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Crossing Zhao Zhijing 23-24 

23.

The area around Dasheng Pass, bordering the Song and Mongol border, wasn't too far, only two or three days' journey away. Huang Rong had the Beggars' Sect gather intelligence on the border, and through the connections of Lü Wende, the garrison commander of Xiangyang, she also contacted a general on the Southern Song border for necessary assistance.
By the time they set off the next day, preparations were complete. Qiao Feng couldn't go due to an urgent matter within the sect, but members of the Wudang and Emei sects, along with some lone martial artists, accompanied Huang Rong to bolster their presence.
The group, traveling by carriage and horse, quickly headed towards the Song-Mongol border.
Zhao Zhijing, as the vice leader of the martial arts alliance and the highest-ranking member of the group, personally escorted Yang Guo.
While they were resting, a young Beggars' Sect disciple in his twenties, a four-bag disciple, approached Zhao Zhijing to report the latest intelligence.
After listening, Zhao Zhijing, wanting to project an air of superiority, casually asked, "Young brother, you've worked hard. May I ask your name?"
The Beggar Clan disciple, emboldened by Zhao Zhijing's question, immediately puffed out his chest and said, "My name is Lu Baodan, the nephew of Elder Lu Youjiao of this clan."
Zhao Zhijing was taken aback and blurted out, "Lu Baodan!?"
Lu Baodan nodded, saying, "My father hoped I would protect my country with unwavering loyalty, so he named me Baodan. I only regret that my martial arts are too weak to contribute in the fight against these barbarian traitors."
Zhao Zhijing took a breath, maintaining a serious expression, and praised, "What a fine name! Truly grand and profound. I wish you, in your future battles against the barbarians, to live up to your name and fulfill the meaning of 'bursting eggs'."
Hearing the Quanzhen Sect leader's praise, Lu Baodan was overjoyed, nodding repeatedly with a smile, and happily left.
At this moment, Huang Rong, with a worried expression, approached and said, "Sect Leader Zhao, I expect we'll reach our destination tomorrow. I've already requested the Song Dynasty border garrison to be on guard, so I'm not afraid of the Mongol bandits suddenly mobilizing their cavalry to attack us. However, their skilled fighters are generally stronger than ours. If they use the pretext of exchanging hostages to launch a surprise attack, I'm afraid it will be difficult to resist."
Zhao Zhijing nodded and said, "That's true. Does Madam Guo have any good ideas?"
Huang Rong hesitated for a moment and said, "I learned some esoteric arts from my father. If we can set up a formation beforehand to lure the enemy into it, it will definitely greatly delay them. However, at the front..." "Changing the person, but setting up an array right under their noses, is difficult. That's troublesome."
Zhao Zhijing pondered for a moment, then said, "In that case, Madam Guo can set up an array a mile behind the exchange point. I will personally restrain that little thief Yang Guo to exchange for Miss Guo. If anything goes wrong, I will immediately take Miss Guo and escape back."
Huang Rong frowned and shook her head, saying, "This is originally a matter for my Guo family. How can I let you, Daoist Zhao, take such a risk?"
Zhao Zhijing smiled proudly and said, "Even a thousand or ten thousand troops cannot stop me from leaving in a short time."
This was not boasting. Zhao, who was already at the level of one of the Four Great Masters and possessed the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), was truly unstoppable if he was determined to escape.
Huang Rong had also witnessed the wondrous footwork he used in his fight with Bai Sun Dao Ren, and couldn't help but say, "Master Zhao, the footwork you displayed is indeed incredibly profound; even the techniques recorded in the *Nine Yin Manual* pale in comparison."
Zhao Zhijing smiled slightly and said, "This is a celestial movement technique passed down by our sect's founder, Chongyang, when he manifested; naturally, it's extraordinary."
Huang Rong had gathered information about Zhao Zhijing and knew that several years ago he was just a mediocre third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. His transformation in just a few years was inexplicable except perhaps for the intervention of divine powers.
Meanwhile, Zhao Min and the others had arrived at the border where they had agreed to exchange fighters.
Their group was complete; everyone except for Kumārajīva, who had left to pursue Duan Yu after fulfilling his promise to fight at the Heroes' Gathering, was present.
Zhao Min said, "In this hostage exchange, our first priority is ensuring the safety of Prince Wanyan. After the exchange, we'll adapt to the situation. I've already ordered my men to create a diversion on the Beggars' Sect's side; Qiao Feng can't come. Guo Jing is also poisoned, so the only top-tier expert they can send is Zhao Zhijing, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect. Our overall strength is superior to theirs."
Yang Guo was sent by Zhao Min to poison Guo Jing; if something were to happen to him, Wanyan Honglie would likely be furious. Although the Jin Dynasty was a vassal state of Mongolia, the loss of a prince would be difficult for the Ruyang Prince's Mansion, where Zhao Min resided, to explain. Therefore, ensuring Yang Guo's safety was Zhao Min's primary task.
Zhao Min continued, "Besides Zhao Zhijing, the others are probably experts from the Emei, Wudang, or Kunlun sects, so they're nothing to fear. When the time comes, you, Dharma King, can lead your two disciples to entangle Zhao Zhijing, while Venerable Baisun, along with Lu Weng and He Weng, can suppress the other experts. Ah Da, Ah Er, and Ah San can seize the opportunity to capture Huang Rong. Hmph, Madam Guo's value is far greater than her daughter's!"
Guo Fu, whose acupoints were sealed, saw panic in her eyes upon hearing Zhao Min's words. However, she couldn't move her body and could only shed tears of anxiety. In her heart, she hated Yang Guo, the culprit, to the core.
Lu Zhangweng, a notorious womanizer, was captivated by Guo Fu's stunning beauty, which bore a striking resemblance to her mother, who was hailed as the most beautiful woman in the martial world. He said to Zhao Min, "Princess, look at that Miss Guo's resentful expression. Why not let this old man teach her a lesson for one night? I guarantee she'll be obedient and docile by tomorrow, hehe."
Zhao Min, while disdainful of his lust, needed the help of this old ghost's fighting prowess, and smiled, "Back at the palace, I will certainly not mistreat you all. However, Guo Fu is Guo Jing's daughter. If we can force Guo Jing to surrender in the future, his wife and daughter are crucial. We must not act rashly now. Once Guo Jing surrenders, Xiangyang will fall without a fight."
Zhao Min spoke politely, referring to herself as "Minmin," as if addressing an elder, but her tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.
Lu Zhangweng could only nod in agreement.
On the other side, the Golden Wheel Monk was instructing his two disciples, Huo Du and Darba.
He said, "The Quanzhen Sect Leader is extremely powerful. Even Bai Sun Daoist, who was only on par with me, was no match for him. Our main task is to hold him back and engage in a protracted battle; we must not be reckless."
Huo Du, being a coward, naturally nodded repeatedly upon hearing his master's words.
Darba, however, seemed rather bewildered, looking somewhat confused.
The Golden Wheel Monk knew his two disciples' temperaments and sighed, "Darba, if your senior brother were still alive, his skill would probably be almost on par with mine by now."
Darba nodded repeatedly, saying gruffly, "My senior brother is much stronger than me."
Darba's senior brother, Darwin, was a genius in both martial arts and Buddhism, known as the Heroic Arhat. Besides his superb martial arts, he also authored the Buddhist classic "The Origin of Esoteric Buddhism," which garnered widespread attention. Unfortunately, he died young, a lifelong regret for the Golden Wheel Monk.
Zhao Zhijing and the others spent the night in a small town on the border, expecting to arrive at the reshuffling point around noon the next day.
At this moment, Zhao Zhijing was talking to a beautiful young woman.
The woman appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, exceptionally beautiful, with an extremely pure temperament, possessing the gentle and graceful charm unique to the Jiangnan water towns—the kind of quiet woman who inspires an immediate desire to embrace and protect.
Her voice was as clear and melodious as a nightingale's song as she asked, "Sect Leader Zhao, you...you really met Brother Wuji?"
Zhao Zhijing, with the demeanor of a respected elder, calmly replied, "Miss Zhou, I just spoke with the two heroes of Wudang, Yu Erxia. I estimate that the young man I encountered back then, afflicted with the Cold Poison Palm technique, was Zhang Wuxia's son, the Brother Wuji you speak of."
This beautiful young woman was none other than Zhou Zhiruo, who had followed Abbess Miejue all along.
Zhao Zhijing nodded, "I spoke with the Wudang hero Yu Erxia. The person who took Brother Wuji to seek medical help back then was named Chang Yuchun, indeed the person I met more than three years ago."
Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly asked, "Then, how is Brother Wuji?"
She immediately realized she had been somewhat disrespectful to the Vice Leader of the Martial Arts Alliance and the Headmaster of the Quanzhen Sect, and blushed, lowering her head in embarrassment.
Zhao Zhijing smiled gently and said softly, "Miss Zhou, there's no need to be so formal. I've only met Brother Wuji once. I intended to expel the Xuanming Divine Palm's cold poison from him, but unfortunately, my skill was too weak, and I almost suffered from the poison myself. However, the Butterfly Valley Healer Hu Qingniu is renowned, and I'm sure he can heal Brother Wuji. You don't need to worry too much."
Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, and the others were of the same generation as Abbess Miejue, so Zhao Zhijing and Zhou Zhiruo were also of the same generation. This made Zhao Zhijing unsure how to address Zhou Zhiruo. Calling her "Junior Sister" was inappropriate, so he simply addressed her as "Miss," to avoid appearing inferior to the old nun Miejue.
Zhou Zhiruo, thinking of Zhang Wuji's suffering, couldn't help but feel her eyes redden, secretly praying that her brother Wuji would be saved by good fortune.
She returned to the Emei Sect, where a female disciple, around thirty years old, quite pretty but with a sharp edge in her eyes, coldly said, "Junior Sister Zhou, you're quite something. Not only does Master like you, but you've even seduced the leader of the Quanzhen Sect."
This person was Ding Minjun. Seeing that her master, Abbess Miejue, had recently shown great favor to Zhou Zhiruo, Ding Minjun, who aspired to become the next leader of the Emei Sect, became wary. Moreover, she was extremely jealous of Zhou Zhiruo's beauty, so she seized every opportunity to mock her.
