Six Yang Divine Skill

A slight melancholy settled in his heart. The surroundings were now completely quiet; if it weren't for the traces of their previous lovemaking on Lin Wan's corpse, one would truly believe it was all a dream. Li Laohu wasn't one to dwell on emotions, and quickly composed himself. Looking at Lin Wan's body, he walked over and began searching him. In no time, he had taken everything from Lin Wan.
Unexpectedly, Lin Wan had quite a few things on him. Besides a bottle of "Aphrodisiac Powder," there was another bottle and a small notebook—a book on poisons. Li Laohu flipped through it; it contained many methods for refining pills and poisons. He found the chapter on "Aphrodisiac Powder," and sure enough, there was a method to counteract it—the antidote in the other small bottle. Finally, Li Laohu also found a stack of silver notes and a lot of silver on him, totaling more than five thousand yuan in cash. Upon seeing this stack of silver notes, Li Laohu almost burst out laughing. Tonight was truly a lucky night. To be a hero for once had yielded so much. No wonder those chivalrous knights-errant were always clamoring to go out into the martial world to uphold justice. Because as long as they killed a bad guy, they would naturally reap rich rewards. However, they never thought that the bad guys' belongings were stolen from ordinary people. In this way, they could rightfully obtain the money of commoners and gain a reputation for benevolence and righteousness. Perhaps they could even save a beauty from a disaster and win her heart. Everyone would be willing to do such a good thing.
He pulled a small book from Lin Wan's corpse, searched all of Lin Wan's pockets but found nothing. He kicked the body aside, initially thinking the book was some kind of martial arts manual. Although Lin Wan's kung fu wasn't high, his lightness skill as a womanizer must be excellent. Li Laohu greatly admired lightness skills, which defied physics, and running fast was crucial for navigating the martial world. Against opponents he couldn't defeat or who outnumbered him, speed was key. However, this little book piqued Li Laohu's interest. It was titled "A Guide to the Martial World."
After a quick glance, he found it introduced various martial arts factions and rankings. Li Laohu flipped to the Thief Ranking, where Lin Wan was ranked third.
The text states: Lin Wan's nickname is "The Butterfly of the Jianghu," which immediately reveals his profession: a womanizer. His birth is unknown, and his cultivation level is not high, but he has two special skills. His Jianghu rank is not high, probably lower level, but his lightness skill is excellent, comparable to a peak acquired master. Secondly, he is a master of poisons, most skilled in a substance called "Hehuan San" (Alliance Powder). Speaking of "Hehuan San," it is neither the most potent nor the most terrifying, because it takes effect slowly. To use it, one must wait for time. As the name suggests, once poisoned, one's internal energy will surge wildly, making it impossible to exert internal force and causing weakness in the limbs. When it is released, it has a sour smell. Anyone with a little Jianghu knowledge knows the characteristics of "Hehuan San" and will be alert as soon as it is released. Therefore, under normal circumstances, it is not very useful. However, everything has its advantages and disadvantages. Although this medicine has many drawbacks, its effects are extremely potent. If one is affected, all else fails; but if affected, anyone who isn't a master of innate strength will suffer a significant reduction in their power. The best course of action is to flee immediately. Even the weaker ones will lose all their power, becoming limp and helpless.
Next, Li Laohu turned to the records of the Murong family,
a prominent martial arts clan. The Murong family was a renowned martial arts clan, famous throughout the land. Their main business was the Daye Jewelry Company, primarily dealing in jewelry and jade, and they also owned many fertile fields. Their strength ranked among the top ten in the martial arts world. The Murong family didn't have many core members; the current head was Murong Ye. However, he rarely traveled the martial arts world, so his skill level couldn't be determined. Nevertheless, the Murong family's Six Yang Divine Skill, Star Shift, and Three Harmony Finger were famous martial arts techniques, so he was highly regarded. Murong Jiangyan was Murong Ye's daughter. He only had two daughters, known as the Murong Twins.
After a cursory glance, Li Laohu didn't see the Jianghu Hundred Flowers Ranking he most wanted to see. Somewhat disappointed, he pocketed everything and began disposing of Lin Wan's body. There was a small lake not far ahead; Li Laohu tied the body to it and threw it in.
Watching the water return to calm, Li Laohu felt a pang of sadness, a sense of shared fate. Lin Wan, though deserving of death, met a tragic end by dying so quietly. Of course, he wasn't feigning compassion for Lin Wan; rather, he thought of himself. He was now a member of the Jianghu world, the same kind of person as Lin Wan—not skilled in martial arts, but cunning and treacherous. Lin Wan, though not as skilled as him, had many tricks up his sleeve to have roamed the Jianghu for so long, yet he died a violent death in a single move, his death shrouded in mystery. If he were in Lin Wan's shoes someday, wouldn't it be even more pathetic? Therefore, while martial arts were important, intelligence was equally crucial. He had to be careful in his actions, improve his martial arts as quickly as possible, and further develop his ruthlessness to ensure his safety. He didn't want to become a second Lin Wan.
Over the next few days, Li Laohu traveled towards Shaolin Temple. Along the way, he carefully read the book Murong Jiangyan had given him. To his surprise, the author was someone he knew: Murong Bo. Murong Bo was the most cunning character in *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, the source of all the trouble that led to the tragic life of Qiao Feng, the greatest hero of the series. He never imagined these two worlds were connected. Murong Bo was the most cunning and scheming character in *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*. To revive the Great Yan dynasty, he orchestrated a massive operation lasting thirty years, involving several opposing regimes: Tibet, Dali, the Song Dynasty, and the Liao Dynasty. He was arguably the best director of the 11th century. Everything he considered was for the revival of the Great Yan.
Thirty years earlier, he had falsely sent a message to martial arts heroes in the Central Plains, claiming that a group of Khitan warriors were planning to attack Shaolin Temple and seize its various divine skills. Abbot Xuanci, upholding justice, ruthlessly led the attack, even against women and children, and intercepted and killed the so-called Khitan warriors outside Yanmen Pass. In reality, those Khitan warriors were Xiao Yuanshan and his family. He had only visited his mother-in-law's home in the Southern Dynasty during his only son Qiao Feng's first birthday celebration. However, he was inexplicably ambushed by heroes from the Central Plains, resulting in the destruction of his family and successfully sowing discord between Shaolin and the Khitan warriors. To draw attention, he faked his death at home and then went into hiding at Shaolin Temple. Even
after going into hiding, Murong Bo still prioritized restoring his kingdom. He also wanted to incite conflict between Dali and Shaolin, killing Master Xuanbei in Shenjie Temple and killing Ke Baisui to raise funds. Even before faking his death, he had stolen the "Seventy-Two Arts" of Shaolin Temple and given them to Kumārajīva. He had a keen eye for talent, knowing Kumārajīva's insatiable greed for martial arts, and wanted to teach him the Shaolin arts to make relations between Tibet and Shaolin tense. He further encouraged Kumārajīva's ambition to acquire the Six Meridian Divine Sword, further straining relations between Tibet and Dali. In fact, several years later, Kumārajīva's actions—borrowing the Six Meridians Divine Sword from the Tianlong Temple monks and challenging the Shaolin monks alone—were all within Murong Bo's expectations. Unfortunately, Kumārajīva, a highly respected monk, was completely unaware of this. Fortunately, his experience of going from life to death and back again in the dry well later helped him understand. The
Murong family, father and son, one in the open and one in the shadows, with the help of the four great generals Feng Bo'e, Gongye Qian, Bao Butong, and Deng Baichuan, were indeed a formidable force. His actions after faking his death undoubtedly provided significant assistance to Murong Fu, who was operating openly, much like Xiao Yuanshan's disguise as a man in black to help Qiao Feng.
