fu seemed uninterested in Song Qingshu's identity; her son, Yelü Baoyu, was already dozing off, and she didn't want to get entangled in anything else. After all, the boy couldn't escape.
“I remember the name Zhang Junbao. A few years ago, Master Jueyuan of Shaolin led his disciples to investigate Yin Kexi and Xiao Xiangzi for stealing the Shaolin Nine Yang Divine Skill. Later, I heard that the Kunlun Sect leader challenged Shaolin, and Zhang Junbao was about to have his martial arts crippled because he had secretly learned Shaolin martial arts. He was later rescued by Master Jueyuan. I also heard that he went to Wudang Mountain, but I haven't heard of him founding a sect,” Cheng Ying said, then stepped forward.
“Song Qingshu, what do you mean by asking whether it's the Former Song or the Mongol Yuan? Does that mean the Song Dynasty is already over?” Cheng Ying asked.
“Yes, when I was born, the Song Dynasty had already been gone forty-five years. We Han people were constantly oppressed and abused by the Mongols, and there were always rebellions and uprisings. I heard my grandmaster talk about the Five Greats of the Late Song Dynasty, and he also told me about the Guo couple who defended Xiangyang and their entire family perished…”
“Nonsense! You little madman, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I won’t be polite!” Guo Fu had been worried about her parents’ safety in Xiangyang for days, and now, hearing such ominous words, she was extremely angry.
“I’m not talking nonsense. A few days ago, I read a book called ‘The Strange Tales of the Temple’. It said that after the women of the Guo family entered Guiyuan Manor, they…” Before Song Qingshu could finish speaking, Lu Jiying suddenly kicked him in the back of the head, sending him sprawling face-first and knocking him unconscious.
When Song Qingshu woke up, he felt a terrible pain in the back of his head. He was shocked to find that all four of his legs were shackled to the wall and he couldn’t move. He hurriedly tried to break the shackles with his internal energy, but after a few attempts, he couldn’t budge them and his limbs became numb and weak, so he had to give up. Upon closer inspection, he realized he was locked in a sealed cell, surrounded by various instruments of torture. "
What bad luck! I was just telling the truth, and now they're either trying to kill me or beating me. What did I do wrong?" But then again, the women's conversation didn't seem like they were lying. Could it be… I've really encountered a ghost?
Is this place truly the legendary eeriness? Even the usually bold Song Qingshu felt utterly terrified and helpless in this bizarre situation.
Song Qingshu was filled with extreme regret. What had he done, coming to Guiyun Manor in the middle of the night? Just because that strange book contained such a bizarre story, he insisted on coming to see for himself. Now he'd gotten himself into trouble. If the ghost story at Guiyun Manor was true, then were all the other things written in the book true too? Curiosity really killed him. Was his first foray into the martial world going to end with him being taken by a ghost? In the end, his father couldn't even find his own body, and he wondered if Mingyue would be severely punished because of his death.
The more Song Qingshu thought about it, the more depressed he became. At that moment, the cell door opened, and a girl in purple strode in. Although she was very beautiful, her brows were full of fierceness. It was Yelü Mingzhu, Guo Fu's daughter.
"You little thief, I'm in a bad mood today. My mother actually forced me to apologize to that cripple surnamed Lu. I've never suffered such a loss in my life. Today, I can only take my anger out on you. Tell me quickly—who exactly are you? Why are you following us?" After saying that, Yelü Mingzhu took a whip from the torture instrument and lashed it across Song Qingshu's face.
"Snap—" Song Qingshu felt a burning pain on his face. He shouted, "Stop! What I just said is the truth. I am a disciple of the Wudang Sect. The Song Dynasty has been dead for more than sixty years. Master Guo and his wife died in Xiangyang long ago. I really..." "
Snap snap snap snap snap—" Yelü Mingzhu was clearly unwilling to listen to his sophistry anymore. The whip in his hand lashed down like raindrops, beating Song Qingshu until his skin was torn and he screamed in agony. Although he lost his mother at an early age and had a strict father who had supervised him since childhood, he had never been beaten so severely. Yelü Mingzhu obviously felt that the whip was not enough, and took a pair of pliers from the torture instruments and grinned maliciously, "I will pull out your teeth one by one and see if you will still talk—."
"No—no, no, don't—ah—" Song Qingshu tried to shut his mouth, but his opponent grabbed his neck and forced him to open his mouth. Then a pair of iron pliers clamped his teeth and began to twist.