At this time, Zhou Zhiruo was still quite innocent and timid. Moreover, as a junior, hearing her senior sister's harsh sarcasm, although angry, she didn't know how to refute it, and her fair face immediately flushed red.
Suddenly, a deep, steady voice rang in their ears: "Ding Minjun, how dare you slander me behind my back! Hmph, I'll have to demand an explanation from Master Miejue!"
It was Zhao Zhijing speaking using his telepathic abilities.
Ding Minjun's face turned pale. She had bullied Zhou Zhiruo, this weak and vulnerable girl, so the rumors were nothing to her. But that Zhao Zhijing could hear her from so far away was simply unbelievable. If he really complained to Master Miejue, her proud master would definitely make her pay.
Zhao Zhijing's voice rang out again: "If I find out again that you've bullied Miss Zhou, hmph, you'd better watch yourself."
Zhao Zhijing had displayed great prowess at the Heroes' Gathering, serving as one of the vice leaders of the martial arts alliance as the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, a major sect in the Central Plains. His martial arts skills and prestige far surpassed Master Miejue's. Now, his standing up for Zhou Zhiruo filled Ding Minjun with both shock and fear, and her jealousy and hatred for Zhou Zhiruo intensified. However, she dared not utter another word.
Zhou Zhiruo looked at her senior sister, who often bullied her, her face pale and speechless, and a surge of pleasure welled up inside her.
Although she appeared innocent, she was quite cunning and ambitious; otherwise, she wouldn't have stood out among the many disciples of the Emei Sect in such a short time, becoming the successor in Abbess Miejue's eyes.
Zhou Zhiruo made a gesture of thanks towards Zhao Zhijing, then said sweetly, "Thank you, Sect Leader Zhao. Senior Sister Ding was just joking with me; please don't take offense."
With that, she glanced at Ding Minjun with a smile, then left without looking at her again.
Ding Minjun watched Zhou Zhiruo's graceful figure swaying in the wind, recalling the look in her eyes before she left, and trembled with anger, but ultimately dared not say anything more.
Zhao Zhijing returned to his room, where Yang Guo, whose acupoints were sealed, sat in a chair, glaring at him with hatred.
Zhao Zhijing casually released Yang Guo's speech acupoint and asked, "Yang Guo, I have never wronged you, so why do you always hate me so much?"
In truth, he had already received a message from Li Mochou informing him of Wanyan Ping and Xiaolongnü's affair, and that Li Mochou was bringing Xiaolongnü on her way.
Yang Guo said hatefully, "You hypocritical villain, you...you...you know what you did to my aunt! You know it yourself!" As he spoke, the image of the naked Xiaolongnü writhing and entwining beneath the Taoist priest flashed through his mind again, and his heart bled once more.
Zhao Zhijing feigned surprise, and after a long pause, sighed, "I didn't expect you to know."
Yang Guo sneered, "If you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place. You insulted my aunt, I... I will never let you get away with this!"
Zhao Zhijing shook his head, as if trying to explain, but finally sighed helplessly, saying, "Consider it my fault. I was blinded by lust and insulted Miss Long. If you want revenge, come find me anytime."
Seeing Zhao Zhijing's attitude, Yang Guo felt a little suspicious, because from what he had seen, Xiaolongnu didn't seem to have been forced. But his aunt, whom he considered pure and virtuous, wouldn't do such a thing. This Taoist must have used some underhanded methods.
Suddenly, Zhao Zhijing's expression changed, and he called out softly, "Yang Guo, come with me."
With that, he picked up Yang Guo and went out the window.
The heroes knew that Zhao Zhijing was skilled in martial arts and were quite confident in his ability to guard Yang Guo, but they didn't notice that he had suddenly taken Yang Guo away from the inn in the middle of the night.
Zhao Zhijing led Yang Guo to an open space outside the town, where two women were already standing.
One woman had almond-shaped eyes and peach-blossom cheeks, exuding charm; her apricot-yellow Taoist robe couldn't conceal her voluptuous and sexy figure. The other woman wore white with black hair, her beauty ethereal, like a fairy appearing suddenly from the night. They
were none other than Li Mochou and Xiaolongnü, the two martial sisters from the Ancient Tomb Sect.
After Xiaolongnü agreed to Wanyan Ping's request to give Yang Guo to her, Li Mochou, who had returned from gathering information, told them about what had happened at the Heroes' Gathering.
Upon learning that Yang Guo was being taken to the border as a hostage, Wanyan Ping was frantic, but knowing there was nothing she could do, she immediately set off back north to find Zhao Min.
Before leaving, she begged Xiaolongnü to clarify things with Yang Guo, to sever all ties.
Heaven has mercy; Xiaolongnü's heart had only ever loved Yang Guo, and because her love was so deep, she was willing to sacrifice everything for him unconditionally.
Xiaolongnu thought to herself, "My body is already tainted, and Yang Guo witnessed that shameful affair. How can I face him again? Miss Wanyan is deeply in love with Yang Guo and comes from a distinguished family; she's a good match for him. I... I have no reason to get involved anymore. As long as Yang Guo is happy, what do I care if I suffer a little more?" "
Enough," she thought, "I'll tell Yang Guo that he'll forget me and marry Miss Wanyan. I'll find a secluded place to live alone, or die quietly. It doesn't matter..."
At that moment, seeing Zhao Zhijing bring Yang Guo, Xiaolongnu finally saw her beloved. Overwhelmed with emotion, she wanted to rush forward, embrace him, and cry out her grievances and sorrows.
But she immediately restrained herself, gently turning away, closing her eyes, and holding back the tears that were welling up within her.
Yang Guo, brought here by Zhao Zhijing, was filled with doubt when he suddenly discovered that Xiaolongnü, whom he had been searching for, was there. Overjoyed, he cried out, "Auntie! Auntie! Finally, finally I've found you!"
Xiaolongnü trembled upon hearing Yang Guo's voice, her teeth clenched. When she turned around to face Yang Guo and Zhao Zhijing, her face was expressionless, cold and indifferent.
Seeing Xiaolongnü's unfamiliar expression, Yang Guo froze, stammering, "Auntie, Guo'er... Guo'er is here! You, what's wrong..."
Seeing Xiaolongnü's appearance, Zhao Zhijing knew that Li Mochou's words were true. Relieved, he put Yang Guo down, stepped forward to block him, and used his telepathic ability to speak to Xiaolongnü, saying, "Miss Xiaolongnü, I promised you that you could reunite with Yang Guo, but now Yang Guo has gone mad and harmed Master Guo, even causing Miss Guo to be captured by the foreign tribes. We must rely on him to exchange for Miss Guo. Therefore, I cannot hand Yang Guo over to you now."
Xiaolongnü looked at the man who had repeatedly... The Taoist priest, who had enjoyed the pleasures of love, was filled with mixed emotions. At this moment, with Zhao Zhijing blocking Yang Guo's view, Xiaolongnu secretly transmitted her voice, saying, "Taoist Zhao, I...I will never return to Guo'er's side. Once he returns to the North, Miss Wanyan will take care of him. Now, please cooperate with me in putting on a show."
Having said this, she walked up to Yang Guo, her voice trembling slightly, and said in a cold tone, "Yang Guo, I...I no longer want anything to do with you. Don't come looking for me again." Yang
Guo froze, staring at Xiaolongnü in disbelief. He forced a smile and said, "Aunt, you...you're joking with me. Why...why are you saying such things?"
As he spoke, his breathing quickened, and he suddenly said, "Was it this Taoist priest surnamed Zhao who forced you? It must be! Aunt, I understand, you must have your reasons...you..."
Xiaolongnü turned away from Yang Guo and whispered, "Stop talking! I've made myself clear! I...I no longer love you! It has nothing to do with Taoist priest Zhao!"
Yang Guo said sadly, "Liar! You...you're lying! I don't believe you at all! Aunt, you must have been forced to say such things!"
Xiaolongnü, with her back to Yang Guo, still had a cold expression, but tears streamed down her face. She suppressed her grief and said in a normal tone, "I only have a little bit of a master-disciple relationship with you. Recently, I realized that I truly love someone else. Yang Guo, you don't need to be presumptuous." "If you still remember the kindness I showed you by teaching you martial arts, then stop bothering me."
Yang Guo was stunned. Suddenly, he turned around and roared at Zhao Zhijing, "You traitor! What methods did you use to control my aunt? You, you will die a horrible death! You not only insulted my aunt, but also... you used despicable means to coerce her... you..."
Xiaolongnu took the opportunity to wipe away her tears, turned around and looked directly at Yang Guo, and shouted, "Enough! It has nothing to do with Master Zhao! It's... it's me who fell in love with him. You... you've already seen it... it's... it was my initiative..."
Yang Guo suddenly remembered the image of Xiaolongnu lying naked on the bed, shaking her buttocks like a little bitch, moaning as Zhao Zhijing manipulated her from behind. He felt a heart-wrenching pain and said in a hoarse voice, "That's... that's you being forced by this stinking Taoist priest..."
But then he saw Xiaolongnu walk to Zhao Zhijing's side, press her whole body into his arms, hug the man's waist, and say, "I... the only one I like now is..." Only him. Yang Guo, don’t be sentimental..."
Zhao Zhijing used secret voice transmission to say to Xiao Longnu: "Miss Long, you, are you really determined to leave Yang Guo? "
Xiao Longnu nodded gently, and also used voice transmission to enter the secret: "Yes... yes, please help me. "
Zhao Zhijing sneered in his heart and said: "Yang Guo, I might as well tell you that Patriarch Chongyang possessed me and once issued an edict to me to marry a descendant of the Ancient Tomb Sect. Miss Long has agreed to become my wife, so you don't have to worry about her anymore.
Yang Guo shed tears and said sadly: "Don't believe it, I don't believe it. I won't believe anything you say!"
Xiao Longnu gritted her silver teeth and said suddenly: "Guo'er, my aunt really likes Daozhang Zhao. I, I have done everything with him, and we enjoy it very much. We are very happy." "
After saying that, Xiao Longnu actually bent her knees and knelt under Zhao Zhijing's crotch. She untied the man's robe with both hands, took out the thick cock from inside, then grabbed it with her beautiful hands and gently stroked it.