As everyone knows, Murong Bo's martial arts skills were top-notch. Forty-three years prior, he had defeated the Yellow-Eyebrow Monk with the "Vajra Finger," and eighteen years earlier, he was already researching the "Lingbo Weibu" (a martial arts technique). Hidden behind the scenes at Shaolin Temple, he had copies of all seventy-two Shaolin arts and had even practiced the exquisite "Weituo Pestle." Unfortunately, his enemies were Qiao Feng and his son, two heroes of unparalleled heroism. He eventually encountered a monstrous master like the Nameless Old Monk, and was forced to become a monk at Shaolin Temple.
This notebook-like book was written after he became a monk. He was proficient in the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect, the Murong family, and Shaolin. Following the Nameless Old Monk, his understanding of martial arts reached a new level. Besides studying Buddhism, the Nameless Old Monk often discussed martial arts with him and Xiao Yuanshan. All three were top-tier martial arts masters, each with their own unique styles. As the saying goes, "Three heads are better than one," and their discussions greatly inspired the Nameless Old Monk. He transformed his life's learning into the "Nine Yang Manual," inscribed in the Lankavatara Sutra under the name of Bodhidharma. Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan each incorporated fragments of his Nine Yang Manual into their own martial arts, creating different styles. Murong Bo, in particular, mastered the "Six Yang Manual," the most suitable martial art for the Murong family.

The Nine Yang Manual and the Nine Yin Manual are arguably the two most magical and powerful martial arts manuals in Jin Yong's novels.
The *Nine Yang Manual* first appeared in Jin Yong's novels in the final chapter of *The Return of the Condor Heroes*. Master Jueyuan used this book to astound the most powerful martial arts masters of the time, including the "Eastern Heretic, Western Poison, Southern Emperor, Northern Beggar, and Central Mischievous Child." However, the manual was taken to Kunlun Mountain by Yin Kexi. More than ninety years later, Zhang Wuji obtained the manual from the belly of a white ape in Kunlun Mountain and used it to become a legendary hero, dominating the martial arts world. The
*Nine Yang Manual* was written by a master (the author of the manual) within the cracks of the *Lankavatara Sutra*. This master was none other than the nameless monk!
The *Nine Yang Manual* is a completely different book from the *Nine Yin Manual*. It is a supreme internal energy cultivation method in the martial arts world, without any recorded martial arts techniques. It was accidentally obtained by Jueyuan, the master of Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang School. Practicing this skill allows one to unleash a misty purple aura that can be freely diffused within and outside the body, making one impervious to blades and spears, water and fire, poison, and other substances, thus granting an indestructible body.
At its highest level, the *Nine Yang Manual* is comparable to the Shaolin School's strongest internal energy technique, the *Yi Jin Jing*, making it truly the strongest, most profound, and most refined internal energy cultivation method in the martial arts world.
Murong Bo's Six Yang Divine Skill was derived from this, and it was considered one of the most powerful internal martial arts in the world. It made up for the shortcomings of the Murong family in the past. The Murong family's first divine skill, "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" (Shifting Stars), and the Ming Cult's "Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi" (Great Shift of Heaven and Earth) share similar principles, requiring immense internal energy to unleash their power. Previously, Murong Bo had painstakingly acquired the "Ling Bo Wei Bu" (Lingbo Steps) from the Xiaoyao Sect and some superficial skills, but lacked a true internal energy mastery. The Six Yang Divine Skill filled this gap, greatly enhancing the Murong family's strength.
After the death of the nameless old monk, Murong Bo went to the Murong family, entrusted the Six Yang Divine Skill and his martial arts training to the feigning madness of Murong Fu and Abi, and then returned to Shaolin. Three years later, he truly passed away.
Li Laohu was very familiar with Jin Yong's martial arts novels, as he had been influenced by these books to start practicing martial arts. He was most curious about the later stages of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils," and he never expected to know the answer today.
Unfortunately, Li Laohu was very curious about Xiao Yuanshan's reaction after Qiao Feng's death, but this book, which resembled a notebook, didn't mention it. However, Li Laohu gained a lot from Murong Bo's insights into martial arts cultivation and the classification of martial arts levels. There were hundreds of thousands of martial artists in the martial arts world. Apart from many low-level practitioners and those who relied on brute force, those who cultivated true qi could be roughly divided into four levels.
Third-rate masters—Foundation Building and Health Cultivation. They had broken free from the limitations of relying on brute force and began to cultivate true qi. At this stage, their true qi was weak and couldn't be truly used for combat. The characteristic of true qi was to nourish the foundation and strengthen the body, making the body stronger and more agile. This type of person accounted for 45% of the martial arts world.
Second-rate masters – True Qi transforms into internal force. True Qi can enhance offensive and defensive capabilities, and its power increases with the level of skill. Only at this stage can True Qi be considered internal strength, and second-rate masters are considered to have entered the ranks of masters. This type of person accounts for 30% of the martial arts world. First-rate masters –
True Qi is released externally. First-rate masters have very abundant True Qi within their bodies and can release it externally, breaking free from the body's natural defenses. Many advanced martial arts techniques require the external release of True Qi to generate powerful punches and sword energy. These people are usually the leaders of their respective schools. Top-tier masters – True Qi transforms from emptiness to reality. This means opening the Ren and Du meridians and transforming innate temperament into innate True Qi. Those who can reach this stage are extremely rare, all possessing extraordinary talent, and each is a grandmaster of martial arts.
Peerless grandmasters – All eight extraordinary meridians in the body are opened, pushing the limits of human potential. Every move they make can subdue dragons and tigers. Throughout history, only Bodhidharma has reached this level; even the nameless old monk only opened seven meridians.