"Ahhh--" Song Qingshu felt the pain in his mouth pierce straight into his brain. Blood from his gums flowed into his throat, making him feel nauseous. One of his front teeth had actually been pulled out! His eyes rolled back, and he wished he could just faint.
"One tooth's out, and you still won't talk? Then we'll pull out another one. If you still don't talk, we'll gouge out your eyes!" Yelü Mingzhu's face was twisted with a mad smile. She had enjoyed torturing dogs and cats since she was a child, cutting off their noses, pulling out their teeth, cutting off their tongues, and twisting their limbs to watch them writhe and struggle in pain. After arriving at Guiyun Manor, she felt her sadistic tendencies had worsened, and her violent emotions had continued to grow. Now, with a spy, she could indulge in her sadism to the fullest.
"You madwoman, I'm telling the truth--" Song Qingshu's eyes welled up with tears. He realized that he wasn't as strong as he thought; he was on the verge of collapse.
This answer certainly didn't satisfy Yelü Mingzhu. Just as she was about to continue, a young man's voice came from behind her: "Miss Yelü, this is my Guiyun Manor after all. You need my permission to torture people, right? Why are you starting to attack without my consent?"
Yelü Mingzhu turned around and saw Lu Jiying, the old woman who opened the door, and two maids standing behind her with sly smiles. She angrily said, "I'm interrogating a spy, it's none of your business. Get out of here and go serve your paralyzed father."
"Miss Yelü, don't worry, my father has Lady Cheng accompanying him to treat him. I came here to ask for your hand in marriage. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, especially your domineering, unreasonable, and sadistic nature. Such an unfeminine woman is exactly my type," Lu Jiying said with a lewd grin, tilting his head.
"You bastard, you're asking for trouble!" Yelü Mingzhu had long disliked this brat, and now that he dared to provoke and harass her, she was overjoyed. She leaped up and kicked Lu Jiying straight in the face, intending to knock out his teeth, beat him half to death, and drag him in front of everyone to humiliate the entire Lu family.
Unfortunately, the old woman who opened the door easily grabbed her high-flying boot with a strange, claw-like hand and exclaimed in a shrill voice, "What beautiful legs and feet! What fine boots and feet!"
"You old hag, let me go!" Yelü Mingzhu felt her ankle firmly locked by a superior grappling technique, her entire leg going numb. Enraged, she leaped up again and kicked the old woman in the face, but the two women beside her each grabbed one of her kicks and the other pressed on her neck's Dazhui acupoint from behind, rendering the arrogant beauty immobile.
“My little pearl, don’t keep your face so tense, or you’ll look old,” Lu Jiying said with a smile, pinching Yelü Mingzhu’s cheek.
“You bastard, let me go right now, or I’ll kill your whole family!” Yelü Mingzhu cursed, but all she could do now was curse and spit. Clearly, Lu Jiying wasn’t afraid of any of that. He took her foot from the old woman, stroking her delicate feet through her boot, a twisted lust flashing in his eyes.
“Fine boots. This pearl is quite big, worth at least three hundred taels of silver. But your legs aren’t as long or as strong as Aunt Long’s. I wonder which foot is whiter and more delicate between you and Aunt Long?” With that, Lu Jiying pinched the toe of her expensive boot and peeled it off, revealing her white socks and slender feet.
"What do you want to do? You... how dare you! My father is the leader of the Beggars' Sect, my maternal grandfather is Guo Jing, one of the Five Greats of the World, and my maternal grandmother..." Yelü Mingzhu finally started to get scared, using her elders to intimidate Lu Jiying. Unfortunately, the other party was not buying it at all, and simply peeled off her white socks to reveal her snow-white and delicate feet. Her small feet were so small that they could be held in one hand, and her five toes were close together, trying to retract, but they were nowhere to be
seen. "Hmm, not bad, not bad. Your feet are better than Aunt Lu's. I'll bring your mother over later to compare whose feet are more beautiful. Aunt Cheng is being served by my father, and Madam Wu has my mother serving her. But your feet are still quite a bit inferior to Aunt Long's." Lu Jiying played with her jade feet, admiring them, and then stuck out his tongue to lick the soles of her feet.
"Ahhh--haha--you bastard... hahaha--" Yelü Mingzhu felt an unbearable itch on the soles of her feet. Her angry curses turned into hysterical laughter. The itch was driving her crazy, it felt like it was penetrating her cerebral cortex, like thousands of ants crawling in her bones and muscles.
