My Mother is the Charming Huang Rong 21

Volume 3, Chapter 41 -

The two walked into the bushes and found an uneven clearing. Gesar laughed, "Godmother, go ahead and pee, I'll keep watch outside for you."

Just as he was about to leave the bushes, Xiao Wenli suddenly called out to him, her pretty face slightly flushed, and said softly, "Son, don't go...you...you help your godmother untie her skirt..."

Upon hearing this, Gesar's penis suddenly twitched. Looking at Xiao Wenli's slightly flushed face, he thought, "Damn, isn't she deliberately seducing me?" Xiao Wenli seemed to understand Gesar's thoughts and hurriedly explained, blushing, "Son, don't misunderstand... The reason your godmother asked you to help me untie my skirt wasn't because I wanted to... I just wanted to get closer to you and strengthen our relationship..."

Gesar sighed, "Oh, is that so? Okay..." He then stepped forward to help Xiao Wenli untie her skirt, inhaling her fragrance as he did so, exclaiming, "Ah, godmother, you smell so good..."

Gesar untied Xiao Wenli's skirt, lifted it up, and tied it around her waist. Gesar noticed she was wearing light green silk trousers underneath. He was about to help Xiao Wenli pull them down when she pushed him away, handing him her feather fan and scolding, "Son, you can untie your godmother's skirt, but you can't take off her trousers. You're all grown up now, a big boy. You can't just look at my private parts, understand?"

Gesar nodded helplessly, took the fan, and stepped aside, watching as Xiao Wenli pulled down her trousers and squatted down. Soon, Gesar heard the soft sound of urination. He wanted to lie down and see Xiao Wenli's private parts, but dared not. He went around to her back, where he saw her large buttocks, which were very white in the moonlight. From his standing position, Gesar couldn't see clearly what was in Xiao Wenli's cleft. He felt a surge of impatience, wanting to pounce on her, but he managed to suppress his urge and went back to her front. Xiao Wenli chuckled, "Son, what are you doing going behind your godmother? I know you must be looking at my butt... You're so naughty... But, it's okay for you to look at my butt..."

Gesar thought to himself, "What are you pretending for? I've even seen you poop!" Then Xiao Wenli said softly, "Son, don't you need to pee? The toilet in the carriage is unusable. What will you do if you need to pee later? Why don't you pee too, pee with your godmother..."

Gesar was tempted by her words, so he pulled out his already hard penis from his crotch and started peeing next to Xiao Wenli. Looking at Gesar's thick penis, Xiao Wenli's pretty face flushed even more, and she sighed softly, "Wow... son, your little penis is so big... my son has grown a big penis..."

Gesar quickly finished urinating, but instead of putting his penis back in his pants, he held it up in front of Xiao Wenli's face and said with a wicked smile, "Godmother, what do you think when you see my big penis? Do you have any special reactions?"

Seeing that the glans of Gesar's penis was less than an inch away from her face, Xiao Wenli scolded, "Little Fuzi, you're a bad boy, but it's strange, why does your godmother like you so much?"

As she spoke, she spat on Gesar's glans. Gesar thought that Xiao Wenli was going to give him oral sex, and his penis suddenly became even harder. Unexpectedly, Xiao Wenli had already pulled up her pants, stood up, and tied her skirt

. She smiled at Gesar and said, "Child, hurry up and put your little penis back in your pants, or you'll catch a cold!" Gesar was very annoyed. He stepped forward and hugged Xiao Wenli's slender waist, rubbing his penis against her body, and said coquettishly, "Godmother, you can't tease me like this! Your son's penis can't be messed with. If you provoke it, you have to let him release his fire, otherwise I'll die from lust..."

Xiao Wenli pretended to push him away, using her slender hands, painted with blue nail polish, to grasp Gesar's penis and gently stroke it, laughing and saying, "Good boy... " "Son, how can you pull out your little penis and act cute in front of your mother? You want to have sex with your godmother, but your godmother can't just agree to it. Although in our Tiannan ethnic tradition, physical relations between mother and son are allowed, it must be with the permission of the clan elders and after a ceremony. The ethical relationship between godmother and godson is not so strict, but a ceremony is still required before they can become closer. Sigh, I see you really can't bear it tonight, so your godmother will break down and comfort you a little..."

As she spoke, she vigorously rubbed Gesar's penis with her slender hands. Gesar felt the delicacy of Xiao Wenli's slender hands with his penis, greedily inhaling the fragrance of her hair. He then reached behind her and squeezed her buttocks hard through her skirt and pants, trembling as he said, "Godmother, your buttocks are so elastic... I just saw how white your buttocks are, the color is like the snow on distant mountains... Godmother, I really want to kiss your big buttocks..."

Xiao Wenli's body went limp from the squeezing, and she became aroused, her panties already wet. She finally managed to control her lust, panting as she increased the speed at which she masturbated Gesar. Gesar quickly shouted, and his semen shot out, shooting more than ten feet away, landing on the trunk of a tree opposite, a conspicuous white speck.

Zhu Xiaolin felt that almost half an hour had passed and was getting a little anxious waiting in the carriage when she suddenly saw Xiao Wenli smilingly leading Gesar in. She rushed forward, took Xiao Wenli's hand, and asked in a low voice with a smile, "How was it, Sister Xiao? Did the child go to the toilet with you? Did he pee comfortably?"

Xiao Wenli glanced at the tired-looking Gesar and said playfully, "Of course he peed comfortably! Our little Fuzi even peed out white soy milk, hee hee..."

Zhu Xiaolin was startled by this and quickly pulled the two of them to a corner to sit down, asking with a laugh, "Sister Xiao, really? You've already opened up your body to the child so quickly? You're spoiling him too much..." "..."

Xiao Wenli blushed, lightly punched Zhu Xiaolin, and said with a playful laugh, "Xiaolin, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm a person who knows how to educate, how could I spoil a child? I... I just helped Xiao Fuzi relieve his heat, with my hand... I was afraid that his anger would affect his health..."

Zhu Xiaolin giggled, "Oh, so Sister Xiao gave the child a handjob... Xiao Fuzi, how was your godmother's shooting skill? Did you fire the bullets in rapid succession? Did you hit the target?"

Gesar felt very tired after ejaculating and said with a wry smile, "Of course my shooting skill is good, the bullets fired in rapid succession, every shot hit the enemy..." "Aunt Zhu, can you let me rest for a bit? I'm so tired, I don't want to talk..."

Zhu Xiaolin chuckled, "So useless! Just because your godmother made you a little bit of soy milk, you've lost all your manly spirit and fighting will! You're still a prospective party member, you're really not qualified! Okay, I won't ask you anymore, you just rest. I need to discuss the adoption ceremony with your godmother..."

Then she smiled and asked Xiao Wenli, "Sister Xiao, you have a certain status in the martial arts world, so your adoption of a godson absolutely cannot be a quiet affair. It should be done in a grand and lively manner according to the customs of your Tiannan ethnic group. By the way, I just heard that your Tiannan ethnic group's female leaders..." The ceremony for adopting a godson was very solemn, but I don't know the specific details. Can you tell me?

Xiao Wenli glanced at Gesar, her pretty face flushing again, and said shyly, "Xiao Fuzi, why don't you go wander around somewhere else... I need to discuss something with your Aunt Zhu..."

Gesar smiled wryly, "Damn, godmother, what secret can't you tell your comrades? We Communists are upright and honest, there's nothing to hide, right?"

