Chivalrous spirit lingers

I galloped frantically along the official road, whipping my mount relentlessly, the scenery flashing past on either side. "Zhuahuang Feidian" was my most beloved horse, said to be a descendant of a famous breed from Ferghana. A year ago, I bought it from a Western Region merchant for a hefty sum, and I never let it suffer even the slightest hardship. But now I had ridden it all night, covering nearly two hundred li, without letting it rest for a moment, and I myself hadn't eaten or drunk a drop of water.
A bright red sun had already risen, its dazzling light almost blinding me. Pedestrians were gradually appearing on the road, and farmers were already working in the paddy fields beside the road. The gentle morning breeze stung my face. My mouth was dry, my throat felt like it was on fire. But I couldn't care less; I whipped my mount a few times, spurred it on, and continued galloping against the wind.
After several li, I turned onto a side path in the woods on the left side of the road.
This road was rarely traveled and its surface was quite uneven. I spurred my horse, and the speed of "Clawed Yellow Lightning" increased rather than decreased. We passed through the woods and rounded a small hill, and in the distance, we saw a small manor nestled on the hillside.
The manor had blue bricks and gray tiles, and the gate was half-open. A servant in a blue robe and hat was sweeping outside the gate. Hearing the sound of hooves, he turned to look, and I had already rushed up to him without hesitation. Seeing it was me, he hurriedly came to greet me and respectfully called out, "Fifth Master." When we were still a few feet away from the gate, "Clawed Yellow Lightning" suddenly buckled in its forelegs, let out a mournful whinny, and collapsed from exhaustion. I pushed off with both feet, dismounted before my beloved horse fell, and leaped into the gate. I lightly touched the steps with my toes, vaulted over the screen wall, and then, with another
light touch, swept across a large open space, landing in front of the main hall. Several busy servants looked at me in surprise, but there was no time to waste with them. I used my agility to navigate the courtyards with practiced ease, landing in front of a secluded courtyard.
"I hope I can still make it in time," I prayed silently.
Before me stood a small courtyard with a bamboo gate and fence. The gate was tightly shut, and through a crack in the gate, I could vaguely see a small house inside.
I couldn't wait to knock; I leaped over the fence and rushed to the door. From yesterday evening until now, I hadn't had a moment's respite. Standing at the door, my mouth was dry, and my heart was pounding uncontrollably, as if it would burst out of my chest.
After catching my breath, I managed to calm myself, focusing my attention on my ears. The house was completely silent; through the bamboo gate, I could almost feel a chilling cold. My heart sank immediately, and a sudden, inexplicable fear gripped me. I suddenly wished I wasn't here at all.
"Maybe nothing will happen," I told myself, shaking my head to dispel the thoughts, and with a determined bite, I pushed the door open… But it had happened anyway, and everything was irreversible. Footsteps and commotion grew closer outside the courtyard. I stood there, my mind blank, my hands trembling uncontrollably. After running all that way, I was burning up with heat, large beads of sweat rolling down my forehead, some running into my eyes, then down my cheeks and into the corners of my mouth, tasting bitter and salty, indistinguishable as sweat or tears.
"There's nothing left to do," the thought suddenly flashed through my mind as I stared blankly at the corpse on the ground.
(I)
I stood by the long table, looking at the corpse lying on it, my heart filled with a mixture of grief, anger, and guilt, an indescribable feeling.
To my left was a burly man dressed as a monk, with long hair flowing down his shoulders, a crescent-shaped headband around his forehead, a robust build, broad shoulders and a thick back, every joint of his limbs larger than that of an average person. He clenched his hands tightly, making a cracking sound, and glared at me fiercely from time to time, his face full of anger, even the scar on his forehead twisted in pain.
He is one of my sworn brothers, whose secular surname is Lu. Although he looks fierce, he is a man who hates evil and is skilled in martial arts, wielding two monk's knives. Due to his fiery temper, he is nicknamed "Fire-Headed Monk" in the martial arts world, while his Buddhist name has gradually faded into obscurity, appearing only in novels and movies.
To my right stands a young man dressed in Confucian robes, around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with a square face, slightly dark skin, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, which are now red and swollen.
This young man is my other sworn brother, Ge Zhiping, known in the martial arts world as "The Swordsman." Skilled swordsmen dressed as scholars in the martial arts world usually prefer to use light and elegant weapons such as swords, fans, or judge's pens, but my sixth brother carries a thick-backed single-edged sword, hence his nickname. He is usually simple and upright, but often acts a bit like a bookworm.
Opposite us stand two people. One is unremarkable in appearance with a mustache, examining a corpse on the table.
This man's surname is Lai, and he is a well-known and experienced coroner in the Jiangnan government. The other man was short and stocky, his thin face showing both sorrow and exhaustion, yet also a resolute expression. He was our third brother, Meng Huaiyuan, wielding a pair of iron pens, his acupressure skills unparalleled in Jiangnan, earning him the title of "Judge of Life and Death" in the martial arts world.
On the table lay the corpse of a middle-aged man, our sworn brother, "Heroic and Benevolent" Lu Tianfeng. He was highly skilled in martial arts, honest, and humble, and extremely popular in the martial arts world. Our

seven brothers—Lu Tianfeng, Meng Huaiyuan, Lu Toutuo, Ge Zhiping, myself, Feng Yuxuan ("Wandering Dragon Swordsman"), Long Fei ("Sick Swordsman"), and Liu Suhong ("Jade Maiden Swordsman")—shared the same ideals and were loyal to each other. We swore an oath of brotherhood, becoming sworn siblings, promising to live and die together, share fortune and misfortune, and together roam the martial arts world, upholding justice and helping the needy. Because we all lived in Jiangnan, over time, the martial arts world called us the "Seven Heroes of Jiangnan."