Li Laohu assessed his strength. In close combat alone, he could rival a top-tier master. However, if he were at a distance and faced attacks like sword or palm strikes, he would be at a significant disadvantage and could be instantly killed. Li Laohu's biggest takeaway from these notes was a general understanding of the difference between modern martial arts and the martial arts of this novel world. In
the real world, martial arts masters, after mastering Ming Jin (manifested strength), could unleash a powerful punch that exploded through the air. The sheer force was astonishing, the so-called "a sound worth a thousand pieces of gold." Further, they trained their mental strength and physical attributes, adjusting the center of gravity of their spine and tailbone, allowing the muscles and tendons throughout their body to connect, unleashing hidden strength. Then, they further integrated this throughout their body, regulating their internal organs. They clearly understood and mastered every organ, both internal and external. Finally, they trained
, ensuring that the power reached the four extremities—teeth, tongue, nails, and hair—with hidden strength permeating the entire body. Reaching a state where not even a feather could be added, not even a fly could land, was called Hua Jin (transformed strength).
A martial artist who reached this level had clean and pure internal organs. With strong bones and muscles throughout the body and abundant bone marrow, living past 130 or 140 years old is not a problem, provided one takes proper care of oneself. Moving forward, one reaches the intermediate level of internal energy cultivation, where the golden elixir is internally concentrated, achieving a perfect balance. This involves sitting with the elixir in one's hips, concentrating all the essence, energy, spirit, blood, and marrow into a single point. It's like the tiny point that evolved into the vast world at the beginning of time.
This level of skill, though described in such a mysterious way, is essentially about concentrating the body's energy in the dantian (lower abdomen). Then, it explodes with a bang. The closer it's concentrated, the stronger the explosive force. This is called "embracing the elixir." We often hear people talk about refining essence into qi, but this essence isn't the same as the physical energy. It refers to a person's energy, which is essentially heat energy. When a person exercises, their whole body heats up, and when the heat is intense, they sweat. This heat is qi. The so-called refining essence into qi is simply the application of this heat. "
However, the human body has countless pores. When exercise generates heat, the qi (vital energy) dissipates through these pores."
The pores on the body are like the holes in a bamboo basket. No matter how much water is poured into the basket, it will always leak out. Similarly, no matter how intense the human body's exercise, the qi will dissipate through the pores, becoming nothing. Preserving this qi during exercise is the most fundamental and profound aspect of martial arts. This is also a method of health preservation in Taoism.
Qi dissipates through the pores. To cultivate qi, one must close all the pores at crucial moments. When animals, especially cats and dogs, become angry, their fur stands on end like a hedgehog. This is called "hair bristling," which is also closing the pores. The same applies to humans. Sometimes, a person gets goosebumps, and their hair stands on end. This is also closing the pores. Li Cunyi, a master of martial arts in the late Qing and early Republican periods, said, "There are four types of strength: obvious strength, hidden strength, obvious softness, and hidden softness. When all four are mastered, one enters a state of perfection." "
However, the world of novels is different. They also practice refining essence into qi, but their essence is not the heat of the human body, but the energy of heaven and earth, which they call spiritual energy. By absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, they generate internal strength within their bodies. With cultivation, the internal strength grows stronger and stronger, opening up meridians one by one, until reaching the Great Acquired Mastery. The Great Acquired Mastery internal strength expert possesses surging internal energy, extremely powerful. Finally, they open the Ren and Du meridians to become a Xiantian master! The more extraordinary meridians they open, the stronger they become! The hidden strength in real martial arts is like needle pricks, which initially cause sweating and is hot, but the internal strength in the novel world is different. Some can be icy cold to the bone, some can be fused with poison, some can be extremely hot, and some can be fierce and domineering. Combined with their respective moves and mental techniques, their power is unimaginable, far stronger than the single hard and hidden strength of real martial arts.
Although the realm and power of real martial arts are not as magical as martial arts, because in the eyes of internal strength masters, training physical strength..." Only low-level people do this. Because generating internal energy through physical strength training is almost impossible. 'From the outside in' is simply too difficult. They don't focus on muscle and bone training; in their eyes, that's a minor path. What they value is absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to refine internal strength. After all, in ancient times, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was abundant, allowing for the refinement of large amounts of internal strength, even which could be stored in the dantian. When
internal martial arts are cultivated to their peak, the meridians throughout the body are opened, giving the muscles, skin, and bones a significant advantage against other martial arts. In this process, they are essentially using hidden energy to open up the entire body. Wherever hidden energy can be emitted, that's where the meridians are opened. For example, Li Laohu can now emit hidden energy even with his pores closed, even on his face. In reality, he has opened all the meridians throughout his body. Internal energy masters in novels cannot cultivate their internal energy to the face, since the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is not the body's own power and is still very powerful to the human body.
They absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to accumulate enough internal strength, and then, relying on this powerful internal strength, gradually open up one meridian after another. This method is like clearing a riverbed, constantly pushing back the silt and garbage. The more garbage is pushed back, the more crowded the riverbed becomes. Although some impurities seep out from the pores during the process of opening up the meridian channels, even more impurities are pushed back into other meridians. Each time a meridian is opened, the impurities in other meridians become more concentrated, making it more difficult to open the next meridian. "
Therefore, in ancient times, it was extremely rare for cultivators to open up the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve regular meridians. As for opening up some minor branch meridians, that was almost impossible.
It's unbelievable that Li Laohu, a person with no internal energy whatsoever, had all his meridians open. In the past thousand years, only Bodhidharma has reached such a level!

Through Murong Bo's notes, Li Laohu became wary. In this novel world, internal martial arts that can open up all the meridians are more valuable than the Yi Jin Jing. If people find out, he'll probably never have a peaceful day again! By the firelight, after reading the notes, Li Laohu fell into deep thought in front of the fire. It had been three days since Murong Yu and Jiang Yan left, and he still hadn't left the mountains. If it weren't for his twenty-first life as a special forces instructor, with his extremely rich wilderness experience, he might have already lost his way." Li Laohu read the notes several times, feeling troubled.
If he went to Shaolin Temple, the temple's acceptance of disciples was extremely strict now, and they would definitely examine whether he had practiced martial arts. If he practiced internal martial arts, people in this world would consider it merely external training and wouldn't care. But what if they used their internal energy to probe his bones and meridians and found that all his meridians were open?
This thought made him hesitate, unsure whether he should go to Shaolin. But without going to Shaolin, he couldn't learn the superior martial arts. Even if he had cultivated his national martial arts to the Dan Jin level, he probably wouldn't be able to fight to the death with a true first-rate master. After all, the power of internal energy in this world was too great; he feared he couldn't withstand a single blow.
Just as he was worrying, a rumble sounded from the sky... A muffled rumble of thunder, followed by streaks of lightning that danced like silver snakes. Li Laohu quickly found a dry, shallow rock hollow to sit in. It was small and shallow, only big enough for one or two people, but sufficient to shelter him from the rain. Amidst the rolling thunder, the rain poured down. Boom! Another deafening clap of thunder shook the earth, its echo lingering in the air. Gradually, Li Laohu listened to this thunder and recalled the Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound of marrow refinement.