But he still stood up as instructed and continued, "But I still respect personal privacy, so I'll leave as you say. Godmother, Aunt Zhu, you two talk slowly!"

Saying this, he stretched and slowly walked away. Zhu Xiaolin asked curiously, "Sister Xiao, what is it that you insist Xiao Fuzi has to leave to say? It's not about the adoption ceremony, is it?"

Xiao Wenli's pretty face was still flushed, and she said shyly, "Yes, it's about the mother-recognition ceremony. According to our Tiannan customs, if I want Xiao Fuzi to be my godson, this mother-recognition ceremony must be held, and a grand banquet must be held. But I think this is the Central Plains, and the customs are different. If we follow our Tiannan rules completely, it will be shocking..."

At this moment, the carriage jolted and started moving forward again. Wang Keming's voice was heard outside the carriage: "Attention ladies participating in the ghost marriage competition! I have an announcement to make. Due to a tribal war two hundred miles ahead, the road is blocked. To ensure the safety of all participants, the carriage will stop at Qingcao Town ahead for two days until the war subsides..." Before

Wang Keming could finish speaking, his voice was drowned out by a chorus of curses. "What kind of place is this? The fighting has destroyed the roads! Is this the Middle East?" "Damn it, my plan to rush back to see Jay Chou's concert is ruined!"...

Xiao Wenli frowned, "Are those two tribes fighting again? This area belongs to Prince Kobe; who would dare to start a war?"

Zhu Xiaolin smiled, "Most likely, it's Prince Kobe's cavalry continuing to annex other small tribes... Oh dear, Sister Xiao, everyone has a responsibility to the nation's fate. We're not ordinary people; why should we meddle in so many trivial matters? The caravan will be staying in Qingcao Town for two days; we..." "How about we invite some like-minded heroes to help organize your and Xiao Fuzi's mother-recognition ceremony? By the way, you still haven't answered my question. What are the important details of this ceremony?"

Xiao Wenli's face flushed even deeper, and she said shyly, "Xiaolin, you don't know, according to our Tiannan customs, this mother-recognition ceremony is quite complicated and strange... First of all, if I want to recognize Xiao Fuzi as my godson, I must give birth to him once..." Zhu Xiaolin exclaimed in surprise, "What do you mean you must give birth to him once? I don't understand!" Xiao Wenli's face flushed even deeper, and she said shyly, "Xiaolin, you don't know, according to our Tiannan customs, this mother-recognition ceremony is quite complicated and strange... First of all, if I want to recognize Xiao Fuzi as my godson, I must give birth to him once..." Zhu Xiaolin

exclaimed in surprise, "What do you mean you must give birth to him once? I don't understand!"

Li said shyly, "Don't you understand what 'giving birth once' means? It means I have to give birth to him from my vagina..."

Zhu Xiaolin exclaimed in surprise, "What? You want to give birth to Xiao Fuzi from your vagina? This... how is this possible? Sister Xiao, are you joking?"

Xiao Wenli said reproachfully, "How can I be joking with you at a time like this? This is the first step in our Tiannan folk custom's mother-recognition ceremony. Any boy who wants to be a woman's son must have that woman give birth to him from her vagina once. In Tiannan, we have witches who specialize in performing this kind of ceremony." "There's a drug that can shrink a boy's body to a tiny ten-inch-long figure, which is then inserted into a woman's vagina. The boy, now a tiny figure, must remain inside the woman's vagina for two hours before a witch delivers him and then uses another drug to restore his normal body..."

Zhu Xiaolin was utterly shocked. Her cherry lips gaped open, and after a long while, she stammered, "Damn, Sister Xiao, your Tiannan customs are truly astounding! It's just about adopting a son, yet you have to use witchcraft to stuff the child into a woman's vagina... Damn, you're so formalistic!" "Wow! Is there really such a thing as a witch's potion that can shrink a person? I really can't believe it... Won't the child suffocate if it's stuffed into the vagina?"

Xiao Wenli sighed, "There's nothing we can do. That's how our folk customs are in Tiannan. Our witchcraft culture is too strong... Under normal circumstances, the child won't suffocate in the vagina because the witch will apply some medicine and perfume to the vagina beforehand, so the child will only feel warm and sweet inside, and won't feel suffocated. The only danger is if the woman happens to be menstruating, the vaginal..." " It's all filthy blood, the child will be in real trouble..."

Zhu Xiaolin spat, "If the child has started menstruating, just wait until it's over before holding the ceremony. Are you going to force the child to crawl into that filthy cunt?"

Xiao Wenli smiled bitterly, "The time for the child to return to the yin realm is calculated by the witch, and once it's set, it can't be changed, otherwise it's disrespectful to the gods. Once, a beautiful and quiet woman in our area adopted a boy as her godson. After the time for the child's return to the yin realm was set, she suddenly started menstruating that day. There was no other way but to stuff the boy, who had turned into a tiny person, alive into her vagina. Two hours later, people hurriedly called the witch..." "She pulled the child out... Oh... the poor child, covered in a woman's menstrual blood, filthy and almost suffocated..."

Zhu Xiaolin frowned, sticking out her tongue, "Ugh, so disgusting... Sister Xiao, I hope you don't suddenly get your period when Xiao Fuzi is inside you, otherwise Xiao Fuzi will be in big trouble..."

Xiao Wenli continued, "That's rare, unless it's really a coincidence... The boy I mentioned earlier was unlucky enough to encounter his stepmother who happened to be menstruating. He was put inside his stepmother's vagina..." He had been soaking in filthy menstrual blood for two hours and was on the verge of death. It took the witch a long time to revive him. His beautiful adoptive mother was heartbroken and loved him dearly from then on…

Zhu Xiaolin frowned and said, “Oh, Sister Xiao, please don’t talk about menstruation anymore, it’s disgusting… By the way, we don’t have a Tiannan witch here, so it seems this ritual can’t be performed…”

Suddenly, a faint voice said, “Who said it can’t be performed? Aren’t I right here?”

The two were startled and turned to see a woman in black standing beside them. This woman was petite and had a very beautiful face, but her face was completely bloodless, as if she came from the deepest hell, and she carried a sinister ghostly aura. Xiao Wenli exclaimed in surprise, "Gewuta, it's you? What are you doing here? Did you also come to participate in the ghost marriage competition?"

The woman in black smiled faintly, "I don't participate in such a boring competition. I came to the Tibetan border to find a kind of herb. I heard that there was some kind of ghost marriage competition here, and seeing you among them, I sneaked in to have some fun."

Xiao Wenli introduced her to Zhu Xiaolin, "This Gewuta is a famous witch in our Tiannan region, and we have a close personal relationship. Xiaolin, you two should get to know each other better."

Zhu Xiaolin smiled and said, "So you are the witch Gewuta, my apologies for not recognizing you." She wanted to take the witch's hand, but felt that she was eerie and unapproachable, so she withdrew her hand and gestured for her to sit down.

The witch Gewuta smiled faintly, "Among the female warriors of the Zhu family in Qinling, Zhu Xiaolin's Jade Sword Palm is the most powerful. I should be the one who is disrespectful." After sitting down, she asked with a smile, "Xiao Guanyin, I have been grieving the loss of your son many years ago. I never thought that you would finally find an adopted son to make up for the lost love. It is truly a cause for celebration!"

Xiao Wenli seemed unafraid of the ghostly aura emanating from Gewuta. She grasped Gewuta's pale, slender hand and sighed with a smile, "Thank you, Gewuta! It's true that you never know where you'll meet someone in life. I was just worrying about the ceremony for recognizing my mother, and I never expected to meet you in this remote and desolate place on the Tibetan border! Little Fuzi, Little Fuzi..."