After a long while, Coroner Lai finally raised his head and let out a long sigh. Fourth Brother, the most impatient of us, Fire-Headed Monk, spoke first, asking, "Mr. Lai, how exactly was my Second Brother Lu murdered! Have you discovered anything?" Mr. Lai nodded, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to us brothers, coughed lightly, and was about to speak when he suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the doorway.
I turned around and saw two young women standing in the doorway. The one on the left was dressed simply, with light makeup, and possessed a delicate and refined beauty, appearing frail and pitiful, though her eyes were red and swollen, and tear stains remained on her jade-like face. The woman on the right was dressed in a light blue, slender and athletic, with willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes that exuded a heroic spirit; her eyes were also red, clearly indicating she had just been crying.
She carefully helped the woman on her left through the door. We quickly stood up and bowed. Meng Sange, with a solemn expression, said to the woman on the left, "Second Sister-in-law, you should rest well in the inner courtyard. We brothers are here; why did you have to come here personally? Seventh Sister, why didn't you try to persuade Second Sister-in-law?" The last sentence was addressed to the woman on the right.
The woman on the left was none other than Second Sister-in-law Fang Wanyue. She was originally the daughter of an official. Two years ago, her father resigned from his post and was attacked by bandits on his way home. Her entire family was killed. Fortunately, my Second Brother, Lu Tianfeng, happened to pass by and rescued her, avenging her.
To repay the debt of gratitude, Fang Wanyue wanted to marry him. Lu Tianfeng had rescued her out of chivalry, not out of a desire for repayment. Moreover, given the significant age difference—he was more than twenty years older than her—he naturally refused. However, Fang Wanyue was now alone and without any relatives. A weak woman alone, without anyone to rely on, she feared that suicide would be her only option.
So, Lu Erge had no choice but to let her stay at his home temporarily while he searched for a place for her to stay. Fang Wanyue had no relatives or friends left in her hometown, and after searching for nearly a year, in all the vast world, there was nowhere for her to go except for Lu Erge's family. During that year, she lived at Lu Erge's home, and the two gradually fell in love. Lu Erge was a humble and kind man who had never married because of his passion for martial arts. Fang Wanyue, out of gratitude and moved by Lu Erge's honesty, finally married him.
Fang Wanyue first gave us a deep bow, then gently parted her lips and said, "Uncle Meng, please don't blame Sister Liu Qi. It was I who insisted on coming to the front. Half a month ago, I went to the ancestral home to sweep the tombs, but because my second brother was in seclusion to practice his martial arts, I didn't go with him. Yesterday, when I came back and asked, the servants said that my second brother had been practicing the art of fasting for the past three days and couldn't be disturbed. He was supposed to come out of seclusion this morning. I never expected that he... he would actually..." As she spoke, her voice choked with sobs. She wiped her eyes and continued, "With my second brother gone, all the uncles and Mr. Lai are here working tirelessly to plan and capture the murderer. Wanyue only regrets that she is too weak to fight like Sister Suhong. If I were still sitting peacefully in the inner courtyard, how could I bear it?" After saying this, she looked at Lu Erge's corpse, tears welling up in her eyes.
A deathly silence fell over the room. After a long while, Meng Sange broke the silence, saying, "Since that's the case, Second Sister-in-law, why don't you sit down and listen to Mr. Lai's findings?" He then turned to Mr. Lai, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Lai." Seeing that no one else had any objections, the coroner cleared his throat and said, "Alright, then I'll venture to offer my humble opinion for everyone's consideration. When Lu Erxia died, he had no other injuries on his body. The only fatal wound was a steel needle inserted into the Yuzhen acupoint at the back of his head. Please take a look." He then took a plate and passed it around to everyone.
When it reached me, I saw a steel needle about six inches long on the plate, its shaft black and smooth, stained with dark red blood. I glanced at my delicate Second Sister-in-law beside me and hesitated, unsure whether I should show it to her. "Fifth Uncle, I'm alright," I said, my face flushing as I handed her the plate, not expecting her to see my thoughts. Wanyue gave me a grateful smile, and together with Seventh Sister beside her, they examined the steel needle. (For novels and movies, visit .de_deai.)
Second Sister-in-law Wanyue was indeed strong; upon seeing the murder weapon, aside from a slightly pale face, she showed no sign of fear.
Seventh Sister beside her, however, was accustomed to seeing bloodshed and remained composed.
After examining it for a while, Seventh Sister Liu raised her head and asked, "Mr. Lai, I see that this iron needle has no markings and nothing particularly unusual. I'm afraid we won't be able to find any clues about the murderer from it." This statement echoed my own thoughts.
Coroner Lai nodded and replied, "That's right. We can't really tell anything from this needle alone. However, it penetrated four and a half inches into Lu Erxia's skull, indicating the murderer either possessed extremely high-level manual skills or used a powerful mechanism. Furthermore, based on the temperature of Lu Erxia's body, the degree of rigor mortis, and the coagulation of the blood clots in the wounds, by the time Feng Wuxia arrived this morning, Lu Erxia had already been murdered for at least a day and a night. Even if Feng Wuxia had arrived a few hours earlier, it wouldn't have made a difference, so there's no need to blame yourself too much." Hearing Coroner Lai's words, I felt the heavy burden of guilt weighing on my heart lighten considerably.