Yang Guo stared in disbelief at the scene before him, completely at a loss.
After a while, Xiaolongnu smiled seductively, then opened her small mouth and swallowed the large member, sucking on it with audible sucking sounds.
This greatly surprised even Zhao Zhijing, who hadn't expected Xiaolongnu to do such a thing.
However, regardless, Xiaolongnu's sweet and alluring mouth, kneeling on the ground and actively sucking, was incredibly pleasurable. Soon, his penis became erect, filling the woman's mouth.
Looking at the hellish scene before him, Yang Guo murmured, "No, no, Aunt, why are you doing this... Waaah... Don't do this... Waaah..."
Xiaolongnu spat out the penis from her mouth and laughed, "These past few days, I... I don't know how many times I've done it with him, I... I like it so much..."
With that, she unbuttoned her clothes and said to Zhao Zhijing, "Husband, touch me like before..."
Zhao Zhijing naturally didn't hold back. He bent down slightly, pulled down Xiaolongnu's upper garment, revealing her shapely, round breasts. He grasped the soft, elastic flesh and kneaded it incessantly.
Xiaolongnu's breasts were quite sensitive; touched by the man's large hands, her pretty face flushed red. She hummed in response and then swallowed the man's penis back into her mouth, sucking on it continuously.
Yang Guo watched as Xiaolongnu, her face full of seductive allure, sucked and swallowed his penis with moaning sounds. He felt a sudden dizziness, then vomited blood, his vision went black, and he fainted from the shock.
Xiaolongnu was shocked. She quickly spat out the penis, not even bothering to straighten her clothes, and rushed over. Finding Yang Guo only unconscious, she was slightly relieved.
Zhao Zhijing also came over, casually sealing Yang Guo's pressure points, saying, "Let him sleep until tomorrow; it'll be good for him."
Xiaolongnu stared blankly at Yang Guo, then suddenly her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, covering her face with her hands and sobbing uncontrollably. Tears streamed through her fingers, dripping onto her bare breasts.
Zhao Zhijing sighed, bent down, and embraced Xiaolongnu, lamenting, "Miss Long, why must you do this?"
Xiaolongnu cried silently, letting the man hold her.
After a while, Zhao Zhijing continued, "Since that's the case, then I will announce to the world later that I, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, have officially married two successors of the Ancient Tomb Sect. When Yang Guo returns to the Jin Kingdom and learns of this news, he will naturally give up."
Xiaolongnu, now somewhat calmer, couldn't help but ask, "Senior Sister? Senior Sister is marrying you too? What's going on?"
Zhao Zhijing replied, "Although your senior sister has reformed, she committed too many evil deeds in the past, and has enemies all over the world. From now on, I will bear the burden of her enemies."
Xiaolongnu thought that Zhao Zhijing's actions were entirely for the sake of her and her fellow disciples, and she was secretly moved.
She stood up, noticing the man's erect penis poking between her legs. Knowing she was the one who had made it hard, she said embarrassedly, "I... I'll help you get it out."
Zhao Zhijing didn't answer, but beckoned Li Mochou over and asked seriously, "This humble Taoist is acting on the orders of Patriarch Chongyang, wishing to formally marry you as my wife, to share life and death together. Are you willing?"
Li Mochou was stunned, not knowing what Zhao Zhijing was up to, but this was a crucial moment to deceive Xiaolongnu, and she naturally couldn't spoil it. Besides, this lecherous Taoist had already explored every part of her body, so there was no point in being reserved. Thus,
she silently nodded.
Then Zhao Zhijing said to Xiaolongnu, "Miss Long, what about you? Are you willing to marry this humble Taoist?"
Xiaolongnu was stunned for a moment, completely unaware of Zhao Zhijing's intentions, and subconsciously nodded.
Zhao Zhijing seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and said, "Very well, this humble Taoist will formally marry you both tonight. There is no distinction of rank; both are my principal wives."
Before the two women could react, Zhao Zhijing knelt down, clasped his hands together, and respectfully said, "Grandmaster Chongyang, your disciple Zhao Zhijing has fulfilled your final decree. Tonight, I will marry the two successors of the Ancient Tomb Sect. May your spirit in heaven bear witness."
However, with Zhao's clothes disheveled and his penis still exposed, it was difficult to know how sincere his prayer was. If Wang Chongyang were alive, seeing his grand-disciple praying to him in this manner, he would surely be overjoyed.
Having said this, he stood up, grabbed Xiaolongnu, and with both hands, stripped her naked in one swift motion.
Xiaolongnu, bewildered, asked in surprise, "You...what are you doing?"
Zhao Zhijing said solemnly, "Please cooperate with me, Miss Long. Tonight, this humble Taoist will consummate our marriage with you, officially completing this marriage contract."
Xiaolongnu felt both absurd and strange, utterly at a loss for words, and could only struggle and resist the man's advances.
But her body had already been played with by Zhao Zhijing many times, and his erogenous zones had long been discovered. Moreover, the moment he was playing the flute while grabbing her breasts, her desire had been aroused. A few more teasing touches later, she was panting heavily, her legs weak, and her vagina was wet.
Zhao Zhijing said, "Please help me fulfill the final decree of Patriarch Chongyang."
With that, he pressed Xiaolongnu to the ground, then pressed his entire body against her supple, white body, his penis pressing between her legs.
Xiaolongnu felt that Zhao Zhijing had always helped her and was kind to her. Having been with him so many times, each time bringing her to orgasm, she had become psychologically accustomed to his intimacy. Hearing Zhao Zhijing's request, she inwardly cried out in injustice, but ultimately stopped struggling and slowly opened her legs.
She thought to herself, "Once Yang Guo returns to the North and truly gives up, I will quietly leave. For now, I'll stay with Master Zhao as a way of repaying him."
Zhao Zhijing saw Xiaolongnu's pretty face turned to the side, her cheeks flushed, biting her lip shyly, saying nothing, her long, snow-white legs slowly opening, ready to receive his penetration. He couldn't help but feel smug.
He smiled slightly, placed his hands on Xiaolongnu's slender waist, aimed his glans at her opening, and thrust forcefully, penetrating her with a muffled groan.
Xiaolongnu hadn't wanted to move, but after a few thrusts, she felt that familiar pleasure surge quickly, causing her to involuntarily wrap her legs around the man's waist, her hands around his back, closing her eyes, enjoying the wonderful sensation of each powerful thrust.
Xiaolongnu's body was snow-white, delicate, and elastic; pressing against her was simply wonderful. Each thrust made her involuntarily let out a charming moan, utterly captivating.
Li Mochou felt contempt, thinking to herself, "A little bitch is a little bitch. This time, I don't even need to use any abortion or other nonsense excuses. I'll just have her fucked up in a few strokes. Shameless to the extreme."
At this moment, she saw Zhao Zhijing beckon to her. She hesitated for a moment, but finally went over.
Li Mochou couldn't understand her own mentality. She still hated this evil Taoist priest to death, but subconsciously obeyed his orders. Although she was still under a restraint, she was not a coward. She couldn't understand why she listened to this man.
Perhaps, this was the instinctive submission of a female to a male who had completely conquered her.
Xiaolongnu changed her position, now lying on the ground with her buttocks raised, being fucked.
Although she appeared unwilling, this position actually excited her more than the traditional position. Slap, slap, slap, the man's crotch kept hitting Xiaolongnu's buttocks, making lewd sounds.
Xiaolongnu felt increasingly comfortable. With each powerful thrust from the man, her vaginal fluids gushed out, flowing down her thighs. She felt she was nearing climax, and the suppressed moans grew louder, completely abandoning her former icy beauty.
Suddenly, she sensed something amiss, opened her eyes, and turned to see her senior sister, Li Mochou, naked, held in the man's arms, his hands fondling her ample breasts.
"Senior sister… Senior sister's are so big…" Xiaolongnu, already somewhat dazed with pleasure, felt a chaotic mix of emotions, but seeing Li Mochou's miraculously large breasts, she couldn't help but admire them.
Zhao Zhijing, panting, said, "Long'er, stick your buttocks up higher."
Xiaolongnu trembled, conflicted by Zhao Zhijing's address of "Long'er." Did he really consider her his wife? Alas, what difference was there between what they had been doing and what a real couple did?
Although her mind was racing with wild thoughts, Xiaolongnu's body obeyed perfectly. She bent her legs and lifted her buttocks slightly, making it easier for the man's penis to thrust in and out.
Zhao Zhijing was incredibly pleased with himself and said to Li Mochou, "Mochou, you lie down too."
Li Mochou was instantly enraged and about to retort, but seeing Zhao Zhijing's smiling face, a chill ran through her, and she involuntarily obeyed, lying down beside Xiaolongnu.
The two beautiful successors of the Ancient Tomb Sect, in this moonlit wilderness, were like two bitches in heat, naked and lying on the ground, their buttocks raised towards the man, putting on a lewd performance.
Seeing Li Mochou lying beside her, Xiaolongnu couldn't help but moan and ask, "Senior sister...you...how come..."
But how could she ask that? Could she really ask, "Senior sister, why are you lying on the ground with me? Are you also going to be fucked?"
Zhao Zhijing then said, "Mo Chou has been a wicked woman in the martial world for many years, showing no regard for her health and indulging in lewd and filthy things. To bring her back to the righteous path, I had no choice but to sacrifice myself to satisfy her desires. This has been the case during the time she's been with me, which is why I have the idea of marrying her."
Upon hearing the words "lewd and filthy," Xiaolongnu couldn't help but imagine the scene, her face flushing red, but she didn't ask any further questions.
Li Mo Chou was furious. This filthy Taoist priest dared to slander her like this! Before meeting him, she was a pure and innocent virgin! Just
as she was about to retort, she felt a tingling sensation in her lower body as Zhao Zhijing's fingers penetrated her.
Zhao Zhijing fiddled with her fingers for a few moments, then withdrew them. A thin strand of saliva was visible between her index and middle fingers, indicating that Li Mochou's vagina was already overflowing with lustful fluids. He sighed, "So sensitive! Luckily, I used a method of 'dredging without blocking,' otherwise, how could you stay so peacefully by my side, Mochou?"