She looked around with her beautiful eyes, wanting to call Gesar over to pay her respects, but found that the child was nowhere to be seen in the large carriage hall. Geuta smiled faintly, "No need to call him. I've already seen your child; he's quite handsome. Congratulations, Xiao Guanyin."

Xiao Wenli blushed and said, "Thank you... Geuta, now that you're here, you can help me with the mother-recognition ceremony. I just don't know if Xiao Fuzi can accept the details of this 'returning to the underworld' ceremony..."

Zhu Xiaolin laughed lewdly, "Sister Xiao, please don't worry about that. Knowing Xiao Fuzi as I do, if he knew he could penetrate a woman's vagina, he'd be overjoyed. How could he not accept it? Sister Xiao, besides penetrating a woman's vagina, what other details are there in the mother-recognition ceremony?"

Xiao Wenli sighed, "After the 'returning to the underworld' ceremony, the next step is breastfeeding..."

Zhu Xiaolin laughed, "It's just sucking on a nipple, right? That's easy. Xiao Fuzi is best at sucking on a woman's nipple; I guarantee you'll enjoy it!"

Xiao Wenli smiled wryly, "Xiaolin, this isn't just any ordinary breastfeeding. In our Tiannan mother-recognition ceremony, breastfeeding is a very difficult part. It requires the witch's help, and the child has to work hard too. The boy must suckle the woman's milk for the ceremony to be considered successful."

Zhu Xiaolin exclaimed, "Milk? She's not pregnant or breastfeeding, where would she get milk?"

Xiao Wenli glanced at Gewuta and smiled, "The witch has a secret potion that can make a woman's mammary glands secrete milk for a short time, but not much. The child needs to suckle hard to get any milk out. Xiaolin, you may not know, but it's actually very difficult to get a woman's milk out. Babies have fleshy hooks in their mouths that help them suckle, which is why..." It's relatively easy to suckle a mother's milk, but adults don't have the hooks in their mouths, making it very difficult. Even if you have a lot of milk, an adult might not be able to suck it out, but under the witch's guidance, adults can also suck out milk after some training. I wonder if Xiao Fuzi has any talent in this area?"

Zhu Xiaolin shook her head upon hearing this, and exclaimed with a smile, "Wow, I never imagined there was so much to learn about breastfeeding. It seems I'm really ignorant. I must strengthen my professional knowledge in the future... Sister Xiao, besides breastfeeding, what other rituals are there?"

The witch Geuta suddenly interjected, "After suckling the mother's milk, the next step is to accompany the mother daily." Her voice was calm, and no matter how filthy and lewd the words she uttered, she appeared remarkably calm and natural.

Zhu Xiaolin asked curiously, "A bridesmaid? What's a bridesmaid?"

Gewuta explained, "A woman needs a bridesmaid for her wedding, and a woman adopting a son naturally needs a bridesmaid. This bridesmaid is a beautiful woman of similar age to the woman adopting the son, preferably a virgin, and must be dressed very attractively. After the breastfeeding ceremony, the bridesmaid arranges for the son to have sex with the bridesmaid. The bridesmaid must personally rub the son's penis until it's hard and then personally insert it into her vagina. Throughout the entire sexual intercourse, the bridesmaid must be present and use provocative language to stimulate the son's sexual desire. The bridesmaid must also do everything she can to make the child feel pleasure..." Zhu Xiaolin clicked her tongue

in amazement and laughed lewdly, "Damn, this mother-recognition ceremony is really great for those adopted sons! They get to have a vagina to burrow into, milk to drink, and even have sex with a beautiful woman's big vagina... By the way, don't the adopted son and his mother have sexual relations?"

Xiao Wenli glared at Zhu Xiaolin upon hearing this and said shyly, "Xiaolin, little sister..." " What nonsense are you talking about? This is a ceremony to recognize one's mother, not a wedding. How can an adopted son have sexual relations with his adoptive mother? Even if it happens, it can't be too direct; it needs to be done subtly..."

Zhu Xiaolin laughed lewdly, "Just have sex, why do you need to be subtle? I say, Sister Xiao, your thinking is too outdated! It's been over thirty years since the reform and opening up, and social ethics have undergone earth-shattering changes. Boys can have sex with their mothers long ago, and you're still being so subtle. You're so old-fashioned, hehe..."

Ge Wuta said coldly, "That's your Central Plains' reform and opening up. In our Tiannan, we still follow ancient customs and ethics. Children must respect their mothers. So after the ceremonies of returning to the underworld, drinking mother's milk, and having sex with the mother, although the adopted son will eventually have sexual relations with his adoptive mother, it can't be too direct. First, we need to cultivate the emotional bond between mother and son. The adoptive mother must love and cherish the adopted son." "The adopted son must also be filial and respectful to his adoptive mother. Although the adoptive mother should try her best to arouse the adopted son's desire with flirtatious words and actions, out of respect for the adoptive mother, the adopted son must not violate the adoptive mother's vagina for six months, because that is the place where the adopted son was symbolically born, and must be respected. If the adopted son is really unable to control his desire, the adoptive mother can help the adopted son masturbate and ejaculate, helping the child release his pent-up desire. When the adoptive mother is masturbating the adopted son, the adopted son can touch the adoptive mother's body through her clothes, but he must not take off the adoptive mother's clothes and must maintain respect. After six months, the adoptive mother can first open her anus to the adopted son..."

Zhu Xiaolin laughed in surprise upon hearing this: "Open the anus? Damn, isn't that even more lewd than opening the vagina? You call that tactful? This is too untactful!"

Gewuta smiled lightly: "How is it untactful? Haven't you studied physiology and hygiene? The vagina is a reproductive organ, and the anus is a defecation organ, so the little penis is inserted into the mother's anus." "It's not incest, but inserting it into the mother's vagina is unethical. Ms. Zhu, do you understand?"

Zhu Xiaolin nearly coughed up blood upon hearing this, and said with a wry smile, "Damn, Master Geutta, I didn't expect you to speak English! Damn, the linguistic hegemony of Anglo-Americans is truly sweeping the globe! Okay, okay, as you say, inserting it into the mother's anus isn't incest because the anus is an excretory organ, but... the adopted son's penis will eventually be inserted into the adopted mother's vagina, right? I think it's just a matter of time..."

Geutta smiled faintly, "That's right. When the relationship between the adopted son and the adopted mother develops to a certain extent, the adopted son can insert his penis into the adopted mother's vagina with her permission, but not more than three times a month, and he must wear a Western condom. The adopted son absolutely cannot leave semen in the adopted mother's vagina, otherwise it's disrespectful to the adopted mother, disrespectful to God..."

Zhu Xiaolin thought to herself, what does this have to do with God! "Western condoms? What are those? I've never heard of them," she asked.

Xiao Wenli smiled and said, "They're a safety device to prevent women from getting pregnant. Hmm?—" Her beautiful eyes looked around again, and she frowned, "Where has Xiao Fuzi gone? Why hasn't she come back yet?"

Zhu Xiaolin smiled and said, "The ceremony hasn't even been held yet, and you're already so concerned about Xiao Fuzi. Xiao Fuzi is truly blessed to have such a beautiful and gentle godmother as Sister Xiao..."