After seeing Coroner Lai off, I persuaded my sister-in-law to go back to her room to rest. The five of us gathered in the room where Second Brother was murdered. Third Brother Meng looked around the room and calmly said, "Judging from how neatly the room is furnished, the murderer probably didn't give Second Brother a chance to fight back." "Impossible. In the martial arts world today, even if the leaders of Shaolin and Wudang came together, there's absolutely no way they could defeat Second Brother in a single encounter," Sixth Brother Ge blurted out.
"If it wasn't a direct confrontation, then the murderer must have ambushed us..." I recalled the situation when we found Second Brother's body. "But Second Brother's body was in a very natural state, and his expression was very peaceful, as if he had never noticed the murderer's presence," Third Brother Meng interjected. "That's right. With Second Brother's skill, theoretically, nothing within seven zhang (approximately 33 meters) could escape his senses. There's only one explanation," he turned and stared intently at the half-open window, "the murderer launched a hidden weapon from seven zhang away." "A steel needle shot from seven zhang away, penetrating more than four inches into the skull—who in the martial arts world has such strength?" Seventh Sister Su Hong asked.
"Cao Xiong, it must be Cao Xiong!" My words had barely left my lips when someone in the room gasped.
I composed myself and recalled yesterday's events. Yesterday afternoon, I was in my study copying the newly acquired painting, "Bamboo Mountain in Misty Rain," when Zheng Lin, the leader of the Beggars' Sect's Zhenjiang branch, came to see me in a great hurry.
Zheng Lin was an outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Beggars' Sect, a direct disciple of the sect's main hall. He was known for his public-spiritedness and generosity; barely thirty years old, he already owned seven cloth bags and had risen to the position of branch leader in the important city of Zhenjiang—truly a man of great potential. We had weathered many storms together before, so we had always maintained a good relationship.
It turned out that one of Zheng Lin's beggars had inadvertently received information that several enemies who had clashed with our Seven Heroes had joined forces to seek revenge. These men were remnants of the underworld, some quite formidable, and their leader was Cao Xiong.
Cao Xiong, the "Soul-Chasing Sword," was originally a powerful figure in the Jiangnan underworld, ruthless and cunning, practically ruling the region. To build his own villa, he forcibly seized land from fishermen in a fishing village in Xiangyang, committing dozens of murders in the process.
Our eldest brother, the Sickly Hero Long Fei, learned of this and, together with the Seven Heroes, confronted him. After a fierce battle, Cao Xiong's power crumbled. He fought my eldest brother Long Fei on the summit of Yandang Mountain, and after three hundred moves, he was knocked into a ravine, his fate unknown ever since.
His swordsmanship was truly formidable, and he was skilled in using golden darts to strike pressure points; even with my eldest brother's martial arts, he only narrowly won.
"Is Cao Xiong still alive?"
"Impossible! He took a devastating blow from my eldest brother's Heaven-Shaking Palm and fell dozens of feet into Eagle's Sorrow Ravine. How could he not die?" "Perhaps he's not dead. After all, we searched thirty miles upstream and downstream without finding a body." "He must be dead. Otherwise, why didn't he intervene when his brothers and family were being hunted by enemies?" "Alright, let's hear what Fifth Brother has to say first," Third Brother stopped everyone.
I cleared my throat and continued, "I had Zheng Lin gather more information and send warnings to everyone, then rushed here overnight to inform Second Brother. But I was still too late..." Thinking of Second Brother's tragic death, I couldn't continue.
Third Brother patted my shoulder comfortingly, "Don't blame yourself anymore, you've done your best." "Yes, Fifth Brother, let's work together to avenge Second Brother. Don't be too sad, be careful not to hurt yourself," Seventh Sister softly advised me from the side. Fourth
Brother, Fire-Headed Monk, suddenly jumped up and punched the pearwood table beside him. With a "bang," the table shattered into pieces. He roared, "These bastards! I'll go kill them right now to avenge Second Brother!" Without waiting for our reply, he strode towards the door.
He had just reached the door when a figure flashed by, and Brother Meng San blocked his way, saying in a deep voice, "Where are you going?
The enemy is hiding in the shadows, how are you going to find them?"
With a "bang," Brother Huo Tou Tuo, the fourth brother, slammed his right fist into his left palm, angrily shouting, "What are you going to do? Are we all just going to sit here and stare? Those bastards are probably long gone by now." The sixth brother chimed in, "We don't even know where our eldest brother is now. We should notify him immediately." Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, and no one spoke.
Our leader of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, the Sickly Hero Long Fei, was a chivalrous man with unparalleled martial arts skills, but his whereabouts were unpredictable, and we rarely saw him even a few times a year. Two months ago, he sent us a message through a Beggar Clan disciple, telling us about his current situation, and then we never heard from him again, not even attending our annual gathering at Yuntai Mountain.
Meng Sange's expression was serious as he slowly said, "I suppose my eldest brother encountered some injustice somewhere and couldn't resist getting involved, which caused the delay. We should leave some emergency contact signals when we pass through major cities and thoroughfares, hoping he can meet up with us as soon as possible." He paused, then continued, "The most important thing now is to find out where Zheng Lin got his information and if there are any other clues. Tomorrow, we'll first survey the area to see if there's anything suspicious, and then head to Zhenjiang to see Zheng Lin as soon as possible." I silently weighed the strength of our forces. Our biggest disadvantage was that the enemy was in the dark while we were in the light, giving them the upper hand. However, Zheng Lin had a good relationship with us and was the leader of a branch of the Beggars' Sect, so we could use his strength.