The old woman didn't stop either. In a few swift movements, she tore off her belt, ripped her skirt open and threw it on the ground, and ripped open the waistband of her purple trousers, tearing off her white underpants as well. Her pink peaches were now exposed to everyone, with only a sparse ring of pubic hair around them.
"Stop, Young Master Lu, even if she is vicious, you cannot defile a woman. Let her go! And... what have you done to the women of the Guo family and Miss Long?" Song Qingshu's mouth was still bleeding, but he couldn't help but speak up to stop Lu Jiying's violence. He was also very concerned about Xiaolongnu's safety.
“Miss Long, she already has a husband, why do you need to worry about her? Look for yourself—” Lu Jiying raised his head, licking the salty sweat from the girl’s feet, and took out a small leather boot from his bosom.
Song Qingshu looked closely and saw that it was the boot that Xiaolongnu was wearing. “You…you villain, what have you done to Miss Long?” Seeing that the boot that Xiaolongnu was wearing was in this boy’s bosom, Song Qingshu guessed that she had also fallen into his trap and been captured. He wondered if she had also been violated by this boy. The thought of her, a celestial being, being bullied by such a despicable person made him furious.
"What did I do? I was just discussing with her how long her legs were, how big her feet were, and how much her boots cost. But she wouldn't tell me and even tried to kick me out, so I had no choice but to resort to force and just ripped her boots and socks off her feet, tied a rope to her big toe and hung her up to practice standing on one leg. Now that you mention it, I really miss her more and more. Fine, I'll deal with this little girl first and then go find Aunt Long." With that, Lu Jiying twisted the boot in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, it had twisted into a boot heel, with the bright pearl at the top.
"Miss Yelü is a golden branch and jade leaf, so your cunt can't be deflowered with ordinary things. I'll use your boot to turn it into a stick, and use the bright pearl on the tip of your boot to deflower your pearl cunt." With that, Lu Jiying inserted the boot stick straight into her peach between her legs without any foreplay.
"Ahhh--Ahhhhh--" Yelü Mingzhu, who hadn't yet recovered from the intense itching in her feet, suddenly collapsed from the indescribable pain in her groin. That villain had twisted her boot into a stick and was stabbing herself directly... Oh God, her chastity had been destroyed by her own boot! Her mind went blank, and all she could do was scream madly. Song Qingshu, handcuffed to the wall, was also stunned by the scene.
Lu Jiying rotated the boot stick in his hand inside Yelü Mingzhu's secret orifice. Virgin blood flowed from between the boot stick and the flesh wall, which excited him even more. He squeezed the boot stick tightly and thrust it in and out hard. The boot that had just been on her feet had now become something that brought her unbearable pain and shame. And what was even more tragic was that she felt a slight pleasure amidst the pain.
Gradually, she began to lose control of her body. Her hips began to sway with the thrusting of Lu Jiying's boot stick. The deadly rhythm made it impossible for her to control herself. One of her legs was already on the ground. She should have seized the opportunity to kick back, but her other booted foot chose to tiptoe and twist in coordination with her body.
"Stop, stop! You can't do this to her—" Song Qingshu was still weakly protesting, but he couldn't bear to close his eyes to watch the violent and absurd scene before him. This violent beauty was actually being manipulated by his own boots... She seemed to be smiling?
"It's not good to be so righteous. Granny Rong, do this young hero Song a favor," Lu Jiying said with a wicked smile. The old woman also smiled wickedly and suddenly tore open Song Qingshu's belt, pulling his pants and underpants down to his knees, revealing his already erect penis.
"You... what do you want to do?" Song Qingshu's face turned pale with fright. Could it be that this old woman wanted to...? The old woman skillfully pinched his two testicles, stimulating his penis to become even harder. Song Qingshu was both ashamed and angry, but completely powerless to resist. Another woman took a can of oil from the table, smeared it on his penis, and then, with her hands covered in oil, thrust it directly into Yelü Mingzhu's anus.
"Sharing is better than enjoying alone. Young hero Song, you and my boot stick will give her a double attack from both ends—"
Lu Jiying said, then positioned her buttocks against Song Qingshu's erect, oil-covered penis and thrust it in.