At this moment, Gesar was in a dimly lit corridor on the lower level of the carriage, embracing and kissing a woman in white. Just moments after leaving Xiao Wenli and Zhu Xiaolin, he had reached the stairwell when he brushed past a pale-faced, ghostly-looking woman in black. The woman gave him a faint smile, causing his penis to twitch. Yet, he also sensed an unapproachable aura emanating from her. He wanted to speak to her, but then heard a woman's sobbing coming from the lower level of the carriage. Curious, he temporarily ignored the ghostly woman in black and went down to the lower level. Through the hazy light, he saw a woman in white weeping against the corridor wall. Startled, he went over and asked, "Young lady, what's troubling you that you're hiding here?" "Crying here! Oh dear, if you have anything to be sad about, just tell the organization. The Party organization will help you solve your problems..."

The woman in white noticed someone approaching and suddenly drew her long sword from her waist. The sword flashed, and the tip nearly pierced Gesar's throat. She shouted sharply, "Where did this lecherous scoundrel come from, daring to harass me? Get lost!"

Gesar hurriedly retreated, covering his throat with his hand, and said with a wry smile, "Damn it, young lady, I was just trying to show some concern for my comrade. How did that make me a lecherous scoundrel? You need to distinguish friend from foe, especially during this time of white terror..." He

recognized the woman in white as Su Bizhen, the "Snow Sword Seals the Throat" whom Ma Junjie had introduced. Remembering that he had once spied on her private parts, his penis twitched. He continued with a laugh, "Who do we have here? It's none other than the renowned 'Snow Sword Seals the Throat' Su Bizhen! I thought that Lady Su, who had roamed the martial world with unparalleled chivalry and a forthright personality, was a woman of great courage and strength, and wouldn't easily shed tears. I never imagined I would see Lady Su weeping today. It truly makes me realize the impermanence of life; behind any glamorous facade, there is bound to be a dark and sorrowful side..."

Su Bizhen, impressed by Gesar's refined words and handsome appearance... His hostility lessened considerably. He sheathed his sword and coldly asked, "Who are you? What brings you to this secluded and deserted corridor?"

Gesar sighed, "I am Zhu Fu, a servant of the heroine Zhu Xiaolin from Qinling. I wandered here out of sheer boredom and unexpectedly encountered you, Lady Su. Please rest assured, Lady Su, everyone has their sorrows. I will not pry, nor will I tell anyone that I saw you crying here. I only wish to say that life is unpredictable, like dark clouds; seeing through life brings sunshine. I only hope that whatever difficulties you encounter, Lady Su, you can think more positively. Self-pity is of no use."

Having said that, he was about to turn and leave when Su Bizhen called out, "Young Master Zhu, please wait... Young Master Zhu, judging from your manner of speaking, you are definitely not an ordinary servant. However, the reputation of the Qinling Zhu Clan's heroine is widespread, and her subordinates must also be extraordinary... Young Master Zhu, I would like to ask you something. Have you ever seen my brother, 'Jade-Faced Scholar' Su Gun?"

Gesar immediately recalled the handsome scholar in brocade robes he had seen in the sparse forest not long ago and couldn't help but ask, "Jade-Faced Scholar Su Gun? Is the one that Lady Su is referring to, a handsome scholar in brocade robes?" "Young Master Zhu?"

Su Bizhen was startled upon hearing this. She immediately stepped forward and grasped Gesar's hand, releasing a faint fragrance into his nostrils. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Young Master Zhu, have you seen him? He... how is he...?"

Gesar recalled the horrific scene in the sparse forest where the "Jade-Faced Scholar" Su Gun had been turned into a zombie by Wei Qiucan, the master of Tianyou Palace. He sighed, greedily inhaling Su Bizhen's fragrance as he comforted her, "Miss Su, please accept my condolences. Your brother has unfortunately been killed by that vixen surnamed Wei..." "Since Miss Su is crying here, she must have already foreseen the misfortune that has befallen your brother..."

Su Bizhen sobbed, "I only participated in this Ghost Marriage Competition to spar with the female masters of the world. My spoiled,纨绔 (wan ku, a spoiled brat) brother insisted on coming with me. As soon as I saw Wei Qiucan, I knew that this Ghost Marriage Competition was full of masters, and I had no chance of winning. I was about to withdraw from the competition, but my brother Su Gun was infatuated with Wei Qiucan's beauty and insisted on staying to try and get close to her. I couldn't stop him no matter what I did." A little over an hour ago, I saw Palace Mistress Wei Qiucan alight from her carriage and, for some unknown reason, start fighting with my younger brother, forcing him to flee into a nearby grove. I wanted to follow, but I was entangled by two of Qiucan's maids and struck by their poisonous needles, forcing me to stay and expel the poison. By the time I expelled the toxins, the carriage had already moved on, and neither Wei Qiucan, her maids, nor my brother Su Gun had returned. I assumed my brother had met with misfortune, and I was powerless to help him, hence my sorrowful weeping here, which I have only made a fool of myself in front of Young Master Zhu. "Young Master Zhu, is my brother Su Gun really dead?"

Gesar patted Su Bizhen's back, letting her naturally lean her head on his shoulder, continuing to inhale her faint fragrance, and sighed, "Miss Su, the dead cannot be brought back to life. That demoness Wei Qiucan committed many evils. Although she turned your brother Su Gun into a zombie, she herself was eliminated by my master, the heroine Zhu Xiaolin, thus ridding the martial world of a scourge. Miss Su, I understand your deep sibling bond, but your brother Su Gun couldn't distinguish between good and evil, and was infatuated with the demoness's beauty..." " His lustful nature has led him to this end; it's fate. I hope he can reform himself in his next life and be a good person, so that your concern for him as his sister won't be in vain..."

Su Bizhen sobbed, "Young Master Zhu, your words truly resonate with me. I've always been disappointed in this good-for-nothing brother of mine. When he disobeyed and acted recklessly, I wanted to kill him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Now that he's died at the hands of Princess Qiucan, it's his own retribution. Young Master Zhu..."

Gesar interrupted Su Bizhen, sighing, "I say, Miss Su..." "My dear, I have a suggestion for you. Please don't call me 'Young Master Su,' okay? That title is quite inappropriate for a prospective Party member like me. We are both revolutionary workers, comrades, so let's not be so polite! You look a few years older than me, so just call me 'Little Fuzi,' and I'll call you 'Sister Bizhen,' okay?"

Su Bizhen gently pushed Gesar away, her tears turning to laughter, and said, "Little Fuzi, that's a really interesting title... If you really don't mind me calling you Little Fuzi, then I'll call you that..." "Hehe..."

Gesar stared at Su Bizhen's pale but pretty face and laughed lewdly, "Sister Bizhen, I know what you're thinking. You think the name Xiao Fuzi sounds like a little eunuch, don't you? Hehe, Sister Bizhen, don't worry, I'll soon prove to you that I'm definitely not a eunuch. Not only am I not a eunuch, but I'll be more manly than any man. You'll understand one day... hehe..."

Su Bizhen smiled, but thinking of her deceased brother, her expression darkened again. Gesar comforted her, "Sister Bizhen, don't worry. After this ghost marriage competition is over, I will go to that sparse forest to collect your brother Su Gun's body, cremate him, and send his ashes back to his hometown. Sister Bizhen, life and death are a matter of fate. According to Taoism, who knows if today's death is not preparation for tomorrow's rebirth? So it's hard to say right from wrong between life and death, so you don't need to be too sad. Do you know my master, the heroine Zhu Xiaolin? I'll take you to meet her."