The Beggars' Sect had tens of thousands of disciples, and their ability to gather intelligence and transmit messages was unparalleled. With their help, finding our hidden enemy shouldn't be a problem.
After everyone finished their discussion, Meng Sange, Meng Huaiyuan, Huo Toutuo, and Ge Zhiping went to nearby towns early the next morning to investigate clues about the murderer before heading to Zhenjiang. I stayed behind to help my second sister-in-law with the funeral arrangements.
"Why should I stay?" I protested after hearing my third brother's arrangement.
His answer was simple: of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, the eldest, third, and fourth brothers were all single and homeless. The sixth brother and seventh sister were both orphans, betrothed since childhood, and only married half a year ago. Only my family had been running a pharmacy for generations; the Feng family's "Hundred Herbs Hall" was famous throughout Jiangnan, and three years ago we even took over another well-known pharmacy, "Returning Spring Pavilion." I was an only child, orphaned, and considered a wealthy young man. Moreover, my home was only a few days' journey away, making it convenient to travel. Therefore, it was my duty to take care of my second sister-in-law temporarily.His answer was simple: of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, the eldest, third, and fourth brothers were all single and homeless. The sixth brother and seventh sister were orphans, betrothed since childhood, and only married half a year ago. Only my family had been running a pharmacy for generations; the Feng family's "Hundred Herbs Hall" was famous throughout Jiangnan, and three years ago we even took over another famous pharmacy, "Returning Spring Pavilion." I was an only child, orphaned, and considered a wealthy young man. Moreover, my home was only a few days' journey from here, making travel convenient. Therefore, it was my duty to temporarily take care of my second sister-in-law.His answer was simple: of the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, the eldest, third, and fourth brothers were all single and homeless. The sixth brother and seventh sister were orphans, betrothed since childhood, and only married half a year ago. Only my family had been running a pharmacy for generations; the Feng family's "Hundred Herbs Hall" was famous throughout Jiangnan, and three years ago we even took over another famous pharmacy, "Returning Spring Pavilion." I was an only child, orphaned, and considered a wealthy young man. Moreover, my home was only a few days' journey from here, making travel convenient. Therefore, it was my duty to temporarily take care of my second sister-in-law.
However, I was not yet married, and there were rumors in the martial arts world that I frequented brothels and indulged in womanizing. My second sister-in-law was a newly widowed woman, and to avoid suspicion, my seventh sister also stayed to help me.
According to Brother Meng, revenge was a serious matter, and Brother Er's body could be properly buried after we obtained the enemy's head.
But Sister-in-law Er could no longer stay here. Without Brother Er, and without martial arts skills, she would be helpless even if a few petty thieves came, let alone enemies.
Fang Wanyue did not want to leave, but after being persuaded by Brother Meng, she finally agreed to stay with me temporarily.
Brother Lu dismissed everyone except for one or two maids to take care of Sister-in-law Er and an old servant to look after the property. Then we packed up our valuables, dealt with the heavy furniture and land deeds, and prepared to leave. This whole ordeal took us two or three days.
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The day was finally over. I told my second sister-in-law and seventh sister that we would set off tomorrow. Although Wanyue agreed, her expression and words still revealed her reluctance to part. That night, the manor was empty and silent. To be on the safe side, I had personally patrolled the previous nights, only going to sleep after confirming everything was alright. Tonight was the last night, so I was on high alert, carrying my long sword, and patrolled every inch of the place several times. Only after confirming everything was safe did I return to my room.
It was nearly midnight, and it was pitch black all around. Just as I was about to open the door, a familiar dark figure flashed out and pounced on me. I reached out and pulled her into my arms.
I held her slender waist tightly, feeling her soft, full flesh, my hands already expertly slipping inside her clothes—she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
I caressed her soft, tender skin with abandon, and the woman responded passionately to my skillful teasing, letting out soft "mmm" and "hum" sounds. I leaned close to her ear and whispered teasingly, "Little vixen, you can't resist wanting it again, can you? You're not even wearing underwear, aren't you afraid someone will see you like this?" Hearing my words, the woman only let out two coquettish moans, but her arms tightly wrapped around my waist and back, her whole body pressing closer to my embrace. Although I couldn't see her face, I could imagine that her pretty face must be as red and tempting as a ripe apple. I led her into the house, closed the door behind me, and quickly removed her clothes with my hands, while her small hands also instinctively helped me undress.
In no time, we were both naked, and in the faint moonlight shining through the window, her snow-white body looked seductive and alluring, and her usually spirited face was now flushed.
"Su Hong," I whispered her name, "You look so beautiful today." One hand touched her breasts, those two firm, elastic mounds already swollen and hard, and I kneaded them carefully. My other hand, however, explored down to her secret place, which was already soaking wet, the lush pubic hair clinging obediently to the slightly raised mons pubis.
My fingers slipped into her lower mouth, probing and digging, each movement drawing out a sticky, lustful fluid.
"Don't say anything... Ah, there, right there, again... again..." The moan suddenly stopped as my lips captured her cherry lips, kissing her passionately, her fragrant tongue eagerly responding.
Under my three-pronged assault, the woman in my arms gasped for breath, only able to utter soft, nasal "hum, um" sounds, tender and alluring.