Li Mochou was furious, grinding her teeth in hatred. However, being beside Xiaolongnu, she couldn't expose the Taoist's lie and could only grumble silently.
Zhao Zhijing laughed, suddenly pulling his penis out of Xiaolongnu's vagina and then thrusting it into Li Mochou's.
Xiaolongnu was almost at orgasm, but the sudden removal of her source of pleasure left her feeling empty. She instinctively shook her hips in dissatisfaction, letting out a dissatisfied groan.
She had become accustomed to the pleasurable sensations brought by Zhao Zhijing's thrusting, and now, suddenly deprived of her pleasure, she had forgotten even her composure.
Zhao Zhijing ignored her, using his fingers instead of his penis to play with Xiaolongnu's vagina, while his penis rapidly thrust in and out of Li Mochou's body.
Li Mochou, a typical example of someone who says one thing but does another, although she was filled with resentment, was immediately shuddered and let out a soft moan as the man's thick, hot penis forcefully penetrated her, and she began to enjoy it.
Xiaolongnu watched her senior sister lying beside her, her body swaying back and forth with the crackling sounds, her large breasts bouncing back and forth, a lewd expression on her face, and constantly emitting seductive moans.
She couldn't help but think to herself, "So my senior sister really is this lustful. Sigh, even if I leave Master Zhao, with my senior sister by his side, it won't matter."
However, now, lying on the ground with her buttocks raised, she didn't know what to do.
Her senior sister was being violated right next to her; if she turned around or got up, everyone would be incredibly embarrassed. Besides, Xiaolongnu's hands and feet were weak, and her vagina was still wet; she dared not move an inch.
Li Mochou's moans grew more intense, making Xiaolongnu blush. She unconsciously and quietly brought her legs together, gently rubbing them to relieve the unbearable itching in her vagina.
Suddenly, her gaze swept over Yang Guo, who had fainted on the ground in the distance, and her heart trembled. She... she had been so shameless, doing such a thing!?
Xiaolongnu regained some of her senses and tried to get up.
Xiaolongnu was startled and quickly turned around to look. She saw Zhao Zhijing pulling his thick, long penis out of her vagina and pressing it against her senior sister's anus. Then, with a thrust of his hips, the enormous glans forcefully shoved into her senior sister's filthy place.
In Xiaolongnu's mind, her anus had always been just a place for excretion; she never imagined it could be penetrated. She was utterly dumbfounded, forgetting even about Yang Guo. Covering her mouth, her eyes wide, she stared blankly as the iron-like penis slowly squeezed into Li Mochou's anus.
Zhao Zhijing panted, "Mochou, I know you love it when men fuck your ass. Only after fucking here can you truly be satisfied."
Li Mochou was so angry she almost vomited blood. It was clearly this perverted lecher who liked to fuck her ass!
She couldn't hold back any longer and was about to curse him when Zhao Zhijing stuffed his fingers into her mouth, preventing her from speaking.
Soon, the entire penis disappeared into Li Mochou's anus. She turned her head and found her junior sister, Xiaolongnu, staring at her with a surprised look. A fierce resolve hardened within her, but her anger vanished. Instead, she feigned pleasure, cooing, "Junior sister... ah... back... back feels so good... ooh... even better than the front... ahhh... so thick... ah... thrust... it feels so good... ahhh..."
Xiaolongnu stared incredulously at the thick penis forcing its way through Li Mochou's narrow anus. Each thrust seemed to tear open her tender, red anus. This should have been painful, but her senior sister seemed oblivious, displaying an expression of pure pleasure. She even actively pushed her plump buttocks back, allowing the penis to fully penetrate, moaning loudly. Drops of her vaginal fluid dripped down her thighs to the ground. Could
it be... could it be that thrusting into the back... feels just as good?
Suddenly, Xiaolongnu trembled as Zhao Zhijing placed his hand on her genitals, his fingers digging into her vagina and playing with it.
Xiaolongnu was incredibly embarrassed and could only lie motionless, letting the man's nimble fingers play with her. Soon, her already sensitive body became excited again, flushing a beautiful red, like white jade glowing with rosy light.
A moment later, Li Mochou screamed repeatedly, reaching orgasm from being fucked in the anus. Her whole body went limp, and she lay weakly on the ground, trembling.
Zhao Zhijing hadn't ejaculated yet. He pulled his penis out and turned to Xiaolongnu, who was also lying on the ground with her buttocks raised. His large glans plunged into her vagina in one go.
Xiaolongnu was naturally clean, and the thought that the man's thing had just been inserted into another woman's anus without being washed before being inserted into her body made her feel nauseous. But the empty, itchy mons pubis was being forcefully stretched open by the burning hot penis, and the intense pleasure overwhelmed her reason.
This slightly filthy feeling aroused a decadent pleasure in her.
Ah, ah, ah, I… I’m already a filthy, shameless woman… Ah… I can’t care about that… Ugh… Ah…
Zhao Zhijing thrust in and out relentlessly, pressing his entire body against Xiaolongnu’s smooth, jade-like back. His hands kneaded her firm breasts, and his mouth kissed her snow-white, beautiful nape, making the girl beneath him feel incredibly comfortable.
This wicked Taoist was truly smug. He leaned close to Xiaolongnu’s beautiful earlobe and kissed it, whispering, “Long’er, I want to fuck you from behind, is that alright?”
Xiaolongnu was completely lost in her ecstasy when she heard this question. Startled, she immediately shook her head in refusal. Although she was naive, she was already quite suspicious. How could this usually righteous Taoist priest Zhao now seem so lecherous and shameless?
But in the midst of the incredibly pleasurable fucking, her mind was a mess, and she didn’t have time to think about it further.
Zhao Zhijing continued, "If you marry me, give me your only virginity."
Xiaolongnu understood that the man meant she was a wasted woman, her virginity taken by that damned Yin Zhiping, hence his request.
She wavered for a moment. Her senior sister, Li Mochou, seemed to enjoy being fucked earlier. If he truly announced to the world that he would marry her, even if she didn't love him, she would still be his.
Then his request wouldn't be unreasonable.
Before Xiaolongnu could speak, Zhao Zhijing pulled out his penis, dripping with her juices, and immediately pressed it against the entrance of her anus. Amidst her startled cry, he forcefully thrust in.
"Ahhh... ooh... it hurts... ah... so much pain... ah... ooh... ooh... don't... ahhh... no... ooh..." Xiaolongnu trembled violently, feeling as if a red-hot iron rod was being inserted into her anus, violently stretching it open, as if tearing her apart.
She instinctively tried to escape, crawling forward on all fours to get away from the onslaught from behind.
But Zhao Zhijing wasn't about to let the beautiful flesh he'd already possessed escape. He pressed down on Xiaolongnu's buttocks, arched her legs, and, with his glans pressed against her anus, moved forward.
Xiaolongnu, her hair disheveled, crawled a few steps with her head down. Then, she looked up and saw Yang Guo, unconscious, slumped against a tree not far in front of her!
She screamed, instinctively yelling, "Don't look! Waaah, Guo'er, don't look… ahhh… so… so full… waaah…"
But Zhao Zhijing had already caught up, gripping her slender waist tightly, his penis thrusting in inch by inch, plunging into the anus of his celestial aunt right in front of the unconscious Yang Guo.
Tears streamed down Xiaolongnu's face as if she were on the verge of collapse. She murmured, "Guo'er... Aunt... Aunt is such a lewd and shameless woman... You... You shouldn't think of me anymore..."
Zhao Zhijing remained silent, his penis enjoying the unusually hot and tight flesh of Xiaolongnu's anus, slowly inserting itself completely.
He was incredibly excited; the Condor Heroes, their story had come to an end!
Zhao Zhijing slowly withdrew, noticing blood seeping from their point of contact, clearly indicating that Xiaolongnu's tight anus had been torn by his large penis. He pulled his penis out, pressed it down, and inserted it back into her vagina.
If the pain from the injury were too intense, the woman would experience no pleasure. For the sake of the long term, Zhao Zhijing suppressed the urge to ejaculate inside Xiaolongnu's anus.
Xiaolongnu suddenly said, "Let...let me turn around...ah..."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhijing used his penis as a pivot point to turn Xiaolongnu 180 degrees, so that they were facing each other. Then he picked up her entire delicate body and held her in his arms.
Xiaolongnu's eyes were red and swollen. She hugged Zhao Zhijing and murmured, "Let me forget...let me forget these things...waaaaah...I don't want to...I don't want to think about it anymore...waaaah..."
Zhao Zhijing smiled slightly, lifted Xiaolongnu's buttocks with both hands, making her entire body float in the air, his penis still deeply inserted into her vagina. Then he turned and walked towards Li Mochou.
In this position, his penis could penetrate very deeply, and with each step, it was an intimate act of intercourse.
Although Xiaolongnu's anus was still throbbing with pain, her vagina was radiating an intense, intoxicating pleasure. With each sway of her body, copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushed from their point of contact, causing her to moan uncontrollably.
Zhao Zhijing carried Xiaolongnu to Li Mochou and gave her a meaningful look.
Li Mochou initially showed annoyance, but gritted her teeth and obediently crawled over, placing herself between Zhao Zhijing's legs, tilting her head back, and gently licking the man's scrotum.
Xiaolongnu wrapped her arms around Zhao Zhijing's neck and her legs around his waist, her snow-white, delicate body seemingly wanting to melt into his powerful frame.
Seeing Li Mochou directly beneath her, and fearing that her vagina, stretched open by the man's penis, was being displayed before her senior sister, she felt an overwhelming sense of shame, yet also aroused a decadent pleasure.
She buried her head in the man's shoulder, not daring to look anymore, but her buttocks swayed rhythmically, swallowing and releasing the man's thick penis. A large amount of vaginal fluid flowed down, splashing onto Li Mochou's face as she tilted her head back to lick his testicles.
Zhao Zhijing was also at his peak of excitement. The two beauties from the Ancient Tomb Sect were working together, his junior sister being held in his arms and wildly fucked, while his senior sister obediently knelt on the ground licking his testicles, performing a drunken lewd play in this desolate wilderness.