Su Bizhen had already seen Zhu Xiaolin on the carriage and knew that she was one of the top female martial arts masters in the world. She wanted to get to know her but was too shy to do so. Hearing Gesar's words, she smiled and said, "I've long wanted to get to know the heroine Zhu. It's fate that I met you today. Please take me to see the heroine Zhu!"

Just as she was about to follow Gesar out of the corridor, a large black rat suddenly scurried past her feet. Su Bizhen was instantly terrified, her body going limp. She screamed, "Rat! Help!..."

Gesar quickly stepped forward, embracing Su Bizhen's slender waist and burying the beauty's face in his chest. He sighed, "Sister Bizhen, don't be afraid. Rats are not the enemy. Our real enemies are the reactionary Chiang Kai-shek government and American imperialism..."

As he said this, Su Bizhen let out a soft "Mmm" and kissed his lips. Gesar was startled and quickly reciprocated with a kiss. He was a seasoned womanizer, understanding that this was an unusual reaction from a woman in a state of emotional turmoil. Seeing an opportunity, he unleashed his kissing skills, greedily biting and sucking on Su Bizhen's thin, cherry-like lips, sucking on her deliberately extended tongue, and boldly caressing her back, waist, and buttocks with both hands. Finally, through her skirt and trousers, he forcefully kneaded Su Bizhen's buttocks, causing her to groan: "Ouch...it hurts...Little Fuzi, be gentle...my buttocks have never been squeezed like this before...you're so naughty...you idiot, you're almost crushing my buttocks..."

After kissing for a while, Su Bizhen suddenly felt she had been too frivolous and impulsive, so she pushed Gesar away, her red... With a stern face, he said, "Little Fuzi, this isn't right, it's immoral... Let's get to know each other better before we act this intimate, okay?"

Gesar cursed "pretentious" in his heart, but smiled and said, "Sister Bizhen is right. True love should be built on shared revolutionary ideals and noble interests, not on the decadent bourgeois who only know how to enjoy physical pleasure. Sister Bizhen, you are a qualified communist fighter. You woke me up just when I was about to make a mistake and saved me from the brink of disaster..."

Su Bizhen interrupted him, laughing and saying, "Alright, alright, don't go on and on with your nonsense."

She pushed Gesar out of the dimly lit corridor and back into the upper hall of the carriage. Gesar saw the black-clad woman with a ghostly aura he had just seen sitting with Zhu Xiaolin and Xiao Wenli from afar, and thought to himself, "Damn, Aunt Zhu has a wide circle of friends, from humans to ghosts!"

He brought Su Bizhen to the three of them and introduced them. Aside from the sorceress Geuta remaining silent, Zhu Xiaolin, Xiao Wenli, and Su Bizhen exchanged a few polite words and sat down. Zhu Xiaolin, noticing Su Bizhen's pale face, first offered some words of comfort regarding Su Gun's death, then smiled and said, "Oh, Sister Xiao, we were just worried about finding a suitable bridesmaid. Do you think Miss Su Bizhen could be your bridesmaid?"

Xiao Wenli glanced at Su Bizhen, nodded, and smiled, "Miss Su certainly has the air of a bridesmaid, but Miss Su is so young, too far from my age..."

Geuta interjected, "Xiao Guanyin, there's no hard and fast rule about age. I think this Miss Su has a very good air about her; she'd be very suitable to be your bridesmaid."

Su Bizhen, who had initially found the black-clad sorceress from Tiannan cold and unapproachable, blushed slightly upon hearing her praise and smiled, "Master, you flatter me. I don't have any special air about me. But what exactly do you mean by 'bridesmaid'?"

Gesar also said, "I'm also confused by all this talk about recognizing a mother, accompanying a mother... Aunt Zhu, godmother, it seems like you have something you're not comfortable telling me. Oh dear, let's not be so formal! As long as I can be my godmother's godson, I'm willing to face any difficulties!" Zhu Xiaolin

and Xiao Wenli exchanged a glance, and the latter lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly. Zhu Xiaolin got up and pulled Gesar to his feet, walking towards the stairwell. She whispered, "Child, come on, let's go over there. Auntie needs to explain some things to you."

Gesar sighed, "Damn, what's so mysterious? Aunt Zhu, you're not taking me to the stairwell again, are you?"

Zhu Xiaolin lightly flicked the back of Gesar's neck with her slender hand, playfully scolding, "I wasn't in a hurry at all, but now that you mention it, I really am! I'll just have to pee in your mouth!"

The two walked to a secluded spot behind the stairwell, where Zhu Xiaolin told Gesar the details of the mother-recognition ceremony that Xiao Wenli had been too embarrassed to mention. The boy was speechless, exclaiming, "Damn, damn it! It's just recognizing a godmother, and I have to crawl through her vagina again!" "It's breastfeeding, and then there's this 'partner mother' thing, but it's really fun, hehe... I just don't believe that the ghostly witch Geuta can really turn me into a tiny person only seven inches long? That's fucking too damn weird!"

Zhu Xiaolin said seriously, "Xiao Fuzi, your last sentence has a repetition error. How did you learn Chinese? You used 'fucking mother' earlier, so you don't need to use 'fucking mother' again later..."

Then she laughed, "Don't underestimate these folk witchcraft cultures. That witch Geuta looks petite and weak, but she's incredibly powerful and can do things that science and technology can't. You have to respect the witch and not be rude, otherwise, if you offend her, not only will you not be able to recognize her as your godmother, but she'll also cast a curse on you for life." "You'll regret this!"

Gesar understood that Zhu Xiaolin was warning him against having impure thoughts about the beautiful witch, and couldn't help but smile wryly, "Aunt Zhu, you're making too much of my tastes! Although I like beautiful women, I'm only interested in living beauties. As for ghostly beauties, just thinking about them makes me tremble, and my little penis can't get hard at all..."

Suddenly, someone coldly said, "Are you saying I look like a ghost?"

Gesar was shocked upon hearing this, and turned to see that the witch Geuta had somehow entered the secluded corner behind the stairs. He blushed and said with a forced smile, "Fairy Gesar, how could I dare to say that about you! I was just saying that the other day I met a beautiful woman by the river with a sinister expression, like a ghost. I said to her, 'Oh, sister, don't look so sullen! It's not like we're in a terrible situation now.'" "In the old society, rife with hatred, we overthrew the Chiang Kai-shek regime long ago and established the new China. The people of the whole country are bathed in the glory of Mao Zedong Thought, and everyone's face is filled with happy smiles. How could you be unhappy?" "That beautiful woman said to me..."

Zhu Xiaolin quickly covered Gesar's mouth and smiled at Gewuta, "Master Ge, don't take it to heart with the child. He's always been outspoken and likes to joke. Actually, he has a very kind and honest heart... By the way, Master Ge, what are you doing in this corner?"

Gewuta said indifferently, "To urinate." Saying this, he untied his skirt in front of the two of them, took off his skirt and trousers, squatted down, and after a few drops, Gewuta pulled up his trousers, tied his skirt, and left indifferently, leaving behind a puddle of steaming urine on the ground. Zhu Xiaolin and Gesar were dumbfounded. Gesar pushed away Zhu Xiaolin's slender hand, looked at the puddle of urine on the ground, and sighed with a smile, "This Geuta truly has the demeanor of a great shaman. Even urinating is done with such grace and composure, far surpassing any woman's modesty. My admiration for her is like a surging river..."