Modern martial arts are divided into three training methods: Ming Jin (manifest strength), An Jin (hidden strength), and Hua Jin (transformative strength), as well as three stages of skill: Yi Gu (bone transformation), Yi Jin (tendon transformation), and Yi Sui (marrow transformation), which respectively train the bones, muscles, and marrow. The first two stages, bones, tendons, and muscles, are relatively easy to train, but the marrow is the most difficult to cultivate. Even if one has mastered the first two stages of martial arts, they are merely a martial arts expert; to truly achieve divine prowess and reach a state of divine mastery... To achieve a complete transformation, one must possess the third step, the "Marrow Transformation" skill.
Bone marrow is responsible for blood production; cultivating it to the bone marrow is equivalent to a complete blood transfusion, implying a complete metamorphosis. How can one cultivate this skill to the bone marrow? It's through the vibration of sound. This sound isn't produced by the mouth or through abdominal breathing, but rather, after mastering the skill, one can freely control every bone, muscle, skin, and internal organ in their body, causing them to vibrate slightly and rhythmically. All these vibrations converge into a soft, continuous sound, like muffled thunder rolling across the sky. This is the "Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound." When a temple bell is rung, the lingering sound is the slight vibration of the entire bell. Muffled thunder across the sky is also the vibration of all the air.
Initially, kung fu is simply a process of developing the body's potential. Since people's potential differs, and Asians are naturally less physically strong than Black or White people, wouldn't Black and White people be the most powerful in martial arts? Of course not. Ancient sages spent countless hours resolving the differences caused by innate talent, using the "Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound" technique. This technique trains the bone marrow, which is fundamental to blood production. After training the bone marrow, a person's physical fitness gradually improves. Even a weak person, through dedicated practice, can become as strong as a tiger. Tiger bones are considered the most nourishing, hence the name "tiger bones" because tigers are born with the ability to produce thunderous sounds. However, the technique of Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound is incredibly precise. The movement of each joint and the contraction of each muscle follow a specific sequence. Often, even a slight error in any part, over time, will not only fail to enhance physical strength but will also damage the body. Since ancient times, Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound has been a closely guarded secret.
The reason why the *Yi Jin Jing* and *Nine Yin Manual* are considered the most powerful martial arts manuals in this novel world is not because of the incredible power of the internal energy they cultivate, but because the *Yi Jin Jing* can gradually improve a person's physique with internal energy, achieving a complete transformation. The most miraculous aspect of the *Nine Yin Manual* is the internal energy from the *Yi Jin Duan Gu* chapter. Huang Tang, a frail scholar, was able to become a top master even in his thirties or forties after only beginning to cultivate it, precisely because the *Yi Jin Duan Gu* chapter was the most miraculous part. Hong Qigong, whose internal energy was completely depleted, miraculously recovered and even surpassed his previous level after cultivating the *Yi Jin Duan Gu* chapter—a true miracle.
However, the Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound Technique can also solve this problem without requiring internal energy! If the martial arts world knew this, it would likely unleash a bloodbath no less intense than the *Nine Yin Manual* itself! As Li Laohu's muscles slowly trembled and vibrated, he gradually heard a rhythmic buzzing sound emanating from his bones, blending with the gurgling sound of his blood flowing through his veins like a mountain spring. It was somewhat similar to the lingering thunder outside. Outside,
the rain poured down, and thunder roared one after another. Li Laohu listened intently, finally closing his eyes, clearing his mind of all distractions, leaving only the rolling thunder and the vibrations of his bones and the flow of his blood simulating the thunder.
Eventually, Li Laohu felt that the thunder simulated by his body had become indistinguishable from the thunder emanating from the heavens and earth, completely merging with it. He didn't know how much time had passed when the thunder gradually ceased, and the sound of the rain stopped. Li Laohu's closed eyes felt a bright light.
Opening his eyes, he stepped out of the stone hollow. The sun was rising in the east, the rivers and mountains were ablaze with color—it was another morning! The morning after the rain was fresh, and the trees at the foot of the mountain were particularly lush, so green they seemed to be dripping with sap.
"Yin and Yang merge to form thunder; thunder emerges from the mountains, and all things sprout."
At this point, Li Laohu finally understood the true essence of Chinese martial arts, the profound mystery of its power. He also truly integrated the cultivation of his mind and will that he had honed over the years. Just as a python leaps, swallowing the sun and moon to transform into a dragon.
"Ha!"
After opening the joints of his mind, Li Laohu's will rose and fell like the waves of the sea. With a casual punch, his heart and will merged, his will and qi merged, qi and strength merged. A powerful wind suddenly rose from his entire body, surging and billowing, echoing the sea breeze, inseparable from it.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Li Laohu's figure flashed and leaped on the rocks, his punches carrying sound. Sometimes it was a tiger's roar, sometimes an eagle's cry, sometimes a snake's hiss, sometimes a dragon's roar, sometimes a monkey's cry, sometimes a horse's neigh. Each move he made caused the air to explode.
Amidst the roars of tigers, the cries of eagles, the hisses of snakes, the roars of dragons, the cries of monkeys, and the neighing of horses, a thunderous, rumbling sound reverberated through the sky. Thunder roared, tigers roared, monkeys cried. Li Laohu's new set of punches, in both momentum and power, was clearly superior to his previous ones. This was because he had reached the point where he could effortlessly unleash thunderous sounds.
The most important element of "sound flowing from the hand" is the thunderous sound. Thunder is the yin and yang energy, accumulated to its peak before bursting forth in the sky. The thunderous sound within the human body is also the yin and yang energy of the heart and mind accumulating to a certain point, then driving the bones and muscles to erupt.
A heart like that of an innocent child, clear and gentle, is pure yin. A mind like steel, unwavering and steadfast, is yang.
When the clarity of the heart reaches its peak, and the strength and resilience of the mind reach their zenith, a collision and eruption are inevitable.
At this moment, the thunderous sound naturally arises, without any deliberate practice. Legend has it that when Wong Fei-hung fought the Tiger and Crane Double Form, his entire body surged with power, naturally producing a tiger's roar and a crane's cry. Previously, Li Laohu had deliberately practiced to improve his physique, only achieving half the results with twice the effort. But now, every move he makes carries the resonance of thunderous sound; this is a natural outpouring resulting from the fusion and collision of his mind and will.
One is deliberately sought, the other spontaneously generated—the effects are drastically different.
Just as Li Laohu was practicing his boxing, a group of hunters arrived from the mountains. They were all hunters from the foot of the mountain, dressed in hemp clothing, carrying hunting forks, knives, or bows and arrows. Among them, the tallest and strongest man was carrying an iron bow on his back—a three-stone bow, which could not be drawn without several hundred pounds of strength. After the group had taken a few steps, the leader stopped and said, "Listen, doesn't that sound like a tiger?"
The hunters were all sharp-eyed and familiar with the sounds and scents of animals. Listening carefully, they indeed heard a thunderous roar of a tiger in the distance. Their expressions changed immediately, and they exclaimed, "What a ferocious roar! That's a huge beast! We have a lot of tigers on our mountain!" " It's been years since we've seen a tiger,"
said the leader. "Something's wrong. Why is that tiger roaring? Has it encountered an enemy? There are very few wild beasts in the mountains that can directly confront a tiger."