"Pfft—" "Ah—" Song Qingshu and Yelü Mingzhu screamed simultaneously. Although there was lubrication, he still felt that his penis was about to break. The thick penis was thrusting into her narrow and tight anus. Yelü Mingzhu's eyes rolled back in pain as she tried to get rid of this terrible thing invading from behind, but Lu Jiying was using all his strength to thrust his boot-like penis. As a result, she was attacked from both sides.
Song Qingshu felt his penis being tightly wrapped in a warm scrotum and constantly squeezing him. He could only use all his strength to hold on. Even though he didn't want to move, Yelü Mingzhu's twisting and thrashing body still forced his penis to move forward and thrust. The tight stimulation made him feel an incomparably excited pleasure. His waist began to thrust powerfully. Each thrust made her scream. As the hot stream gushed out, he felt a hot and smelly thing surge into his glans. He felt that his mind was going to be confused.
When he came to his senses, he found himself being carried by Lu Jiying down the prison corridor. He felt his penis had gone limp, and he wondered how Yelü Mingzhu was doing. He was filled with remorse. Although he had lost control of himself, he had still violently penetrated the girl's anus. He felt that he might have torn her anal walls, and his penis was covered in blood and... feces!
Good heavens, this was insane! What had he done? While Song Qingshu was still in a daze, Lu Jiying opened another cell. Song Qingshu was stunned when he looked inside. He saw the beautiful white-clad woman, Xiaolongnu, with her hands tied behind her back, one of her delicate, snow-white feet bare, her big toe tied to the top of the cell with a rope. Her other foot, clad in a boot, could only stand on tiptoe.
Xiaolongnu's white clothes were almost transparent with sweat, and Song Qingshu could even see her red bodice and yellow underpants underneath. This made his heart pound wildly, and his already limp penis hardened again.
Lu Jiying looked at the dazed Song Qingshu and laughed, "Young Master Song, you've also taken a fancy to Aunt Long, haven't you? It's alright, after I'm done with her, it'll be your turn. This sock is yours for now—" With that, he picked up one of Xiaolongnu's white socks from the ground and stuffed it into Song Qingshu's clothes. Then he walked to Xiaolongnu and untied the cowhide rope binding her toes.
"Ah--" Little Dragon Girl cried out and fell to the ground. Her jade feet, suspended by ropes, were taut, as if they had cramped from being suspended for too long. Lu Jiying lewdly reached out and pinched her jade feet, praising, "Aunt Long's feet are indeed the whitest and most beautiful feet I've ever seen, much better than that little girl's. Let me have some fun with them."
"You...you beast, what kind of poison did you use on me?" Little Dragon Girl gasped and glared at Lu Jiying.
"What do you care what kind of poison I used? Anyway, I didn't even leave a drop of essence for Little Mingzhu for you. I directly used her boots to help her lose her virginity and become a woman. Do you want me to use your boots to help your slutty cunt cultivate the Tao?" Lu Jiying said arrogantly.
"Let her go at once--" Song Qingshu saw Little Dragon Girl's face full of shame and indignation from being bullied, and he truly felt sorry for her. He thought to himself, what does it matter if I sacrificed my life for her? He suddenly stood up and charged straight at Lu Jiying. The last thing he saw was a reddened hand slashing down at him. Then he saw the whole world turn upside down, and the last thing he saw was a headless corpse—was it himself?
A flash of white light, and Song Qingshu felt as if he had just woken up and was standing in the fog again. What was going on? He heard the sound of carriages behind him and quickly found a place to hide. It was the five carriages he had seen earlier and the conversation between Guo Fu and her daughter inside.
What was happening? I… had I returned to that time period again? This was too unbelievable. Song Qingshu thought for a moment, then crouched down and waited. He saw Xiaolongnu in white running across from the other side of the fog. Had he really returned to before he entered the manor?
What should he do? Should he hurry back to the inn and get rid of this strange place? Just as Song Qingshu was about to leave, he thought of the Guo family women and Xiaolongnu, who were unaware of Lu Jiying's malicious intentions in humiliating them. Even such a noble fairy as Xiaolongnu couldn't escape his clutches. He reached into his clothes and pulled out a white sock with a strange fragrance. On the sock, he could clearly see the footprints of Xiaolongnu's delicate toes!
Strange, why did this white sock also rewind time with me? Did the sock in Xiaolongnu's boot still exist? He gritted his teeth and followed Xiaolongnu's direction into the mist. He knew that Lu Jiying's family was no good, and perhaps he could warn them to be careful.

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