Zhu Xiaolin quickly covered Gesar's mouth again, and said with a playful laugh, "Stop talking nonsense! I've already explained the details of the mother-recognition ceremony to you. If you truly want to recognize Xiao Wenli as your godmother, you must be mentally prepared to accept all the rituals in the ceremony. I have to..." "Only after I receive your affirmative answer can I proceed with this matter."

Gesar pushed away Zhu Xiaolin's slender hand and said with a wry smile, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Since I've decided to become Xiao Wenli's godson, I must respect their customs. Aunt Zhu, please go ahead and handle it. But will Captain Wang Keming interfere?"

Zhu Xiaolin sneered, "Don't worry about that, I'll handle it." The two left the stairwell. Gesar returned to Xiao Wenli, Gewuta, and Su Bizhen. Zhu Xiaolin got off the carriage and went straight to find Wang Keming.

Xiao Wenli knew that Gesar had learned the details of the mother-recognition ceremony from Zhu Xiaolin, and felt even more embarrassed, not daring to meet the boy's eyes for a moment. Gesar, however, appeared quite natural. He didn't dare approach Gewuta, but instead looked at Su Bizhen and asked with a smile, "Sister Bizhen, has the matter of the godmother been settled? Can you be my godmother's godmother's godmother?"

Su Bizhen's expression was very shy, and she whispered, "I... I wasn't originally qualified to be Sister Xiao's godmother, but Sister Xiao thinks highly of me, and with Master Gewuta's encouragement and support, I... I'll try my best..."

Hearing that Su Bizhen really wanted to be the godmother, Gesar was secretly delighted, because he knew that according to the rules of the godmother recognition ceremony, the godson should accompany the mother. Looking at Su Bizhen's pale but pretty face, his penis involuntarily hardened...

Meanwhile, Zhu Xiaolin alighted from the carriage and saw Wang Keming riding a tall black horse, slowly following beside the carriage procession. Zhu Xiaolin leaped forward and stopped the black horse. Wang Keming was pondering the arrangements for the caravan in Qingcao Town when he saw this and quickly reined in his horse, shouting angrily, "Zhu Xiaolin, what do you think you're doing? This isn't the Qinling Mountains; you can't act like this here!"

A group of black-clad guards surrounded them, but Wang Keming waved them away. Zhu Xiaolin smiled and said, "I knew Captain Wang wouldn't make things difficult for a woman like me. Captain Wang, I have some good news to discuss with you, and I hope to get your approval and support."

Wang Keming dismounted, brushing the hay off his horse with his fingers, not even glancing at Zhu Xiaolin, and said indifferently, "Speak your mind. Some things I can approve, and some I need to consult Prince Kebe."

Zhu Xiaolin smiled and said, "This is good news indeed. Even if you consult Prince Kebe, he will certainly agree." She then proceeded to discuss the plan to hold a ceremony for Xiao Wenli and Gesar to recognize their mother. She briefly recounted the events to Wang Keming, who exclaimed in shock, "Zhu Xiaolin, you've gone too far! You're both contestants in the Ghost Marriage Competition, yet you dare to entertain such a bizarre idea as a 'Mother Recognition Ceremony.' If Prince Kobe finds out, not only will you be disqualified, but you might not even be spared!"

Zhu Xiaolin sneered, "Captain Wang, don't be so absolute. Xiao Guanyin is only participating in this competition to hone her martial arts skills; she has no intention of becoming Prince Mengduo's ghost bride. As for the true contender for the championship, Prince Kobe and Captain Wang probably already know who it is." Why make things so procedural? Xiao Guanyin lost her son early in life, and now she has finally taken a liking to my servant and wants to adopt him as her godson, so she can enjoy the lost joy of family life. Captain Wang, a gentleman helps others achieve their goals. I think if you agree to and support this adoption ceremony, Prince Kobe will not only not blame you, but will also reward you, because this adoption ceremony will definitely add glory to the ghost marriage competition and help spread the ghost marriage culture...”

Wang Keming waved his hands repeatedly, saying, “No, no! Prince Kobe has repeatedly instructed that during the entire ghost marriage competition, no…” "An unexpected complication has arisen. 'Miss Zhu, you've been violating discipline and disregarding the competition rules since the day you registered. I've tolerated you out of respect for your renowned chivalrous reputation, but if you continue this nonsense, please forgive me…'

Suddenly, someone laughed loudly, 'Forgive you for what? Forgive your impoliteness, right? Haha, Captain Wang, while you're diligent, you're a bit too rigid. The purpose of the Ghost Marriage Competition is to spread our Tibetan ghost marriage culture and create political momentum for Prince Kebe's unification of Tibet. Your rigid and inflexible approach will only jeopardize Prince Kebe's grand plan!'"

Both were startled by the words and looked around, but saw no one. Just as Zhu Xiaolin was still wondering, a figure suddenly appeared with a gust of wind. Zhu Xiaolin instinctively swung her palm, and with a loud "whoosh," a powerful gust of wind swept through, causing the clothes of those within a three-zhang radius to flutter.

Zhu Xiaolin exchanged blows with the newcomer and then saw that he was a middle-aged man with a full beard, dressed in brocade robes, wearing a black cloak embroidered with a huge dragon claw. Wang Keming immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, Mr. Nangong!" Zhu Xiaolin cupped her hands and smiled, "So you are Mr. Nangong Huan, the top expert under Prince Kebie, whose fame shakes the martial world as the 'Dragon Claw Demon Eagle'! This humble woman is honored to meet you!"

Nangong Huan stroked his palm and smiled, "Miss Zhu, you are too kind! I have always admired the name of the Qinling Zhu Clan heroine, but have never had the chance to meet you. Tonight, I took the liberty of exchanging blows with you, Miss Zhu, merely to witness the power of the Jade Sword Divine Skill. I hope you will not take offense."

When Zhu Xiaolin exchanged blows with Nangong Huan, she felt her blood surge, realizing that this top expert under Prince Kebie was no mere figurehead. With a powerful and imposing presence, she thought to herself, "No wonder he could chase Sister Lu for hundreds of miles; this person is indeed extraordinary." Maintaining a natural smile, she said, "Mr. Nangong's martial arts are superb; how could I dare to be offended? Mr. Nangong, your presence at this desolate caravan, could it be that you brought some new instructions from Prince Kebe?"

Nangong Huan laughed loudly, "No new instructions! Prince Kebe simply sent me to tell everyone not to let the war ahead affect the participants' mood. Everyone will only stay in Qingcao Town for two or three days at most before continuing their journey. I was just worrying about managing the caravan for those two or three days when I suddenly heard that Lady Zhu wanted to help her friend..." A ceremony to recognize one's mother is being held, and the protagonist of this ceremony is none other than Xiao Wenli, the renowned "Feather Fan Guanyin" of Tiannan. "Very good, very good. On behalf of Prince Kebie, I express my support for this ceremony and am willing to organize a large number of female contestants to participate and hold a banquet to celebrate. Please, Miss Zhu, provide a list of all the items and materials needed for the ceremony so I can arrange for their purchase and transportation..."

Wang Keming frowned and said, "Mr. Nangong, do you really support this kind of ceremony? What if something goes wrong..."

Nangong Huan waved his hand dismissively and laughed, "What kind of trouble could there be? It's only because everyone is idle and restless due to the war and road blockages that trouble is likely to occur! Now, the contestants..." "We can participate in the celebration of the mother recognition ceremony, eat and drink, have a good time, and strengthen our relationships. That's great! Stop talking! On behalf of Prince Kebe, I order you to fully support Lady Zhu's mother recognition ceremony for her friend. You must not neglect it! Do you understand?"