He increased the speed of his thrusts, going at it dozens of times until he finally brought Xiaolongnu to orgasm. Then he let out a low growl, his penis plunging deep inside, ejaculating a large amount of semen, filling the girl's womb.
Li Mochou, so close to him, only saw the man's scrotum tremble, then the base of his penis twitch, and then the hot, fishy-smelling semen burst forth before her eyes like a torrent, the white, cloudy liquid splashing out at the point of contact, spraying her face like a smeared cat.
The next morning, Huang Rong noticed two stunningly beautiful women beside Zhao Zhijing, which puzzled her.
Zhao Zhijing explained, "These two are the current successors of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and have a long-standing friendship with my Quanzhen Sect. They have come to assist me at my invitation."
Huang Rong, being extremely clever, keenly sensed that the two beautiful women seemed to have a strange attitude towards the Quanzhen Sect leader, but she didn't say anything. At this moment, she still needed their help to rescue her daughter, so it was inappropriate to investigate further. Even though she recognized one of them as the infamous Red Serpent Fairy, she pretended not to know and greeted her with a smile.
Soon, the agreed-upon location for the hostage exchange at the border was in sight.
Meanwhile, in the Southern Song Dynasty's Lin'an Palace, the Emperor's most favored Consort Yan was having dinner with her father, the Duke of Xishan.
Consort Yan, in her early twenties, was exceptionally beautiful, elegant, and exuded a captivating charm. She sighed softly and said, "Recently, Jia Sidao has been stirring up trouble again. He's on good terms with Zhao Qi. If Zhao Qi is ultimately made crown prince, it will be extremely detrimental to us."
Old Master Yan also looked worried, but he had no good ideas for such a crucial matter.
The two chatted for a while before changing the subject.
Old Master Yan spoke of his recent experiences, and suddenly seemed to remember something, saying to his daughter, "I recently went to the Heroes' Gathering at Dasheng Pass to join in the fun, and unexpectedly met the new leader of the Quanzhen Sect. I didn't expect that the Taoist priest looked so much like His Majesty when he was young, it's truly astonishing." Consort
Yan showed curiosity and smiled, "Then Father, if you have time, you can summon that Taoist priest to an audience. I'd like to see him too."


Twenty-four, The Illusory Realm

. In the afternoon, on the banks of the Huai River, on the border between Song and Mongol, Zhao Zhijing, carrying Yang Guo, slowly appeared before Zhao Min and her group.
Zhao Min frowned, surprised that Zhao Zhijing would come alone, while his target, Huang Rong, was nowhere to be seen.
A long wind whipped at Zhao Zhijing's wide, grey-blue Taoist robe, which, combined with his serious and composed demeanor, exuded a chilling aura.
Zhao Min's strongest member, Kumārajīva, had already departed after fulfilling his promise to attend the Heroes' Gathering. Seeing the monk's absence, Zhao Zhijing breathed a slight sigh of relief.
The Xuanming Divine Palm was countered by the Innate Skill, and while the Golden Wheel Monk possessed profound power, his agility was average, posing little threat. Kumārajīva, however, was extremely powerful, possessing the Invisible Flaming Blade and having mastered the Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts through the Lesser Formless Skill, making him far more difficult to deal with than the Golden Wheel Monk and the Hundred-Loss Taoist.
Speaking of which, Kumārajīva's Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts manual was given to him by Murong Bo.
Since Murong Bo had already copied all seventy-two Shaolin Arts, why was he always staying in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion? And then there's Xiao Yuanshan, who's been copying books for twenty or thirty years. If he wanted to, he should have finished by now, yet he's still lingering in Shaolin Temple. Could there be some hidden secret in the Sutra Repository?
Suddenly, a bizarre scene flashed through Zhao Zhijing's mind.
Late at night, in Shaolin Temple, two old men dressed in black and masked appeared simultaneously in the Sutra Repository.
Just by looking at their aura, one could tell they were among the most skilled masters in the world.
One said, "It's you again. You've been here for twenty years, why haven't you left?"
The other replied, "Why should I leave when you're still here?"
Both snorted simultaneously.
After a pause, one said, "The Vajra Palm Technique has been updated today, don't get in my way."
The other said, "Hmph, I'm after the Dragon Claw Hand, the latest chapter just came out."
The two exchanged a wary glance, then ignored each other and rushed to their favorite bookshelves, taking out the secret techniques marked with the word "updated," their eyes gleaming as they eagerly began to read.
Outside the Sutra Repository, an old monk sweeping the floor sighed softly. His extraordinary skill had allowed him to detect the two intruders.
The old monk shook his head, thinking to himself, "Updating seventy-two books by myself, is it easy for me? But since there are still two readers, I'll just keep updating."
He paused, then muttered to himself, "It's troublesome that they sneak in to read all day. Why don't I just take them as disciples? Everyone's more convenient. Hmph, when I find an opportunity, I'll pretend to kill them, then take these two as disciples. The three of us can then stay in the Sutra Repository writing and reading. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Zhao Zhijing shook his head, banishing the bizarre scene from his mind, and stood directly opposite the group of alien experts.
Zhao Min had already changed back into women's clothing. Her black hair was like clouds, her face as radiant as jade, and a pearl necklace adorned her neck. A well-tailored emerald green silk dress perfectly showcased her exquisite figure; she was truly as radiant as a rose, a beauty of unparalleled grace.
She smiled sweetly, her beautiful eyes gazing at Zhao Zhijing, and said softly, "Sect Leader Zhao's willingness to come alone to this meeting is truly admirable. It's remarkable."
Zhao Zhijing's face was ashen, feigning resentment, and he shouted, "Witch! You treacherous foreign traitors have destroyed the foundation of my Chongyang Palace! One day, I will avenge this great grudge! Enough nonsense, let's begin the hostage exchange."
Zhao Min was not annoyed, but smiled gently, staring at Zhao Zhijing with interest, and suddenly said, "If Sect Leader Zhao is willing to submit to the Mongols, then this county promises you to rebuild a larger Chongyang Palace for the Quanzhen Sect, and to promote the Quanzhen Sect's doctrines throughout the north, making the Quanzhen Sect the true number one sect in the world."
Zhao Zhijing smiled disdainfully and shouted in a deep voice, "I'd rather be a headless corpse of the Song Dynasty than a kneeling slave of the Tartars! Princess, you underestimate me, Zhao." His words were resounding and righteous, making even Zhao Min feel a sense of awe.
Of course, Zhao Min was unaware that the seemingly upright Taoist priest's gaze was secretly appraising her stunning figure, his mind filled with lewd thoughts.
She smiled faintly, said nothing more, and gestured backward.
Zhao Min wasn't foolish enough to believe that such words would convince the new leader of the Quanzhen Sect, but as long as he wavered even slightly, she would have succeeded. After all, she was just speaking casually, making empty promises as she pleased.
Bai Sun Dao Ren, carrying Guo Fu, stepped out from the crowd and stood about ten paces in front of Zhao Zhijing.
Having been publicly defeated by Zhao Zhijing at the Heroes' Gathering, Bai Sun Dao Ren now harbored a deep hatred for him.
Decades ago, he mastered the Xuanming Divine Palm and believed himself to be unmatched in the world, thus indulging in evil deeds and wickedness throughout the martial world. He happened to hear that Wang Chongyang was convening the first Mount Hua Sword Tournament to vie for the title of the world's number one swordsman and to determine the ownership of the *Nine Yin Manual*, and eagerly planned to participate.
Unexpectedly, he encountered Zhang Sanfeng, who had just founded the Wudang Sect, at the foot of Mount Hua.
Zhang Sanfeng, at that time, also planned to participate in this grand Mount Hua Sword Tournament to enhance the reputation of the Wudang Sect; even if he didn't win the title of the world's number one swordsman, he could still greatly boost Wudang's prestige.
At that time, he hadn't even accepted his eldest disciple, Song Yuanqiao, and only had a young servant named Cong Xu by his side. Cong Xu's parents had just been killed by Bai Sun Dao Ren.
The two unexpectedly met first, a classic case of enemies meeting on a narrow road.
Although Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts were not yet fully developed, he was still stronger than Bai Sun Daoren at the time. After a hundred moves, Zhang
Sanfeng used his Pure Yang Limitless Skill to defeat the Xuanming Divine Palm, and Bai Sun Daoren was seriously injured and fled. Afterwards, Bai Sun Daoren went far away to distant lands, never daring to show his face in the Central Plains, but he did take in two disciples, Lu Zhang Weng and He Bi Weng.
This time, it was his two disciples who invited him to come out of seclusion. Bai Sun Daoren, having been restless for too long, and having heard that Zhang Sanfeng had faded from the martial arts world for more than ten years, accepted the invitation and became a guest elder of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion.
Although Zhang Sanfeng had severely injured Bai Sun Daoren, he himself had also suffered minor injuries, so he did not participate in the first Mount Hua Sword Tournament. Otherwise, with his skills, the Five Greats of the Central Plains might have become the Six Greats.
Sixteen years later, at the second Mount Hua Sword Tournament, although Zhang Sanfeng's divine skills had reached their peak, he had already become indifferent to the struggle for fame and fortune, and thus did not participate.
As for Congxu, although he wasn't formally accepted into the sect, he had received some guidance from Zhang Sanfeng and later became a Taoist priest, known as Chongxu Daoren, establishing the Chongxu Taoist Temple, essentially a branch of the Wudang lineage.
Seeing Yang Guo's ashen face and lifeless appearance in Zhao Zhijing's hands, Bai Sun Daoren couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, are you perhaps the victim of your cruelty?"
Zhao Zhijing chuckled and said, "What a joke! I always act with integrity and honesty. How could I be like you, habitually resorting to schemes and tricks to harm people? This little scoundrel's acupoints were merely sealed; he's neither injured nor poisoned. I guarantee this in the name of the Quanzhen Sect Leader."
Yang Guo, witnessing his beloved woman commit adultery, wished he were dead, hence his half-dead state.