The group cautiously approached, only to hear a hissing sound. Ordinary people might not understand what it meant, but the leader was greatly surprised. "A giant snake? A dragon and tiger fighting?"
The group, skilled and daring, quietly moved closer to the source of the sound. When they saw the source, they were also surprised. There was no tiger or snake, just a tall monk practicing his fist techniques. His punches and kicks were accompanied by either a roaring tiger or a piercing hiss.

The two hunters in the lead, seeing and hearing this, quickly exchanged a glance. Their faces clearly showed their utter astonishment.
They both thought the tiger was a monster. How could they understand that Xingyi Quan's main routines are mostly imitations of the hunting and self-defense movements of animals? That is, "to capture the essence through form," not seeking the exact form but the true meaning. Animals such as dragons, tigers, monkeys, horses, alligators, chickens, hawks, swallows, snakes, birds, eagles, and bears represent humanity's struggle against wild beasts and its learning from animals. If practitioners don't trace the origins—for example, studying the postures and movements of monkeys when learning monkey boxing, or observing the attack characteristics of snake boxing—they will never truly grasp the essence of the art and reach the level of a master.
Ancient martial arts masters observed animals in deep forests, comprehending their spirit and practicing their skills. When ordinary people witnessed this, they immediately mistook it for encountering gods and monsters, naturally creating many mythical tales. Of course, sound follows the movement. This is what Guo Yunshen referred to as the stage of refining qi into spirit. If one goes further, the sound becomes restrained, silent, and deeply hidden, returning to its origin, completely silent and empty—this is the realm of refining spirit into emptiness.
Li Laohu, standing high and seeing far, immediately spotted several hunters, performing a set of punches with great vigor. After the two watched for a while, he withdrew his fist. Transforming from a snake to a tiger, arms raised, a natural chopping motion followed by a deep roar like a tiger descending a mountain. After pausing, they strolled casually across the rocks, slowly calming their breathing. Just as they were about to speak, a sudden burst of rapid footsteps and even wolf howls erupted from ahead. "Awooo~~~" "Awooo~~~" The frenzied howls caused all the hunters' faces to change drastically. In the mountains, they weren't afraid of tigers or bears; a group of them working together dared to fight any wild beast. What
they feared most was a pack of wolves! A frenzied pack of wolves! The more numerous, the more terrifying! A few figures quickly ran over, all covered in wounds. The hunters' leader was shocked and exclaimed, "It's Stone and his men!"
The hunters from the village at the foot of the mountain had split into two groups to hunt more game. The leader was a renowned hunter in the village, extremely experienced, yet now he was in such a sorry state. The two groups quickly met. The hunter named Stone had a large chunk of flesh bitten off his arm, bleeding profusely, and said palely, "Brother Liang, hurry! We killed a silver-white wolf cub, which attracted a pack of over a hundred wolves chasing us!"
The other group was approaching... Upon hearing this, his expression changed drastically. "Such a thing has happened! Could it be a wolf cub? Everyone, hurry to the woods ahead! Climb the trees to escape this calamity!"
This area was mostly bushes, weeds, and some loose rocks; there wasn't a single large tree to climb. The only place with trees was in the woods a hundred meters away. The hunter surnamed Liang immediately pointed out the only way to survive. Although a dozen hunters could fight even a tiger, facing a pack of hundreds of wolves was certain death. Even a platoon of heavily armed soldiers from the 21st century would suffer heavy casualties against a pack of hundreds of wolves.
But it was too late. The wolves quickly arrived, howling as they pounced on the group. The man surnamed Liang had no choice but to shout, "Those with bows and arrows, step back and shoot! The rest of you, stand in front!"
The hunters calmed down, and those with pitchforks and hunting knives stepped forward to meet the onrushing wolves. A fierce battle began. The screams of men and the howls of wolves mingled together. Within moments, several hunters were wounded, one with his throat severed. Although they had killed a few wolves, many more pounced! *
Thump—thump—* The hunters' arrows rang out, piercing several wolves, but only slightly alleviating the crisis. Soon, the pack would overrun them, and everyone would be torn to pieces. Just when despair seemed imminent, Li Laohu pounced down from a large rock. He unleashed a palm strike.
This strike was as sharp as a blade, a Spring and Autumn Period broadsword. Heavy, fierce, and domineering. Though its edge wasn't particularly sharp, it possessed an ancient and profound strength, direct and unstoppable. Those who met its attack were utterly defeated. The single strike even carried a faint, intense aura of bloodlust. Like a majestic general galloping through enemy lines, his blood boiling, fearless, unstoppable, conquering mountains and crossing rivers. A blood-soaked slash descended from the midst of a vast army, aimed directly at the enemy leader.
The palm strike landed in mid-air, yet the true energy, sword intent, and power tore through the air, extending outwards. Qi, intent, and power combined perfectly, transforming into a substantial, extremely sharp, and destructive force. It swiftly severed a wolf's head and carved a footprint into the hard ground.
This strike not only carried the force of a downward chop but also pressure, dragging, and pulling. Four forces intertwined, executed in one fluid motion, each building momentum for the next, incomparably fierce. It was precisely the most ferocious move from the Spring and Autumn Period sword techniques of the Baguaquan, one of the three major internal martial arts styles, the "Dragging Sword Force." The sharp force tore through the air, creating a vacuum-like blade-like energy.
Then, Li Laohu's hands formed a fist, and as his arms swung downwards, a powerful, surging energy rippled and trembled, its potential boundless. It was like an ancient general wielding two large hammers, the fist energy surging like a tidal wave. A faint, rumbling vibration emanated from the strong wind, coalescing into a powerful, unyielding force that pressed downwards.
The ground beneath his feet suddenly caved in, yet no debris flew or dust rose. The entire area of ground seemed to have been smashed down by a hundred-pound iron hammer, creating a perfectly circular crater. Every wolf was sent flying, unstoppable! This was the "Banlan Chui" move, a technique from Tai Chi originating from the ancient hammer technique. Then, as Li Laohu's fists and feet became increasingly powerful, thunderous sounds arose, naturally erupting with unstoppable force. Within a few feet, the ground raged like a storm, sand and stones flew everywhere, dust filled the air. A fierce, blood-soaked aura, like a thousand troops on a battlefield, swept across the land.
His body leaped high and crouched low; although the wolves pounced and bit him almost without leaving any opening, Li Laohu twisted and weaved, moving freely. His palm strikes were like knives, his fists like hammers, his elbow strikes like spears, his leg sweeps like whips, his shoulder strikes like shields, and his projectiles like powerful crossbow bolts. His entire body was a weapon; every movement, casually, could claim a life.