Wang Keming could only bow and nod, repeatedly saying, "Yes, yes, I understand, I understand..."

Nangong Huan laughed heartily, and under Zhu Xiaolin's guidance, he boarded the carriage and met Xiao Wenli, Su Bizhen, Gewuta, and Gesar. After exchanging a few polite words, everyone took their seats. Nangong Huan smiled and said, "I have long heard of Xiao Guanyin's great name, and I know that her beloved son unfortunately died young, and her husband also passed away due to illness. I truly feel sorrow for Xiao Guanyin, but now her suffering has finally come to an end. I never imagined that Xiao Guanyin, participating in the Ghost Marriage Competition, would have the opportunity to meet our young master Zhu Fu and form a beautiful mother-son bond. If Prince Kebe knew of this, he would be very happy. On behalf of Prince Kebe, I wish Xiao Guanyin and young master Zhu a long and lasting love!"

Xiao Wenli and Gesar hurriedly thanked Nangong Huan for his congratulations. Gesar looked composed, while Xiao Wenli was somewhat shy. The witch Geuta remained indifferent, but a subtle smile flickered in her eyes, clearly pleased that Nangong Huan supported this mother-recognition ceremony.

The female contestants participating in the Ghost Marriage Competition, upon hearing that Xiao Guanyin was going to hold a mother-recognition ceremony with a young man, all gathered around to inquire. Everyone was happy and offered their congratulations to Xiao Guanyin, expressing their willingness to help with the ceremony. Xiao Guanyin was deeply grateful, glancing at Gesar, two tears welling in her beautiful eyes. The news spread like wildfire, and people from other carriages came to offer their congratulations, making the entire caravan lively and festive.

Nangong Huan asked Gewuta for a list of items and sent people to procure them, transporting them to Qingcao Town by fast horses and carriages. Gewuta selected over twenty beautiful and gentle women from among the volunteer female competitors, saying she would train them in dance, which they would perform a "Motherly Love Dance" for everyone at the Mother Recognition Ceremony. Gesar curiously asked what a "Motherly Love Dance" was, but Gewuta smiled and didn't answer. Gesar didn't press the matter. The caravan made a ruckus all night, arriving in Qingcao Town the next morning. Under the arrangement of Wang Keming and Ma Junjie, the nearly one thousand people in the caravan stayed in several large inns in town.

Having not slept all night, Gesar felt extremely tired and found a quiet small room to sleep. When he woke up, it was already evening. Gesar left his room to find food and searched for Zhu Xiaolin, Xiao Wenli, and Su Bizhen, but couldn't find them. He asked the innkeeper and learned they had gone to a large house diagonally opposite the inn, which Nangong Huan had converted into a venue for the mother-recognition ceremony.

Just as he stepped into the house, he saw two beautiful women emerging with somber expressions. Gesar recognized them as the two chosen by the witch Geuta the previous night to perform the "Motherly Love Dance." One wore a blue dress with a long sword at her waist and a charming face. The other wore a green outfit, a gold glove on her left hand, and a beautiful, quiet demeanor. Gesar knew the woman in blue was named Xue Qianqian, known in the martial arts world as "Wind Willow Sword," and the woman in green was named Wang Xiaomei, known as "Golden Hand Fairy." Upon seeing Gesar, the two women looked even more disheartened. Just as they were about to pass the boy, Gesar quickly stopped them, smiling as he asked, "Sister Xue, Sister Wang, what's wrong? You seem troubled. Oh, don't be pessimistic. Although the revolution is currently at a low ebb, as long as we read Chairman Mao's 'On Protracted War,' we can rebuild our confidence and firmly believe that the War of Resistance will surely be victorious..."

"Wind Willow Sword" Xue Qianqian sighed softly, "Young Master Zhu, don't joke with us. Your sister Wang and I are in a very bad mood right now. We... sigh... were eliminated by that witch Geuta, and can no longer participate in the 'Mother's Love Dance' training..."

Gesar was stunned upon hearing this, "What? Weren't you all selected? How come you were eliminated again?" He then laughed, "Oh, I understand, you must not have given the dance instructor Geuta a gift! Alas, this society is so corrupt, you should just go with the flow and give Geuta a gift! After giving the gift, she won't eliminate you!"

"Golden Hand Fairy" Wang Xiaomei shook her head and sighed. "Wind Willow Sword" Xue Qianqian smiled bitterly, "Young Master Zhu, it's not what you think. Sigh, I won't say anymore. Young Master Zhu, you go in and watch the training. Wang Xiaomei and I are going to drink to relieve our sorrows!"

The two beauties left hand in hand quickly. Gesar exclaimed, "Hey!..." Gazing at the two women's slender backs, he was filled with doubt. Turning around, he entered the large house, which contained several courtyards and numerous buildings, constructed in the style of Central Plains houses, creating a spacious environment. Gesar saw a gathering of beautiful women, their elegant attire and graceful figures moving about, creating a lively scene. Reaching the innermost courtyard, he saw a long, dark wooden pole erected in the center. The women chosen to perform the "Mother's Love Dance" were giggling and laughing, cupping their breasts with both hands and taking turns squeezing the long wooden pole with their cleavage while swaying their ample hips. Even though they were clothed, the women's actions made Gesar's mouth water, and his penis suddenly hardened.

Zhu Xiaolin and Su Bizhen sat on a long bench under the eaves, chatting and watching the women practice their dance. Su Bizhen had changed into a snow-white pleated miniskirt at some point, wearing tight black trousers underneath, making her look very sexy and alluring. Zhu Xiaolin saw Gesar and quickly beckoned him over, asking with a smile, "Little Fuzi, what do you think of your bridesmaid Su Bizhen's skirt? Isn't it sexy and beautiful? Your bridesmaid Su wore this skirt during the recognition ceremony. Do you like it?" She then

had Su Bizhen stand up, lift the pleated miniskirt, and twirl around a few times for Gesar to admire. Gesar, gazing at the snow-white skirt and tight black trousers, felt his penis harden even more and laughed, "Of course I like it! It's so beautiful, simply too beautiful..." Su Bizhen, however, was a little embarrassed, her pretty face slightly flushed. After twirling around a few times, she quickly sat back down next to Zhu Xiaolin.

Gesar glanced around and asked, "Where's Coach Geuta? I want to ask her why she eliminated 'Wind Willow Sword' Xue Qianqian and 'Golden Hand Fairy' Wang Xiaomei? Was it just because they didn't give gifts that they were excluded? The 18th National Congress of the Communist Party of China just concluded this year, and the General Secretary has repeatedly emphasized the need to change unhealthy social trends. Geuta is, after all, the leader and Party Secretary of the Tiannan region's witchcraft group. How dare she lead the way in resisting the spirit of the 18th National Congress? Does she still want to keep her job?..."

A cold voice replied, "Little Fuzi, what nonsense are you spouting? If you don't understand the rules of the Mother Recognition Ceremony, don't talk nonsense here! Slander, defamation, and fabrication—your attitude is the one that goes against the spirit of the 18th National Congress!"

Just then, the witch Geuta and "Feather Fan Guanyin" Xiao Wenli walked out of the house side by side. Gesar chuckled, "Oh dear, I was just saying it casually, Master Ge, don't be angry! Hey, godmother, where have you been? I haven't seen you all day, and my longing for my mother is like a surging river..."