As the saying goes, "If Heaven had feelings, it too would grow old; if man had feelings, he would die young." "My clothes grow looser, yet I have no regrets; for her sake, even my eggs would break."
Zhao Min called out from afar, "I guarantee that Miss Guo's acupoints are merely sealed; she has no other restrictions."
Zhao Zhijing, with the imposing presence of Yue Tingyuan, said in a deep voice, "Very well, let's each throw our hostages to the other. Don't try anything funny, or I might intervene midway, and the Jin prince's life might be in danger."
Bai Sun Dao Ren snorted coldly and said nothing more.
Guo Fu was still conscious, but she was completely immobilized. After being captured, she had been hoping that her invincible parents would come to rescue her, but after several days, there was still no sign of them.
From birth until now, although she couldn't be said to have lived a life of luxury, she had never lacked for anything. Everyone knew that she was Guo Jing and Huang Rong's only daughter and treated her with great respect. Even if she made a small mistake, she would at most be scolded by her stern father, and she could be said to have never suffered any loss.
She was like a little princess in the martial arts world.
This capture left her utterly helpless, especially with that old man named Lu Zhangweng constantly lecherously staring at her as if he wanted to devour her whole, and frequently taking the opportunity to grope her—it was like a nightmare.
Then Zhao Zhijing appeared, single-handedly bringing that damned Yang Lai to exchange for her. His righteous spirit, like that of a lone hero, actually made Guo Fu feel a slight fondness for this thirty-something Taoist priest.
This young lady, who deeply respected her father, was at the age of sixteen or seventeen, a time when she was most interested in mature and steady men. She thought to herself, "Mother told me that Grandpa was about twenty years older than Grandma. Grandma was a daughter of an official when she was kidnapped by bandits. Grandpa rescued her like a god descending from heaven, and the two fell in love and eventually married. This Master Zhao saved the day at the Heroes' Gathering, just like Father, a truly heroic figure. Although he's a bit older, he's much more reliable than Da Wu and Xiao Wu… Oh dear, what am I thinking… How embarrassing…"
Zhao Zhijing and Bai Sun Dao Ren counted down three times and then threw the hostages to each other.
Zhao Zhijing caught Guo Fu and hugged the charming girl, who bore a striking resemblance to his mother Huang Rong, back quickly.
At the same time, the Xuanming Palm strike landed!
Zhao Zhijing, holding Guo Fu in one arm, channeled his innate energy and blocked with a palm strike, sending both of them staggering back several steps.
In this brief respite, the Xuanming Elders and the Golden Wheel Monk, among others, caught up and joined the attack.
Zhao Zhijing whispered in Guo Fu's ear, "Hold on tight, I'll get you out of here!"
Guo Fu knew the situation was critical, and instinctively wrapped her arms around the man's neck and her legs around his waist, clinging to him like a koala.
This was Guo Fu's first intimate encounter with a man. The strong, warm body of this adult male, his powerful masculine aura, made her blush, her heart pound, and she felt unbearably shy, wishing she could disappear into the ground.
She closed her eyes, but the shouts of the enemies and the sounds of fists and palms cutting through the air reminded her of the perilous battle. Yet, in this man's arms, she felt strangely safe.
This scene seemed to have appeared in her dreams before: she was the most noble and beautiful princess in the world, captured by an evil sorcerer, and in her moment of crisis, a hero riding on a rainbow appeared, fighting desperately to rescue her.
Of course, nine out of ten girls with princess syndrome have probably had similar dreams…
especially when Zhao Zhijing was fighting, his hot breath constantly spraying from his mouth and nose onto Guo Fu's ears and hair, making the girl feel a sudden, inexplicable stirring in her heart.
Oh my god, so… so embarrassing… but… but also so… so alluring…
Suddenly, Guo Fu felt her buttocks being lifted by a man's large hand, and then a steady voice sounded in her ear: "Attention! This humble Taoist is about to break through!"
Immediately afterward, the wind whistled past her ears, and the Taoist priest Zhao, carrying her, sped away.
Ah! How could he, Master Zhao, touch someone's buttocks... and... and grab them so hard... Waaah... Fu'er... Fu'er will never get married... Guo Fu's
ears turned red, but she understood that if Zhao Zhijing hadn't been holding her, she would have been thrown out long ago.
The Lingbo Weibu technique was unpredictable and fast, like a car drifting; Guo Fu couldn't maintain her balance on her own.
However, this violent jolting caused Guo Fu's well-developed body to rub against Zhao Zhijing's chest, giving the lecherous man a secret pleasure.
"Hehe, little girl, you're developing well. Those breasts bounce around, very elastic, and your buttocks are perky and bouncy. They feel so good to grab, haha."
Being surrounded by Zhao Min's alien experts seemed dangerous, but whether it was the Golden Wheel Monk, the Xuanming lineage, or the Vajra Gate lineage, their lightness skills were all mediocre. Zhao Zhijing wasn't initially surrounded; he used the Lingbo Weibu technique to run wildly, leaving his pursuers only able to eat dust.
Even more outrageous, Zhao Zhijing actually got an erection at this moment.
Guo Fu suddenly felt something hard pressing against her crotch, which puzzled her greatly. Although she was a virgin, she had heard bits and pieces of information about that kind of thing by this age, and she quickly realized what was going on.
That hard thing... could it be... could it be a man's...? Heavens, how could this be! It's so... so hot... even through her clothes, it felt so scalding...
Guo Fu was completely stunned and didn't know how to react.
This Taoist priest Zhao had risked his life to save her, and her current intimate embrace with him was out of necessity. It must be because she was pressed against him that he... he... got hard...
Guo Fu was filled with shame and anger, but also a faint sense of pleasure; she truly didn't know what was happening to her.
But in this moment of escape, Guo Fu naturally couldn't say anything. She still clung tightly to the man who had led her away, her eyes already closed, ignoring the pursuers behind her. She was like a drunkard, a strange, unprecedented feeling rising from the depths of her body, both shameful and sweet.
Especially now, with her legs spread and wrapped around his waist, her private parts were wide open, and the hard, thick thing was repeatedly thrusting into her as they ran, making her weak all over, disoriented.
"Ugh...it seems...it seems wet...so...so shameful..."
Guo Fu buried her head tightly in Zhao Zhijing's shoulder, like an ostrich, her girlish shyness incredibly alluring.
In an instant, the stone formation Huang Rong had prepared came into view.
Zhao Zhijing led Guo Fu into the formation, while the group of alien experts also arrived.
Seeing her daughter return safely, Huang Rong finally breathed a long sigh of relief. Although she noticed her daughter's flushed face, she assumed it was just from nervousness and fear. She hadn't expected that her daughter would be taken advantage of by the seemingly serious and composed leader of the Quanzhen Sect in just one mile.
Huang Rong, no longer able to comfort her daughter, hurriedly said, "Although the enemy is powerful, they can't all enter the formation at once. As long as some of them go in first to scout, I'll control the formation to trap them. Then, Leader Zhao and Master Miejue can lead everyone out to defeat the remaining enemies. That way, we can make these alien experts retreat in defeat!"
Zhao Zhijing secretly praised, "Huang Rong truly deserves to be called a female Zhuge Liang; this method of dividing and attacking is indeed brilliant."
He looked at Huang Rong; the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains now had a wise glint in her eyes, and her composed demeanor only added to her captivating charm. Her daughter, Guo Fu, nestled in her mother's arms, her face flushed, looking incredibly charming.
What a charming mother and daughter! Luckily, his Taoist robe was loose, otherwise Zhao Zhijing would have been embarrassed on the spot.
The Golden Wheel Monk and the others were also greatly surprised by the strange stone formation. They could vaguely see many people inside, but couldn't make them out clearly, and for a moment dared not enter.
At this moment, Zhao Min, protected by the Eight Heroes of Divine Arrows, also arrived on horseback. Seeing the stone formation ahead, she frowned.
Zhao Min knew Huang Rong was incredibly resourceful. Although she had a slight advantage in the Heroes' Gathering due to her unpredictable tactics, she dared not underestimate this female strategist. This strange stone formation was clearly Huang Rong's way of luring them in, and there was likely some malicious ambush.
Should she send a few people in to test the waters first?
Just as Zhao Min hesitated, suddenly, a long howl came from afar, and then a figure rushed towards them.
The newcomer was an unkempt old man with white hair, dressed in tattered clothes, quite disheveled, but his movements were incredibly fast, undoubtedly a top-tier martial arts master.
Zhao Zhijing exclaimed in astonishment, "Grandmaster Zhou!? Why is he here!?"
The newcomer was none other than the Old Urchin Zhou Botong.
Lu Zhangke happened to be on the side where Zhou Botong had run from, so he jumped out and shouted, "Who goes there!?" Then, without thinking twice, he unleashed the Xuanming Divine Palm at the newcomer.
Zhou Botong yelled, "Hahaha, a fight! I love it!" He also threw out both fists to meet Lu Zhangke's attack.
It turned out that Zhou Botong's two fists were completely different styles; his right fist was ethereal and graceful, while his left fist was fierce and unyielding. He was actually using his self-created Empty Fist and the Great Subduing Demon Fist from the Nine Yin Manual simultaneously.
After Zhou Botong unleashed the Nine Yin Manual, he was likely even stronger than the Four Great Masters. Lu Zhangke, still recovering from his internal injuries sustained in his battles with Qiao Feng and Zhao Zhijing, was far superior.
Their fists clashed, and Lu Zhangke found his opponent's fists to be surprisingly balanced, one hard and one soft. His own Xuanming Divine Palm was completely shattered, and a powerful force surged through him, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood and be sent flying, severely injured.
At this moment, Zhao Zhijing rushed in, shouting, "Uncle-Master, these are all experts from other races! Let's fight them!"
Zhou Botong, who loved fighting, was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Alright, I, the Old Urchin, will go!" He then charged towards the nearest Golden Wheel Monk, his fists striking out, the force of which enveloped the Golden Wheel Monk, Darba, and Huo Du simultaneously, making him a one-against-three opponent.
Zhao Zhijing stepped in front of Bai Sun Daoren and shouted, "Old ghost Bai Sun, you survived your defeat last time, but you might not be so lucky this time!"