I kissed her until she was almost breathless before letting go, and she was already overcome with desire, squirming and rubbing against me. My lower body was already rock hard, and her soft little hands had somehow grasped it and were stroking it up and down.
I sighed comfortably and whispered, "Your technique has improved again, so how should I reward you?" As I spoke, I parted her smooth legs, and my erect penis approached the source of her flowing stream, the hot, red glans constantly touching the tender flesh of her jade-like labia.
As if unable to withstand such stimulation, her whole body seemed to tremble, and she gasped, "Yu Xuan, don't, don't tease me, I want... I want it, oh, oh... faster, faster..." Even in the darkness, I could feel her burning, yearning eyes.

I thrust hard, my lower body accurately entering her body, feeling the familiar warmth, tightness, and moisture of her vagina. Although it was already well lubricated, my penetration was still quite difficult. When my penis finally reached its hilt, I heard her let out a long, satisfied sigh. Then I gripped her soft, slender waist with both hands, and her legs wrapped around my waist. I sat on the edge of the bed, holding her like this, and began to thrust gently.
At first, my movements were slow, varying between nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, then eight shallow thrusts followed by two deep ones, and occasionally rubbing against her clitoris. She was thoroughly enjoying herself, moaning softly with my rhythm, making soft "ee" and "ah" sounds.
Her body was hot, pressing tightly against mine, rubbing against me as if trying to melt into me.
Her full, elastic breasts were pressed between us, and under the pressure, they even deformed slightly, her two hard, pebble-like nipples swirling against my chest.
I gradually increased the speed and depth of my thrusts, reaching the very end each time. She was burning hot down there, every fold of her skin seemed alive, tightly wrapped around my penis, the heat seeming to melt my lower body.
"Ah... ah... oh ah..." Her breathing became rapid, and she couldn't help but let out a soft, seductive moan. Although she tried to keep her voice down, in the quiet of the night, her tender voice echoed in the room, particularly alluring.
I thrust harder, then leaned close to her ear and teased her, "What are you afraid of? Are you worried about disturbing them and seeing you in such a wanton state?" Su Hong was both ashamed and anxious, and murmured, "No, no, I... ah... ah... when I came out... I looked carefully, and they... were all... fast asleep... ah... ah..." Although she said this, she was still guilty, and in the heat of passion, she couldn't help but try to look back to see if anyone was watching her.
I took the opportunity to thrust a few times, and she was caught off guard. Her body trembled violently, and she could no longer suppress her cries. "Oh, ah!" Her cries rose high. This cry was like a river bursting its banks, flowing uncontrollably. Her private parts tightened suddenly, gripping my penis tightly.
I moved with increasing urgency, each thrust seeming to penetrate deeper. Hearing her unrestrained, high-pitched moans filled me with immense satisfaction.
I lowered my head and took her swollen nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting. The feeling of sucking on those fleshy grapes was wonderful; I almost wanted to bite through the tender skin and suck out the delicious milk. Her nipple must have been incredibly sensitive now, because the moment I bit it, her whole body tensed, writhing and twisting, as if she were actively rubbing against my lower body, an incomparably pleasurable sensation spreading throughout her body.
Under my double assault, she soon collapsed, her limbs wrapping around me like an octopus, her insides burning hot, tightly constricting my penis with a force that seemed to want to break it. Then, her body suddenly paused, and a large gush of cool, vaginal fluid gushed from deep within her, pouring directly onto my glans.
I jolted, seeing myself about to reach orgasm, and after another twenty or thirty thrusts, my ejaculation resumed, and I too released a torrent of fluid. She had just climaxed when my hot, urgent semen shot right into her clitoris. "I...I...it's coming again...ah..." she cried out ecstatically, then ejaculated again. Her body remained motionless, like a corpse, for a long while before she regained her senses.After the climax, we remained silent, embracing each other and savoring the afterglow of pleasure. My fingers unconsciously played with her long, thick, black hair, twirling a strand around my fingers. She nestled in my arms, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck. Suddenly, I felt a chill on my bare shoulder, and drops of icy liquid dripped down my shoulder, rolled onto my chest, and slid down our pressed skin.

"You're crying." I gently pried her body apart, cupping her delicate face in my hands. Tears streamed down her smooth skin and flowed into my hands. I asked softly, my heart aching, "Did I hurt you just now?" Su Hong shook her head, whispering, "Yu Xuan, I... am I a slut? Second Brother just died, his body is barely cold, and as soon as Sixth Brother isn't by my side, I... I couldn't help myself..." Before she could finish, her voice choked with sobs.
My heart ached. I covered her cherry lips, cutting her off, "No, it's all my fault. I seduced you from the beginning. It's all my fault. But we truly love each other. If Second Brother knew in the afterlife, he would surely forgive us. Don't worry, I will definitely catch the murderer, tear him apart, and avenge Second Brother." Hearing my words, Su Hong's emotions gradually calmed, and she nestled quietly in my arms again. When I woke up in the morning, the beauty beside me was gone, only a faint fragrance remaining to prove that what had happened last night was not a dream.
(II)
We packed our luggage and set off. Su Hong and Wan Yue rode in one carriage, while I escorted them on horseback. We were cautious and swift along the way, not daring to stop for a moment, fearing any unexpected events.