Xingyi Quan, Bagua Quan, and Tai Chi Quan are all related to ancient battlefield combat. For example, "Iron Mountain Lean" has a connection to the shield-bearing soldiers' use of shields to strike their opponents. Tai Chi's "Twisting Sparrow's Tail" originated from an infantryman's action to restrain an opponent's spear. Many Bagua Quan moves evolved from broadswords and single-edged swords. Tai Chi also has many elements derived from spear and hammer techniques. Li Laohu spent many years living in desolate mountains and primeval forests, fighting various wild beasts and observing their movements. This is the most ancient and primitive form of Xingyi Quan.
Caught off guard by his sudden attack, over thirty wolves died instantly. The remaining wolves pounced on Li Laohu from all sides. Li Laohu whirled around, pulling out the steel knife he'd stolen from the brothel! Using the momentum of his turn, Li Laohu's arms moved like two giant butcher knives. Calming his mind and spirit, he felt surrounded by darkness, relying entirely on his instincts to wield the blades. The
"Night Battle in Eight Directions" technique, a group combat move from the Bagua Palm, was unleashed. Li Laohu's arms swung wildly, like a madman slashing through the air, each palm strike tearing through the air with a series of piercing screams, like the wailing of ghosts. The moment he unleashed "Night Battle in Eight Directions," the expressions of those present were incredibly varied, enough to be described as a classic scene—like a funeral procession in an old-fashioned rural village, with hundreds of suonas playing mournful ghost songs. The "Night Battle in All Directions" Bagua Fist and Saber Technique is a battlefield combat skill used in large-scale group battles. To deal with enemies surrounding you from all sides, it involves a series of consecutive strikes to cut them all down. The emphasis is on fluidity and accuracy, but most importantly, power.
In ancient times, generals practicing this technique would erect eight large, roughly the size of a bowl, haphazardly arranged wooden stakes around themselves, each stake bearing markings. Wielding a heavy, thick-backed steel saber weighing tens of kilograms, they would suddenly dart into the pile of stakes, and in a single turn, without pausing, slice through all eight stakes at their marked points. Mastering the accuracy, power, and fluidity of this technique meant one would be immune to being surrounded on the battlefield. *
Swish—swish—swish—swish—swish—* The saber flashed like lightning, its blade reflecting sunlight and scattering dazzling rays through the air. The saber shot out in brilliant light, slashing towards Luo Shen from all angles, its piercing shriek tearing through the air and sending chills down one's spine, leaving behind a trail of bright, bloody gore! Three minutes later, Li Laohu stood there, knife in hand, with not a single wolf alive around him.

A pack of hundreds of wolves was like a tiger, something even a giant bear would avoid; even an equal number of hunters would almost certainly be wiped out. Yet Li Laohu had single-handedly killed a hundred wolves! After a long while, the burly man surnamed Liang walked over to Li Laohu and said, "Thank you, sir? Uh, Master, Liang Long thanks you for saving my life."
Li Laohu's hair had grown back, but it was still very short. Coupled with his monk's robe, he looked somewhat out of place. It was hard to know what to call him. Li Laohu sheathed his steel knife and said, "It's nothing. I'm not a monk. I just stayed in a temple for a few days because I couldn't survive."
The burly man surnamed Liang suddenly realized that such things were too common in this era. He immediately changed his address and said, "This brave man, may I ask your name? On behalf of Liang Village, I thank you for your great kindness! Your life-saving grace is as heavy as Mount Tai. I hope you will do me the honor of visiting our village. We will prepare some wine and food to entertain you."
Li Laohu was overjoyed to hear this. He had been eating dry rations for several days and his mouth was so bland. He wanted to roast some wild animals, but he had no seasoning and they were tasteless. Having not drunk for several days, his thirst for alcohol was already surging.
He quickly said, "My name is Li Laohu, just call me Laohu, hehe. My mouth is a bit dry, so I'll just chatter on to you brothers." Upon hearing this, Liang Long immediately felt that the man before him was a forthright and generous person, very much to his liking, and quickly said, "That's perfect."
Liang Long was also proud of his innate superhuman strength and had quite a bit of arrogance, but when he met Li Laohu, all his temper vanished, leaving only admiration. For this man who grew up in the mountains, only someone stronger than himself could win his heart. Although Li Laohu didn't think he was anything special at the moment, Liang Long's admiring gaze made him very fond of him, and he developed a great liking for this middle-aged man. The hunters bandaged the wounds, and the person whose trachea had been bitten was still alive. They carefully lifted him up, and the wolf carcasses on the ground were not wasted. Everyone carried several on their backs. Seeing this, Li Laohu also contributed, carrying more than a dozen wolf carcasses by himself.
When their group arrived at a village of about two hundred households at the foot of the mountain, they immediately caused a sensation. Everyone was stunned, and the small village suddenly became lively. Everyone crowded around, curiously and with awe, observing Li Laohu, who was carrying over a thousand kilograms of prey with one hand. Despite being stared at by so many people, Li Laohu remained calm. Someone immediately recognized Liang Long, and a male villager dressed as a hunter said, "Village Chief, you're back! Looks like you've had a great haul!"
Li Laohu was surprised to hear this. So Liang Long was the village chief? In his memory, village chiefs in ancient villages were always old men with white beards. Liang Long laughed heartily, "So it's Brother Zhang San! Didn't I tell you, no need to call me village chief, just call me Brother Liang Long? Hehe, this time it's been quite a success, but these prey aren't mine, they're the ones beside me..." "Brother Li Laohu, he's our savior! If it weren't for him, we wouldn't be back. Speaking of which, he's a relative of yours! Brother Zhang is a truly great hero, with unparalleled strength—even Xiang Yu reborn couldn't compare!"
Liang Long, highly respected in the village and thus the village chief, turned everyone's gaze to Li Laohu. They had all witnessed Li Laohu's incredible strength and were filled with admiration. Li Laohu, feeling somewhat embarrassed by their stares, threw his prey to the ground, causing it to tremble—a testament to its weight. Emulating ancient etiquette, Li Laohu bowed respectfully to the villagers, saying, "Fellow villagers, I am Li Laohu. Brother Liang, you flatter me. I dare not accept the title of hero; I merely possess some brute strength. How can I compare to Xiang Yu? I apologize for disturbing your village during my journey. If..." "If you don't mind, consider these prey pieces on the ground my welcoming gift!"
The villagers were overjoyed. Although most villagers made their living by hunting, they couldn't hunt so many wild beasts in three months. They usually hunted gentler wild animals and birds; catching large, ferocious beasts required a combination of strength and traps. Besides Liang Long, who possessed superhuman strength and unparalleled archery skills, how could an ordinary hunter accomplish this? Moreover, many wolves were killed by Li Laohu with his bare hands, their pelts completely intact, making them extremely valuable. Everyone looked at Liang Long with envy. Liang Long laughed, "Look at you all! I didn't hunt these. Since Brother Zhang, the host, is so generous, you don't need to pretend to refuse. Let's divide them among ourselves. Remember, those whose wives are pregnant or those who are struggling financially should get a larger share." The villagers roared in agreement. Li Laohu's generosity... This gesture brought them closer.