Bai Sun Daoren's face flushed with anger, and he roared, "Boy,
don't be so arrogant! This time, I'll show you my true abilities!" Zhao Zhijing retorted, "My own? My own way? I'm more like Tokyo Hot!" Before the bewildered Bai Sun Daoren could react, he struck out with his palm, and the two clashed again.
Meanwhile, heroes from the Central Plains, such as Abbess Miejue, He Taichong of Kunlun, the Five Elders of Kongtong, and Lu Youjiao, rushed out of the fray and joined the chaotic battle with Hebi Weng, A Da, A Er, and A San.
Zhao Min frowned, seeing that the old man who called himself the Old Urchin was actually suppressing the Golden Wheel Monk and his two disciples all by himself, and felt that things had exceeded her expectations. They had already entered Song territory, and if they delayed any longer, things might change.
Gritting her teeth, she shouted, "Retreat!"
With that, protected by the Eight Heroes of the Divine Archery, she leaped onto her horse and fled north. The other foreign experts, seeing this, also feinted and fled north.
The Central Plains heroes wanted to pursue, but the Eight Heroes of the Divine Archery's constant arrow fire posed a significant threat, hindering their advance.
Zhou Botong, the most skilled in martial arts, easily dodged the arrows and wanted to chase after them to fight, but was stopped by Zhao Zhijing, who feared for his safety.
Zhao Min watched Zhao Zhijing ruin her plans from afar, a slight smirk playing on her lips, revealing her displeasure. She waved her hand and shouted, "Farewell!"
Zhao Zhijing, with his hands behind his back, said loudly, "Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish. Princess, take care of yourself."
This truly infuriated Zhao Min. She snorted and, without looking back, spurred her horse north.
At this moment, Zhou Botong was beside Zhao Zhijing, complaining, "We only fought for a short while, it wasn't enough."
Zhao Zhijing asked respectfully, "Grandmaster Uncle, why are you here?"
Zhou Botong replied sullenly, "I followed them to Longhu Mountain, but Qiu Chuji and those other boys were busy with this and that, and I was very bored. After thinking about it, I thought the Heroes' Gathering was more interesting with more people, so I came here. Who knew I was a step too late? By the time I arrived at Lu Family Village, the gathering had already ended, but I heard you were coming to the border to exchange hostages, so I rushed over."
At this time, Huang Rong also arrived with Guo Fu, bowing and saying, "Master Zhao risked his life to save my daughter; our Guo family will forever remember your great kindness."
Zhao Zhijing quickly offered a few words of humility.
Guo Fu leaned against her mother's chest, her pretty face still flushed. What had just happened was so embarrassing, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. Her gaze kept drifting towards Zhao Zhijing, unsure of how she felt about this man who had saved her but also taken advantage of her. "
Damn it, he's made me all wet down there, it's so uncomfortable!" Guo Fu felt ashamed and angry, and couldn't help but glare at Zhao Zhijing. Unexpectedly, she met his gaze, and panicked, quickly lowering her head, her face turning even redder.
At this moment, Zhao Zhijing gathered the assembled heroes from the Central Plains and said in a steady voice, "The foreign archers are formidable; recklessly venturing deep into enemy territory to pursue them could lead to losses. Now that Miss Guo has been rescued, let's leave this matter at that. Everyone should return to the border town to rest for the night, and tomorrow return to your respective sects. I will discuss future strategies for resisting the Mongols with the other four vice leaders. Once we have a preliminary plan, we will convene everyone again for further discussion."
This time, Zhao Zhijing's defeat of Bai Sun Daoren and Zhou Botong's single-handed suppression of the Golden Wheel Monk and his disciples had made the Quanzhen Sect quite the sensation. A sect possessing two top-tier martial arts experts was a force to be reckoned with, drawing the attention of other sects.
Therefore, no one objected to Zhao Zhijing's commanding tone.
The group returned to the border town and rested.
Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou didn't go with the replacement this time. Zhao Zhijing considered Li Mochou's sensitive identity and wondered if any of the Central Plains heroes present had any enemies. He simply let the two women wait in the town's inn to avoid any unforeseen circumstances.
Upon returning to town, Zhou Botong immediately pestered Zhao Zhijing, his eyes shining. "What kind of footwork did you use when you fought that old ghost Bai Sun? I've never seen it before!"
Zhao Zhijing's heart stirred, and he smiled, "Grandmaster Uncle, this footwork is called Lingbo Weibu, the most magical movement technique in the world."
Zhou Botong was fond of martial arts, especially admiring unusual techniques. Hearing Zhao Zhijing say it was the most magical movement technique in the world, he was immediately itching to try it, saying, "Show me, let this old rascal!"
Zhao Zhijing smiled lightly and casually took a few steps using Lingbo Weibu. Indeed, his movements were lightning-fast, elusive, and unpredictable.
Zhou Botong's mouth was practically watering, and he urged repeatedly, "Keep going! Show me the footwork!"
Zhao Zhijing, however, put on a stern face and said, "This footwork isn't a Quanzhen martial art; it's something I acquired by chance. How can I casually reveal it to others?"
Zhou Botong immediately looked distressed and pleaded, "Sect Leader, please demonstrate this footwork once, or I, the Old Urchin, won't be able to sleep."
Zhao Zhijing shook his head with a stern face. Zhou
Botong was at a loss. He had wanted to provoke Zhao Zhijing into demonstrating the footwork, but Zhao Zhijing was, after all, the leader of Quanzhen. Although Zhou Botong was mischievous, he ultimately dared not be so presumptuous as to attack his own leader.
After pleading several times, Zhou Botong even begged with a distressed expression, "How about I call you Grandmaster Uncle? I'll kowtow to you."
Zhao Zhijing quickly helped Zhou Botong up and scolded, "Nonsense! How can you do this?"
After saying that, he seemed to think for a moment, then shook his head and sighed, "Alright, Grandmaster Uncle, if you can help me with something, I'll not only demonstrate the footwork, but I might even teach you the whole set of footwork."
Zhou Botong was overjoyed and quickly asked, "What is it? Tell me! Tell me!"
Zhao Zhijing chuckled, "This time, Zhao Min from the Prince of Ruyang's mansion made us lose face. Grandmaster Uncle, do you think we should retaliate?" Zhou
Botong frowned and said, "You want me to deal with Zhao Min?" Zhijing shook
his head and said, "Zhao Min is guarded by Bai Sun Daoist and the Xuanming Elders, so she's not easy to deal with. What I want to deal with is one of Zhao Min's subordinates, an ugly-looking ascetic."
Zhou Botong was stunned for a moment and asked, "Ascetic? What do you want to do with him?"
Zhao Zhijing smiled faintly and said, "You don't need to ask that, Grandmaster Uncle. As long as you can bring that ascetic to me, we'll have fulfilled our agreement, and I will teach you this footwork as promised. Although that ascetic is not weak, he is far inferior to you, Grandmaster Uncle. I believe that with your abilities, it won't be difficult for you to complete the task by sneak attacking him."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Botong nodded and said, "Alright, it's settled then. I'll go and capture that ascetic!" After saying that, he ran off in a hurry.
Seeing Zhou Botong leave, Zhao Zhijing revealed a sinister smile, muttering to himself, "The Ming Cult is colluding with foreign tribes, the Right Envoy of Light has joined the Prince of Ruyang's mansion, and the Left Envoy of Light deliberately lost to the Golden Wheel Monk at the Heroes' Gathering. Heh heh, I'll be the director of the siege of Bright Peak, hahaha."
Huang Rong and Guo Fu shared a room. She noticed her daughter seemed dazed, but assumed it was just from the recent fright, comforting her before thinking nothing more.
Actually, Guo Fu realized Zhao Zhijing hadn't shown her any affection on the way back. He... he had clearly hugged her, touched her buttocks, and even... he had pressed his thing against her most intimate area.
Ugh, these are things only husband and wife do! He... he's done this... how can I marry someone else?!
Although dazed, Guo Fu was exhausted from the past few days of fear and anxiety, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Huang Rong slept in the same bed as her daughter, but her mind was racing, the events of the past few days flashing through her thoughts.
Zhao Min of the Prince of Ruyang's mansion is truly formidable, but with precautions in place next time, there's no need to fear her.
Zhao Zhijing, what kind of person is he really? Behind that dazzling light, something seems to be hidden, something unclear.
Huang Rong couldn't help but recall the slightly presumptuous look in Zhao Zhijing's eyes when he first saw her.
He seemed to harbor many mysteries...
But, Fu'er's rescue was truly thanks to him, or perhaps she was just overthinking?
Thinking it over and over, it was past midnight, and Huang Rong still couldn't fall asleep.
Suddenly, a faint moan reached Huang Rong's ears.
A thought struck her; the sound came from next door. There were only two rooms on the second floor of this inn, one for her and her daughter Guo Fu, and the other for Zhao Zhijing.
Could it be...?
Huang Rong quietly got up, dressed, without waking her daughter, and quietly left the room, going to the room next door.
The sound became clearer; it was unmistakably a woman's moan.
Huang Rong blushed slightly. Having been through similar experiences, she knew perfectly well what those sounds meant. She couldn't help but spit inwardly, thinking, "The Quanzhen Sect strictly forbids marriage among its Taoist priests. He, as the sect leader, has broken this rule! Shameless!"
But this wasn't Huang Rong's business, and she intended to leave and return to her room. However, her innate gossip instincts were burning, and she couldn't suppress her curiosity. Looking around, and seeing that it was late and quiet, she quietly crouched under the windowsill, moistened her finger with saliva, poked a hole in the window paper, and peeked inside.
What she saw almost made her gasp. She hadn't expected such a scene.
Three naked, fleshy creatures were entwined together—Zhao Zhijing, Xiaolongnu, and Li Mochou.
On the bed, Li Mochou lay at the bottom, while Xiaolongnu lay on top of her, their two naked, smooth bodies pressed tightly together. Zhao Zhijing, who was also completely naked, was kneeling on one knee, his hands freely caressing the two women's fair and delicate bodies, his waist thrusting incessantly, his lower body clearly already inserted into the women's bodies, doing the most intimate thing between men and women.