Fortunately, nothing happened along the way. With Zhenjiang just ahead, I felt uneasy for some reason, and the atmosphere around me

seemed a bit off. On the surface, everything seemed the same as usual, but I could still sense a hint of tension in the air. Once we entered Zhenjiang, I realized that something was really wrong. Although the streets were still bustling with activity, with cars and people everywhere, and pedestrians and street vendors all wearing smiles and appearing friendly,
upon closer inspection, I noticed that many people, while smiling, were scrutinizing others as if interrogating criminals. Even stranger, there were many more beggars in the city than before, and most of them didn't have any pitiful expression of begging. Instead, they all looked around with shrewd eyes, appearing more like disguised officials than beggars.
Although I was filled with questions, I was almost home, so I didn't dwell on it. Turning a corner, at the end of the cobblestone road ahead, stood a grand mansion with soaring beams, double eaves, and a dark gate. Above the gate hung a large vermilion plaque with four powerful characters: "Bai Cao Tang Feng".
As soon as I entered the house, I saw my sixth brother, Ge Zhiping, looking extremely anxious. He came out from the inner courtyard, pulled me aside, and whispered in my ear, "Fifth Brother, Zheng Lin is dead." "Ah!" A thousand thoughts flashed through my mind. I grabbed his arm and asked urgently, "How could this happen? Who did it?" Before my sixth brother could answer, a servant ran over, looking troubled, and reported to me, "Young Master, there are some beggar-like people outside who say they have something extremely important to discuss and are insisting on seeing you." "Beggars? Could it be the Beggars' Clan?" My sixth brother and I exchanged a glance and ordered, "Quickly, invite them in." When Zheng Lin used to drink with me, he often lamented that the Beggars' Clan was now in decline, gradually losing its former tight organization and efficient operations. Since the great battle between good and evil forty years ago, the members had lived in peace for too long and were probably no longer able to cope with the unpredictable world of martial arts. At that time, I laughed at him for worrying unnecessarily, but today I realized it was indeed true.
There were about a dozen people of varying heights and builds sitting opposite us, each carrying five or six burlap sacks on their backs. After a brief introduction, it turned out they were all skilled fighters from various branch headquarters near Zhenjiang, holding positions of either branch leader or deputy leader. With so many people gathered together, there wasn't even a leader; five or six people would start talking at once, asking completely unrelated questions.
I patiently answered their questions one by one, my mind still preoccupied with Zheng Lin's matter. The sixth brother, however, couldn't sit still any longer. "Gentlemen, didn't my third brother already answer these questions last time? Why are you asking them again today? Do you think the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan would lie to you? Do you think my third brother, Meng Huaiyuan, the Judge of Life and Death, is just talking nonsense?" There was a moment of silence. Finally, an old man replied somewhat awkwardly, "Sixth Hero Ge, please don't blame us for being nosy. This matter is of great importance. Five days ago, Chief Zheng was attacked during a gathering with his gang members at the City God Temple in the west of the city. All thirty-two of our gang's core disciples from Zhenjiang who were present were killed. What's even more terrifying is that, regardless of their martial arts skills, they all had only one fatal wound." "Five days ago?" A thought flashed through my mind. Wasn't that the very night I arrived at my second brother's manor? I didn't expect them to act so quickly and ruthlessly... "If we confirm that it was indeed Cao Xiong who did it, we can formulate a countermeasure as soon as possible," a Beggar Clan disciple chimed in.
"Formulate a countermeasure?" I wanted to laugh when I heard that. "Back when Cao Xiong was rampant, where was your Beggars' Clan? Weren't you forced to retreat at every turn?" But these were thoughts I could only keep to myself. I bowed to them and said sorrowfully, "Gentlemen, Brother Zheng and I are best friends. His misfortune has deeply saddened me. I wish I could immediately find the murderer and tear him to pieces to avenge Brother Zheng.
I've heard you all speak with my third brother, and I've only just returned from abroad, so my knowledge is limited. Since these bandits are targeting the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, and my second brother and Brother Zheng have both been killed, our two families should now unite against this common enemy. What do you all think?" Unexpectedly, the entire room fell silent again. The leaders who had been so eloquent just moments before all kept their lips tightly shut. Some lowered their heads in silence, some stared intently at the rafters, and others gulped down their tea. Seeing this scene, my heart sank.
After a long pause, someone finally spoke up: "This...this matter of joining forces, perhaps we can discuss it another day. I heard that Madam Lu also returned with Fifth Master Feng, could we ask her to come out and meet us?" Sixth Brother Ge Zhiping could no longer contain himself, slamming his hand on the table and angrily shouting, "You guys are going too far!" *******************************
After seeing the Beggars' Clan off, I turned back to Sixth Brother and smiled, "It's been a long time since I've seen you so angry, it startled me." "They've gone too far, what do they take us for? Like interrogating criminals. Moreover, such a large gang, without any unification, each going their own way, is practically a disorganized mess. Now they even dare to make such an unreasonable request as to see Second Sister-in-law!" he said bitterly.
Sixth Brother was still a bit naive. The Beggars' Clan had enjoyed peace for the past two years, and these people, backed by a powerful figure, naturally wielded considerable influence everywhere, becoming arrogant and complacent. However, with such prolonged peace, they hadn't had many opportunities to prove themselves.

I heard there are currently vacancies among the elders of the Beggars' Sect's Jiangnan branch. It seems these branch leaders have already calculated that whoever makes a significant contribution in this incident will have a huge advantage in the competition for elder positions. Judging from this, they're probably all wary of each other, so how could they possibly cooperate wholeheartedly? Just as
I was about to voice my thoughts, a servant came to report that more than a dozen guests had arrived. I flipped through their name cards, and my sixth brother leaned over. "Ah, these are all local bigwigs from Zhenjiang." Indeed. They were the owner of Zhenjiang's largest carriage company, the owners and chief镖师 (chief镖师) of the three major镖局 (escort agencies), the owners of several large inns, the heads of several famous martial arts schools, and two other local celebrities and gentry. "
What are these people doing here?" my sixth brother asked, somewhat puzzled. "Are they here to mourn Second Brother?" "Let's hear what they have to say." I could already guess some of their intentions.