Li Laohu followed Liang Long to his home. Although he was the village chief, his dwelling wasn't much more luxurious than that of ordinary villagers; it remained simple and unpretentious. A woman emerged from the house. Though dressed in hemp clothing, it couldn't conceal her beauty. Li Laohu was immediately captivated by her snow-white, slender figure. She was graceful and slender, with a willow-like waist, lotus-like arms, snowball-like hips, and long legs. Her breasts, already ripped from her clothes, resembled large, white steamed buns—every feature was exquisitely beautiful.
He hadn't expected such a young woman from the mountains to have such a body. Through the holes in her clothes, her breasts were translucent, and the wind blew her garments, revealing the gentle rise and fall of her rapid breathing. Li Laohu's heart stirred. He gazed at her beautiful face; her dark hair, though disheveled, still exuded elegance.
Upon seeing Liang Long, the woman exclaimed, "Husband, you're back!" "
So this must be Liang Long's wife," Li Laohu thought with envy and even a touch of jealousy. He couldn't believe Liang Long had such a beautiful wife. Liang Long introduced her to Li Laohu: "Brother Li, this is my wife, He Shi! Madam, quickly prepare the wine and dishes. This is the brave warrior who slaughtered a hundred wolves, and the savior of over a dozen people in our village."
He Shi quickly bowed and said, "Thank you so much for your great kindness, sir."
Li Laohu quickly replied, "Sister-in-law, don't be so polite. Just call me Laohu. Hehe, I'm a rough man, and my name is quite unpleasant, but Brother Liang and I are a dragon and a tiger, so we're quite destined for each other."
Upon hearing this, He couldn't help but chuckle, exclaiming loudly, "His name is quite vulgar too..." She only
managed a few words before feeling embarrassed and suppressing her laughter, appearing very shy. Seeing her first smile, as warm as spring flowers in bloom, delicate and elegant, Li Laohu was momentarily captivated. Regaining his composure, he thought to himself, "One should not covet a friend's wife; this is a fundamental principle of being a decent human being. I cannot be like that Ximen Qing."
The sun in the sky was kicked off the mountain by the moon. At Liang Long's home, He Shi prepared a rather sumptuous dinner for them. Of course, Wild Wolf had to contribute his body, as He Shi's cooking skills were so excellent that Li Laohu almost swallowed his tongue. Liang Long and Li Laohu got along very well. In their lively conversation, Liang Long even asked his wife to bring out his treasured mountain fruit wine for a drink. Both were heavy drinkers, and they finished a whole jar of wine. Finally, Liang Long said, "Brother, you have a good capacity for alcohol," and then fell asleep on the table. The virtuous He Shi, with a reproachful look, helped him into the room to rest. Then, she took Li Laohu, who wasn't drunk but was dizzy, to his room. In the middle of the night, Li Laohu sobered up a bit and suddenly felt someone in his arms. Opening his eyes, he was startled to see Liang Long's beautiful wife, He Shi, in his arms.

This startled Li Laohu. When had she come to his side? He didn't remember doing anything immoral or regrettable. Could it be that she was Pan Jinlian? Had she taken a fancy to him? She wore a simple but soft white robe, possessing an indescribable natural beauty. She was especially beautiful in the moonlight streaming through the window. The feeling of holding such a warm and soft woman in his arms was naturally very moving. However, although Li Laohu was a rogue in this life, he still had some basic principles. Since he had become friends with Liang Long, he understood the principle that one should not covet a friend's wife.
Some people scrambled to their feet in a fluster, startling He Shi. He Shi opened her beautiful eyes and looked at Li Laohu with a hint of shyness. Li Laohu said, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing here? You should go to Brother Liang's place quickly."
He Shi's face darkened. "Brother Li, do you dislike me?"
Li Laohu quickly replied, "One should not covet a friend's wife. I cannot do anything to betray my friend."
Hearing this, He Shi looked at Li Laohu with admiration and said, "You misunderstand. Liang Long sent me here. Actually, we are not Han Chinese, but rather a small tribe of nomadic herders from the grasslands who migrated here decades ago. Although we have been assimilated, some traditions have been preserved, especially in the face of a great benefactor we can never repay." He would entertain guests with his most beloved wife, and if the guests liked her, he could even exchange her for goods.
He Shi's face darkened at this point. Women in this era had a very low status. Due to years of war, the ratio of men to women was a staggering ten to one. Su Shi, the great literary figure of the Northern Song Dynasty, was a cultured man, famous for his love for his wife. However, when he was exiled for the Wutai Case, he gave several of his concubines to friends, some of whom were pregnant, without regard for their pregnancy. The most famous example was a concubine named San Niang, who, dissatisfied with Su Shi's heartlessness, was exchanged for a white horse by her friend and committed suicide by crashing into a pillar. This illustrates the low status of women in that era.
Li Laohu had previously heard that nomadic tribes on the grasslands customarily entertained and entertained distinguished guests with their wives, calling them "wife guests." He never imagined he would witness such a shocking scene firsthand.
He Shi, still blushing and head bowed, said, "I've come to serve you tonight, to ease your loneliness, Brother Li."
Li Laohu sighed inwardly, just as he'd expected. He couldn't find the right words, but he felt a profound, unfillable loneliness.
She looked up at him, bewildered.
Li Laohu stared in disbelief at her young, beautiful face, brimming with the passion of the grasslands. He realized she was truly different from women of the Central Plains, possessing a wild beauty. Her particularly full, bright red lips could tempt any man. The beauty of the grassland people was truly astounding!
He Shi's eyes shone with a fiery light, capable of easily melting a man's heart.
Li Laohu said sincerely, "You must be the most beautiful woman in the village!"
He Shi blushed, unable to hide her joy at his praise. She gracefully stood up and began to undress him. Li Laohu noticed she was very tall, only half a head shorter than him, her graceful figure possessing a breathtaking, healthy beauty.
He skillfully removed Li Laohu's monk's robe, revealing his bare upper body. Li Laohu thought to himself, "She must be used to undressing men; otherwise, how could her technique be so skillful?" This thought both excited and troubled him.
Li Laohu didn't mind possessing this beautiful woman, as ripe as the most delicious fruit—a perfect object for expressing the desires of men and women—but he wasn't used to accepting other men's wives; it wasn't a custom of the Chinese people.
She exclaimed, "These are the most beautiful and powerful muscles in the world! No wonder even Liang Long respects you so much!"
As she spoke, she vigorously massaged Li Laohu's tired shoulder muscles. She whispered, "Liang Long already considers you his brother, otherwise how could I serve you?"
Her voice became soft, like a mosquito's buzz, "That would be my honor!"
Touched, she struggled with reason. After a long silence, Li Laohu said, "Sister-in-law, you should go back."