Huang Rong covered her mouth, staring incredulously at the lewd scene unfolding between the emperor and his two empresses in the room. Li Mochou, the Red Serpent Fairy, was ruthless and proud; while Xiaolongnu was pure and innocent, like a fairy. Yet these two outstanding women were shamelessly intertwined, allowing themselves to be played with by a man—it was truly unbelievable.
Although Huang Rong had previously suspected Zhao Zhijing's relationship with the two women, she never expected it to be like this.
Looking closely, Huang Rong realized that Zhao Zhijing was currently having sex with Xiaolongnu, and the moans she heard were coming from this stunning beauty, who resembled a fairy from Mount Gusha.
"Ah...ahhh...so...so good...ah...let me...let me forget those things...forget those things...ahhh...ah...woo...I...I don't want to remember anymore...woowoowoo...ahhh..."
Xiaolongnu, her head thrown back, her long, flowing hair cascading down, was being fucked by her senior sister in a doggy-dog position.
Zhao Zhijing had slept with her many times and discovered that the position Xiaolongnu found most arousing was the "old man pushing a cart" position. Although she verbally expressed her unwillingness, as long as she assumed this shameful position and was vigorously pounded by his penis for a while, she would experience waves of shy yet alluring pleasure, a boundless and stimulating sensation akin to decadence.
Huang Rong and Guo Jing had been married for many years, but neither of them knew much about this kind of thing. Guo Jing always used the most traditional missionary position, and he knew nothing about any kind of flirting. Fortunately, Guo Jing was physically strong, and his powerful thrusts during lovemaking could make Huang Rong quite enjoyable. However, Guo Jing didn't understand what his wife needed, and he didn't control the rhythm, ejaculating hastily after only a hundred or so thrusts. The legendary state of ecstasy was something Huang Rong never experienced.
Naturally, Huang Rong was too ashamed to discuss this with her husband, but because they loved each other, this matter didn't cause a rift between them.
Suddenly, Xiaolongnu's voice rose sharply: "Ah... I'm coming... Ahhh... I'm going to come... Ah... Waaah... Waaah... Ahhh..."
Huang Rong saw Xiaolongnu's entire body suddenly arch back, then collapse, trembling all over, her jade-like skin flushed with an intoxicating blush, and an expression of utter pleasure on her face.
Could it be, could this be a woman's orgasm? Xiaolongnu actually climaxed in such a lewd position?
Huang Rong had completely forgotten her original intention of just taking a quick look and leaving; her entire mind was captivated.
Zhao Zhijing sighed comfortably, but he had already noticed someone peeping outside the window, most likely Huang Rong from the next room.
He stroked Xiaolongnu's slightly trembling back, smiled secretly, and slowly withdrew his still-unejaculating penis.
Huang Rong's pretty eyes widened instantly, and she almost couldn't help but scream.
My God, it's so big!
Much bigger than, much bigger than Brother Jing's!
Guo Jing's penis was only the size of an ordinary person's; how could it compare to the legendary weapon honed by Zhao Zhijing, a reincarnated lecher, using secret techniques?
Candles were lit in the room, and in their light, a monstrous, terrifying rod stood proudly erect, pulsating and radiating an intimidating power.
Huang Rong felt her heart pounding rapidly. Knowing something was wrong, she couldn't help but fix her gaze on the man's enormous penis.
So large, so thick and long—good heavens, how could Xiaolongnu withstand it? Wouldn't such a terrifying thing kill a woman if it were inserted?
Huang Rong couldn't help but imagine scenes of her husband Guo Jing making love to her, her lying on the bed with her legs spread, her husband on top of her, his penis deeply inserted.
If, if Brother Jing's penis were as thick as Zhao Zhijing's, then… then Rong'er would surely be fucked to the point of death…
Thinking about it, Huang Rong blushed deeply, feeling a surge of panic.
Zhao Zhijing pressed his penis down and inserted it into Li Mochou's vagina, quickly resuming his thrusting.
Li Mochou, sensitive to touch, moaned excitedly after a few thrusts, even more so than her junior sister.
After a while, Zhao Zhijing withdrew his penis and inserted it into Xiaolongnu, taking turns fucking the two beauties of the Ancient Tomb Sect.
Huang Rong was increasingly shocked. Wow, so amazing! He lasted so long! My god, is this Daoist Zhao made of iron? He's so persistent!
Oh dear, I can't watch anymore. It would be too embarrassing if I were discovered.
Just as Huang Rong was about to leave, Zhao Zhijing growled, "Ah, I'm going to cum, get up, ah."
Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu knelt on the bed, while Zhao Zhijing quickly masturbated, pressing his penis against the two women. Soon, his penis throbbed, and hot, white semen spurted out, directly onto their faces.
As Huang Rong stared in disbelief, the two women's beautiful faces were covered in a gush of white fluid, a scene of utter lewdness. Then, the two women leaned in from either side, licking and cleaning the man's penis with their tongues, becoming even more obscene.
Huang Rong swallowed hard, feeling a burning sensation all over her body. Knowing she couldn't watch any longer, she quietly left and returned to her room.
Zhao Zhijing had the Ancient Tomb Beauties lick his penis, but his thoughts sank into the depths of his soul. He asked, "Mingkong, Huang Rong's heart has been slightly breached, is that enough?"
Mingkong's voice rang out, "It's enough. I'll do as Father plans, hehe. If it succeeds, how will Father reward me?"
Zhao Zhijing laughed and scolded, "Then Father will shove his big penis into your mouth and let you savor it, how about that?" Mingkong
said disdainfully, "Tch, not a shred of sincerity. If I hadn't risked my life these past few days, influencing Xiaolongnu's mind, she wouldn't have fallen so quickly. Father didn't even say thank you."
Zhao Zhijing laughed, "Alright, alright, I know Mingkong is the best. Let's prepare for the next step."
Mingkong said, "Understood. These past few days, this world has been subtly discovered. I must slip away. After I'm reborn through a womb and escape the mystery of my birth, this world can no longer reject me. But..." "For the next few years before he awakened, Father had to fight alone. Temujin is the chosen one of this chaotic world, quite mysterious, and our greatest enemy. Mingkong senses he should be reappearing soon."
Zhao Zhijing said, "We'll meet force with force. Right now, the main Mongol army is still entangled with the Teutonic Knights in Europe. Even if Temujin comes out of the pass, it will take time to sweep through Europe before heading south. We just need to hurry. By the way, you said that Zhao Zhijing's body is one of the people with the strongest destiny in this world. What exactly is that?"
Mingkong said, "I don't know, but destiny is indeed like that. Your destiny was previously concealed, but now it seems to have begun to break through the blockade and ignite. I'm afraid there will be changes soon. Father, seize the opportunity then."
Huang Rong quietly returned to her room, looked in the bronze mirror, and saw that her face was extremely red. She touched it and felt it was even hotter. She couldn't help but curse inwardly. She secretly touched between her legs and found it was already wet. Embarrassed, she took out a gauze handkerchief and wiped herself haphazardly a few times. Then, pretending nothing had happened, she lay back down on the bed, glanced at her sleeping daughter, pulled the blanket over her face, and soon drifted off to sleep.
She didn't know how much time had passed when Huang Rong felt the sunlight was dazzling and slowly opened her eyes.
"Ah!"
she exclaimed in surprise. She was lying under a tree in the wilderness, the sun high in the sky, warm sunlight filtering through the dense foliage, casting dappled patterns on the ground, which fell directly on her face, waking her.
But why was she in the wilderness with her daughter in the inn room, and already at midday?
Even stranger, she was dressed in white, clearly her clothes had been changed, yet there were no signs of assault on her body.
Huang Rong suppressed her panic and calmed herself, carefully observing her surroundings. She felt a vague sense of familiarity, as if she had been here before, but couldn't quite place it.
The sound of water approached from a distance. A thought struck her, and she followed the sound. Not far away, she saw a shimmering lake.
Huang Rong shuddered, finally recognizing the scene before her. This was the very place where she had first met her beloved Jing-gege, dressed as a woman.
She had rowed a small boat across this lake to fetch him, and they had shared their first love.
But this was on the outskirts of Beijing!
How had she traveled from the banks of the Huai River to here overnight?!
A chill ran through Huang Rong. Even with her exceptional intelligence, the situation was far too bizarre, completely beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
With no one around, she slowly walked to the lake's edge. The clear water reflected her image.
A young girl in white, around sixteen years old, was reflected in the lake. Her beauty was otherworldly, and she was incomparably charming.
Huang Rong screamed. This…this was herself at sixteen!?
She stumbled back two steps, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud.
What was happening? What was happening?!
How had she turned back into a sixteen-year-old?!
Huang Rong trembled. After a while, she went back to the lake and looked more closely.
Sure enough, she had indeed transformed back into the sixteen-year-old girl.
Huang Rong was completely bewildered. She thought, "That's right, I remember now. I arranged to meet Brother Jing by the lake that afternoon, but I arrived early and even took a nap under a tree. There should be a small boat there."
Thinking this, Huang Rong looked up. Sure enough, there was a small boat moored on the distant shore, exactly as she remembered.
Could it be…could time have reversed, taking me back to when I first met Brother Jing? Or perhaps, or perhaps her memories were just a dream, a figment of her imagination during her afternoon nap?
Huang Rong was at a loss, filled with immense fear, completely unsure of what to do.
Never mind, never mind all that, I'll steer the small boat towards the shore and see if I can find Brother Jing.
Huang Rong ran over, steered the small boat towards the place where she remembered meeting Guo Jing, and soon reached the shore.
She nervously watched the bushes on the bank; according to her memory, Brother Jing should emerge from the woods soon.
Sure enough, a figure emerged from the woods and ran towards the small boat.
However, Huang Rong's expression changed drastically. The newcomer was dressed in luxurious white robes, handsome and dashing—it was Ouyang Ke!
Not Brother Jing, but Ouyang Ke!?
Ouyang Ke leaped onto the boat with both feet. Looking at the ethereal beauty Huang Rong, he was completely captivated by her beauty and lewdly laughed, "So beautiful, so beautiful! I knew she must be a rare beauty, hahaha."

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