As expected, after a few brief pleasantries, these people immediately got to the point.
"Master Feng, even if we're not family, we're connected by kinship. Please, no matter what, you must help us." "Revenge is common in the martial world, we understand that, but the Beggars' Clan has really gone too far." "Young Master, those beggars come three or four times a day, glaring at our customers. How are we supposed to do business like this?" "Fifth Hero Feng, for the sake of our hometown ties, you have to lend a hand. Only your name can make these beggars behave themselves." "It's not that we don't want to help them, but the way they're doing things, our brothers won't accept it." It seems these Beggars' Clan disciples are resorting to any means necessary to gain merit; they haven't overlooked any profession or figure in Zhenjiang even remotely connected to the martial world. The current situation is very different from what we initially envisioned. The killing of Zheng Lin and more than 30 of his core disciples overnight has almost completely paralyzed the Beggars' Sect's Zhenjiang branch. After all, Beggars' Sect disciples from other places cannot fully grasp the local situation in a short period of time.
Cao Xiong has been missing since his defeat by my elder brother three years ago. He didn't even come to the aid of his surviving brothers and relatives when they were being hunted by enemies, so even if he has followers, they probably aren't many. Now, Jiangnan is full of his enemies, so I doubt he'll openly seek revenge against us.
Given his experience and cunning, this revenge will surely be meticulously planned, and he's likely deeply hidden, so it won't be easy to find clues. With Zheng Lin dead, our only chance to gain the upper hand now lies with the full cooperation of the local strongmen in Zhenjiang.
Having made up my mind, I naturally offered them kind words and agreed to their request, promising to mediate with the Beggars' Gang. After seeing them off, I returned to the main hall and saw my third and fourth brothers sitting there. I quickly went up to them and greeted them, "Third brother, fourth brother, when did you arrive?" "Just when those people were complaining to you," my third brother said, his thin face showing approval, "Fifth brother, you handled it very well. I also think the Beggars' Clan has been completely out of their minds these past few days. If things continue like this, they'll offend everyone." "Don't worry, I'll find a way to reconcile the relationship between the Beggars' Clan and them. Only by working together can we achieve great things." I agreed and casually asked, "Has there been any news from eldest brother yet?" My third brother's expression darkened. "No, just now, my fourth brother and I left emergency signals at various intersections in the suburbs. We hope eldest brother will see them and come as soon as possible." Everyone fell silent. So much time without any news was not like eldest brother's style. We all knew that, in terms of martial arts alone, there were only one or two people in Jiangnan who could surpass him, and eldest brother was one of them. Cao Xiong had only lost one match since his debut, the one against his eldest brother, Long Fei. Even though his martial arts had declined in the past two years, he was still not someone to be easily dealt with.
"It's getting late. You've had a long and tiring journey protecting Second Sister-in-law and the others. You should rest early; someone is waiting for you in your room." Third Brother patted me considerately.
"Yes, Fifth Brother, that girl has been waiting for you for a long time." Even the usually honest Sixth Brother chimed in with a sly smile.
"Isn't it the same for you and Seventh Sister?" I replied casually, then suddenly remembered how Seventh Sister had been intimate with me a few days ago, and felt a little guilty and ashamed. Before I could finish speaking, a servant came to report: "Gu Changfeng, the Chief Constable of Zhenjiang Prefecture, has come to visit." **********************************
Walking back to my room, I felt quite tired. A quiet courtyard appeared ahead, with two lanterns at the gate emitting a warm glow in the night. Seeing those lights, I felt a little warmer. Passing through the courtyard gate, only the paper window of the main house in front of me still shone with light. Pushing open the door, I saw candlelight shining brightly on the round table in the center of the room, a blue gauze covering bowls and plates laden with food. A young girl in brocade
robes was fast asleep beside the table. I tiptoed to her side; this girl was indeed sleeping soundly. Nestled in my arms was a serene and gentle face, her long black hair styled in a three-bun, revealing her fair and delicate neck, with only a few strands of black hair falling softly against the back of her neck. She hadn't even put on an outer garment before falling asleep, wasn't she afraid of getting cold?
I took off my long robe and gently draped it over her. "Ah," her long eyelashes trembled a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes, blinking for a while before recognizing me.

"Young master, when did you return without waking me? Have you eaten? Ah, the food is cold, I'll ask the kitchen to warm it up for you." Saying this, she hurriedly stood up.
I pressed down on her delicate shoulder. "I'm not hungry, just sit still." I carefully examined her slightly haggard face. "Youlan, you've lost weight while I was away. I told you before, many things at home can be left to the servants; you don't need to do everything yourself." I stroked her smooth, tender face.
It was fate that brought Youlan together. She came from a scholarly family. Two years ago, during a severe drought in Shaanxi, her family fled to Jiangnan with thousands of other refugees. The hardships they endured on the journey are self-evident. Her family members also passed away one after another during the escape. Near Jingzhou, her last remaining relative, her father, a renowned scholar from Guanzhong, also passed away.
To ensure her father's proper burial, she was forced to sell herself for his funeral. I happened to pass through that area, and from then on, she became my personal maid, though she was more like my steward or even a concubine.