Although Li Laohu was vulgar, everyone had their moral bottom line. Although He Shi was very beautiful, just thinking about his wife serving another man was enough to enrage him. He Shi's face paled. "You... don't like me?"
Li Laohu shook his head. "I find this custom hard to accept. I am Han Chinese."
He Shi said, "Han Chinese? Wives-swapping among Han Chinese is even more common!"
Li Laohu said, "That's them. I will never allow such a thing to happen!"
He Shi was silent for a moment, then looked at Li Laohu and said, "I won't leave. I think I've fallen in love with you. If you care so much about my status as a married woman, you can ask Liang Long for a divorce now. I've decided to go with you. Three years ago, Liang Long used ten bear skins as a betrothal gift..." "You married me, but for some reason, I haven't been able to have children all these years. Although Liang Long still cares about me, his heart is no longer with me. I understand this very well. I want to go with you, to leave these mountains. I know I can't have children, and I'm a withered flower, but I'd rather be a lowly maid than live a life of widowhood in these mountains."
After saying this, He Shi smiled faintly, somewhat shyly, yet also charmingly. She suddenly raised her face, their eyes met, and she slowly closed her eyes, offering her two small, cherry-red lips, slightly parted, to him. She breathed softly, exhaling a captivating fragrance of lip rouge. Li Laohu's heart was already fluttering. He couldn't help but lower his head, and their four burning lips met beautifully. He felt her soft, smooth lips gently enter his mouth, and they swallowed together. The world seemed to stand still for a moment, with only their two hearts beating, which they could both feel.
Li Laohu could no longer resist and embraced her, feeling as if he were holding an exceptionally soft and slender waist. He Shi, leaning against Li Laohu's firm, warm chest, was extremely sensitive. The large male hands tightly gripping her waist made her tremble uncontrollably. Having always remained chaste, she had never been so close to a man other than her husband. Now, with her back against Li Laohu, her heart and soul were instantly shaken.
"Sister-in-law..."
Li Laohu's hands slipped under her armpits, turning her body around. Their lower bodies inevitably touched, and Li Laohu's warm breath brushed against He Shi's ear.
"Mmm...call me Xiangyun..."
she murmured softly, and a captivating fragrance filled Li Laohu's nostrils. "Mmm...so fragrant..."
He moved closer to inhale the scent. Li Laohu looked down and saw He Xiangyun's delicate hands caressing his chest. He gazed at her peach-blossom-red face, her pearly teeth biting her full lower lip, as if enduring something.
Li Laohu grasped her hands, inhaling the fragrance he had just caught from her sleeve. He inhaled deeply, his breath stirring her heart. Their hot lips met, and Li Laohu couldn't resist sucking on hers. He Xiangyun released her tongue, tracing the corner of his mouth. He took her playful tongue into his mouth, his own tongue meeting hers, their tongues touching the most intimate part of each other's mouths.
After a long, breathless kiss, they breathed deeply, gazing at each other with affection and smiling. He Xiangyun's alluring eyes sent a surge of heat through Li Laohu's lower abdomen, and his breathing became heavy. He kissed her captivating eyes, cheeks, and chin, sucking on her delicate white earlobe, teasing the back of her ear with his tongue, discovering how sensitive she was there, as she involuntarily trembled slightly.
As his mouth moved to her neck, their hands became restless. He Xiangyun's hand slipped inside Li Laohu's clothes, feeling his strong muscles, discovering that her teasing could elicit groans from him. She searched for his sensitive spots with even greater pleasure, enjoying his reactions, and chuckled softly. This was
the first time in her life that He Xiangyun had ever touched a man's treasure. Holding Li Laohu's enormous penis in her palm, she was secretly amazed, thinking: How can such a small, soft thing be so incredibly engorged?
When she held it, she wasn't too scared, because Li Hu's penis hadn't fully grown. She played with it with her slender hand for a while, and then it suddenly stood up straight, from root to tip, about seven inches long, with a large, red, and protruding glans on top. At this moment, the penis became hard, with veins bulging and it was unusually red and swollen. It was really very thick.
He Xiangyun's small hand could barely grasp it, and she couldn't help but look up at Li Laohu's face with a charming gaze, saying coquettishly, "Brother Li's is so big..."
Seeing her playing with his penis like this, Li Laohu knew that her lust had been aroused, and his own penis was hard and hard to suppress. Without saying a word, he pressed her down and straddled her, spreading her legs and thrusting his penis wildly into her vagina. He Xiangyun saw his fierce approach and was afraid of getting hurt. She pushed against his lower abdomen while nestling her face against his, saying in a coquettish voice, "My brother Li, don't do this, be careful not to hurt me again. Be gentle, let me hold your penis, it will be easier to go in."
Seeing her so charming, Li Laohu couldn't bear to be violent, and said with a smile, "Then I'll have to trouble you, sister-in-law. Oh, it's Xiangyun."
He Xiangyun really touched it with her hand. She gently lifted the big and thick penis, her heart pounding with fear, her hands trembling, but she couldn't push it away.
She could only guide him to the entrance of her vulva, saying to Li Laohu, "This is it, be gentle, don't use too much force, I can't take it."
Li Laohu straightened up, parted her pink labia, revealing the slowly breathing opening, rubbed his penis to get some lubrication, and then thrust it in. "...Ah...it hurts...wait...it's moving..."
He Xiangyun kept patting Li Laohu's back and crying out.
"Why does it hurt?"
Li Laohu stopped and asked softly.
He Xiangyun said shyly, "It's because your penis is too big, it's stretching me so much."
Li Laohu smiled and said, "Then I'll take it slowly, the pain is only temporary."
After saying that, Li Laohu couldn't help but start thrusting. The pink opening was indeed very tight, just like a virgin's opening. If He Xiangyun hadn't produced so much vaginal fluid, Li Laohu wouldn't have been able to thrust in and out so easily and quickly.
"Ah...mmm...so good...ah...Brother Li...your penis...feels so good inside me..."
After a long while, He Xiangyun gradually felt that her lower body not only didn't hurt but was also extremely itchy.
Li Laohu glanced at He Xiangyun and saw that her eyes were glazed over, her breathing was rapid, and her lower body was constantly flowing with lustful fluid. Li Laohu thrust vigorously , and the liquid splashed everywhere.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm...ah...harder...I'm going to...I'm going to...ah."
He Xiangyun hugged Li Laohu and moaned almost frantically.
She fell into a deep sleep, her lower body opening up and not closing, and a large amount of liquid flowed out. Li Laohu only glanced at it a few times before immediately putting his penis back in, thrusting vigorously once, once again making He Xiangyun moan.
"Ah... Brother Li... you... are so strong... you're killing me..."
At this moment, Li Laohu was holding He Xiangyun's breasts with both hands, kneading them vigorously. Having had the experience with Murong Jiangyan, he had become even more fond of women. Thinking that this was still a married woman, the frequency of his hip thrusts increased even more...

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