Youlan stretched out her small, fair hands and pressed my palms tightly against her face, rubbing them back and forth. She murmured, "Master knows I've worked hard, so please don't worry me. I heard from Third Master that Second Master had an accident, and there's been such a big incident in the city these past two days. I... I... if anything were to happen to you, I..." I gently pressed my hand to her mouth, stopping her from saying anything more. The world is dangerous. If one is alone, it's not so bad, but if one has ties in their heart, even a hero will inevitably feel a sense of unease. With a slight pull, I drew her soft, delicate body into my arms.
My arms encircled her slender waist, inhaling her faint, delicate fragrance. My lips brushed against her rounded earlobe, and I whispered, "My dear Lanlan, have you missed me these past few days?" As I spoke, I deliberately touched her jade-like earlobe with my teeth. A blush spread from her smooth neck, quickly covering her porcelain cheeks. The delicate body in my arms trembled slightly, probably thanks in part to my right hand, which was caressing her smooth abdomen.
Looking at her, my heart burned with a sudden heat. My lips chased her luscious red lips, my hands searching for a knot to bind her beautiful body. After a series of soft moans and the rustling of her clothes, her jade-like breasts were revealed. Not particularly large, but perfectly shaped and firm, slightly upturned, with two small, pale pink nipples.
Watching her jade-like breasts change shape at my mercy, a blush spread like wildfire from Youlan's neck down her delicate chest, her nipples rising in response. I pinched her slightly swollen, rosy nipples between my index and middle fingers, giving them a couple of twists, and a soft, alluring moan escaped Youlan's lips.
"Hmm, Master, you've been traveling all day, aren't you tired?"
"Don't worry, your young master is nicknamed the Wandering Dragon Swordsman, how could a dragon tire so easily?" As I spoke, one hand lifted her pleated skirt, reaching deep to undo her undergarments.
"Let me do it. Master, you should rest." Youlan twisted her waist, making it easier for me to remove her undergarments, while simultaneously reaching to undo my belt. I
casually tossed her undergarments aside, lifted her long skirt, parted her smooth thighs, and let her straddle my lap. Youlan's slender hands had already grasped my erect penis, stroking it up and down. It felt so good. My trained fingers massaged my penis with varying pressure, each touch making it harder, pleasure shooting from my penis to my lower abdomen. Of
course, I wanted to make Youlan feel good too. My fingers gently slid down to her inner thighs, the warm, moist sensation like a small mouth breathing hot air onto my hand. I grasped her lush, full mons pubis, my hand covered in its smooth, oily texture.
Following the source of the heat, my fingers found the slightly parted slit, rubbing the plump labia a couple of times before probing inside. It felt like touching a delicate bud; a long moan escaped Youlan's lips, her bright eyes instantly becoming misty.
My fingers moved a few times, and Youlan's body rubbed against me as if it were covered in honey. "Young master... ah... faster, ah..." With the rhythm of my fingers moving in and out, her moans rose and fell. Sticky nectar flowed continuously from my fingers, dripping onto the base of her legs.I couldn't hold back any longer. I helped her up; she was so limp, it felt like she had no bones left. My thick, hard penis aimed at her eagerly opening flower-like opening, and with a thrust of my hips, I plunged it in. A soft "Ah!" escaped her lips as Youlan wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her entire body against my chest. Although she was already thoroughly wet, Youlan's private parts were still so tight. The warm flesh enveloped my penis, the tiny folds rubbing against the shaft. The considerate Youlan, probably worried I was getting too tired, actively moved her body as soon as I entered her, which I was happy to do without. One hand held her waist, while the other freely played with her breasts.

"Lan'er, your breasts are getting fuller and fuller. How are you going to thank your young master?" "You still say that? You're so naughty. You never leave me alone there. The marks from last time took half a month to fade.
Ah, don't bite..."
Of course, I couldn't let it sit idle. I opened my mouth and took most of her breast into my mouth. The smooth, melting sensation made me unable to control myself, sucking and biting. My lower body thrust upwards forcefully in response to Youlan's movements, as if each thrust was about to pierce her.
"Ah, I... I'm going to fly, ah..." Several heavy thrusts hit the deepest part of her flower core solidly. I felt a sudden heat inside Youlan, rushing through her body along the bulging veins on my thick penis. It was as if all the pores were stimulated and opened up all at once. In that instant, I felt as if I had entered a fairyland.
"Good Lanlan, it feels so good down there, so amazing."
"Me too... I hit it again, oh my god, I..."
My hands gripped Youlan's slender waist tightly, thrusting upwards again and again. Youlan's arms and legs were already tightly wrapped around my body like an octopus, her private parts desperately chasing after my penis. Her whole body was flushed pink from excitement and engorgement. Fine beads of sweat soaked her smooth body, and several times I almost let go, her hands sliding from her waist to her ribs.
"It's coming, ah... it's coming." Youlan finally reached her climax, her body trembling violently, her vagina contracting intensely, her fingers gripping my back tightly, I could feel the burning sensation of her fingers digging into it. I took a deep breath, a surge of heat rising from my lower abdomen to my penis, a feeling that my penis was about to burst.
Seemingly sensing this stimulation, Youlan let out another high-pitched cry, and another surge of scalding heat poured from her vagina onto the tip of my penis. My penis throbbed uncontrollably a few times before gushing out.
"Young master, I... am so beautiful..." Her delicate body seemed to melt as she slumped against me.

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