Xiao Wenli interrupted Gesar, scolding, "Xiao Fuzi, don't talk nonsense, you must respect Master Gewuta. The reason Gewuta eliminated 'Wind Willow Sword' Xue Qianqian and 'Golden Hand Fairy' Wang Xiaomei is because, during the second selection, some of their physical conditions did not meet the standards for 'Mother's Love Erotic Dance' participants."

Gesar said, "Oh? How could such beautiful women not meet the standards? What exactly are the standards for 'Mother's Love Erotic Dance'?"

Xiao Wenli's pretty face flushed slightly, and she bit her lip, seemingly unable to speak. Gewuta ignored Gesar and went straight to the courtyard to train the women who were dancing the "Cleavage Dance". Zhu Xiaolin laughed, "Little Fuzi, don't think that just because you're pretty you can dance the 'Motherly Love Erotic Dance.' This kind of erotic dance has very strict requirements for dancers! First, of course, you have to be pretty, then you have to have a good figure, a gentle maternal temperament, and your breasts have to be beautiful when you're naked, and your pubic hair has to be thick and dark. 'Wind Willow Sword' Xue Qianqian was eliminated because her nipples were a little too dark. Master Geuta requires dancers to have bright red nipples. 'Golden Hand Fairy' Wang Xiaomei's nipples were bright red and passed the test, but unfortunately her pubic hair was a bit sparse and not thick enough, so she was also eliminated."

Gesar clicked his tongue in amazement, saying, "Damn, I didn't expect the selection process for 'Motherly Love Erotic Dance' to be so strict! Master Geuta's meticulous work..." "Your conduct is truly exemplary for the times! Godmother, what did you do inside with Master Geuta just now? Master Geuta wouldn't have given you a physical examination too, would he? If you were also eliminated by Master Geuta, how would the mother-recognition ceremony be held?"

Xiao Wenli said shyly, "Child, don't talk nonsense. How could Geuta eliminate me? Red nipples and thick pubic hair are just standards for 'Motherly Love Erotic Dancers,' not for me. Master Geuta just took me to the inner room to check my genitals, to see the width of my vagina, to decide the size of the person you'll be transformed into..."

Gesar looked at Xiao Wenli's kind and beautiful face, and thinking about how he would soon be inside her, he couldn't help but feel excited, and his penis became even harder. Just then, a man in black entered from outside the courtyard. He appeared to be a guard from the Kobe royal palace. He pushed a wheelbarrow in front of Gesar and said respectfully, "Master, the erotic dance costumes you ordered are ready."

Gesar gave a curt "hmm" and waved for the guard to leave the courtyard. The beauties crowded around the wheelbarrow, picked up the costumes, and giggled as they tried them on. Gesar saw that the costumes were pale white bras and light green silk trousers, and thought to himself, "What's so great about these dance costumes? They look so ordinary." Gesar told the beauties to each take a set of costumes and led them to the inner room to change. Gesar chatted with Xiao Wenli, Zhu Xiaolin, and Su Bizhen for a while, and was about to leave the courtyard when he suddenly saw the beauties pouring out of the inner room. At the sight, Gesar's blood boiled.

He realized he hadn't clearly seen the true design of the erotic dance costume. Now, he saw that the women training to dance all had their hair tied up in large buns and hanging down their backs, their faces lightly made up, appearing elegant and beautiful. Moon-white bras were bound in front, with two bright red nipples peeking out from the holes in the bras, exceptionally alluring. The light green silk trousers were tight at the thighs and wider at the calves, with flared hems. A large hole was torn in the crotch of the trousers, revealing a large clump of dark pubic hair.

Gesar was stunned by the allure of this "Motherly Love Erotic Dance" costume, his desire instantly igniting in his lower abdomen. Just as he was about to pounce on one of the beauties, Geuta coldly said, "Little Fuzi, I don't like boys present when I'm training. You can leave."

Gesar stared at the bright red nipples and the clump of dark pubic hair, at the gentle and pretty faces, unwilling to leave. Xiao Wenli, Zhu Xiaolin, and Su Bizhen exchanged glances, then stepped forward, took Gesar's arm, and gently pushed him towards the courtyard gate, saying softly, "Child, Master Gewuta is very strict. Boys are not allowed to watch the training of the erotic dance; it's a rule of Tiannan folk customs, and you can't violate it. Be good, go outside and play for a while. You can watch to your heart's content when these beautiful ladies officially dance the day after tomorrow."

Gesar sighed helplessly, glancing reluctantly at the red nipples and thick pubic hair, then reached out and pinched Xiao Wenli's plump buttocks hard before quickly running out of the courtyard gate, leaving behind a series of coquettish laughs and scoldings from Xiao Wenli.

Gesar arrived on the street and saw pedestrians hurrying by, creating a noisy scene. Among them were people from the Kobe royal family and women participating in the ghost marriage competition. Everyone seemed to be busy with the mother-recognition ceremony, and they all cast ambiguous glances at Gesar when they saw him. Gesar felt a little embarrassed and was wondering what to do. Suddenly, he remembered the two beauties who had been eliminated by Geuta, and his penis twitched involuntarily. He thought to himself, "Why don't I go find 'Wind Willow Sword' Xue Qianqian and 'Golden Hand Fairy' Wang Xiaomei for a drink? With my silver tongue, I can soothe their dejected mood, and maybe tonight I can even get my hands on them and see if Xue Qianqian's nipples are really that dark, and if Wang Xiaomei's pubic hair is really that sparse..."

He made up his mind and immediately inquired about the two beauties' whereabouts. Qingcao Town was quite small, and after asking a few people, Gesar learned the address where the two beauties were drinking. He immediately went there, and after going around two streets, as dusk was falling, he indeed saw the two beauties outside the window of a "Fuling Tavern".

The two Jianghu beauties were sitting in the corner of the small tavern, with only two plates of vegetarian dishes on the table, but dozens of wine pots were laid out. Gesar hurried inside and sat down next to the two beauties, laughing, "Sister Xue, Sister Wang, you two have such a high tolerance for alcohol! Since you're drinking, why not order some good dishes? I heard the hand-shredded beef here is excellent, shall I treat you?"

"Wind Willow Sword" Xue Qianqian was already swaying from the alcohol, her pretty face flushed. She tugged at Gesar's arm with her slender hand and said playfully, "Little Fuzi, you're here... Very good, that black-clad witch looked down on us sisters, but you're so loyal, coming to drink with us... Very good... You should have a drink first..."

Gesar drank a glass of wine, smelling the delicate fragrance emanating from the two women, and couldn't help but think, "Damn, what perfume are they using? They smell of alcohol, but they still smell so good." Just as he was about to raise his hand to call the waiter for the beef, "Golden Hand Fairy" Wang Xiaomei pressed his arm with her slender hand, painted with purple nail polish. She coughed twice and chuckled, "Young Master Zhu, we don't eat meat, we're on a diet... Are you here to drink with us or to laugh at us?"

Seeing that Wang Xiaomei was the only one who seemed sober, Gesar stared at her pretty face and said righteously, "Sister Wang, what are you saying? We are both comrades in the revolution, sharing common ideals. Why would I come to laugh at you? Besides, this isn't a joke at all; it just shows that that sorcerer Geuta is too rigid and serious. With your beauty, you two sisters are unparalleled in the martial arts world, yet you were eliminated by her. I think it's simply jealousy!"

Wang Xiaomei smiled faintly, "I know you're not telling the truth, but I still like to hear it. While Sister Xue and I aren't bad looking, we wouldn't call ourselves the most beautiful in the martial arts world. Of course, among the women participating in the Ghost Marriage competition, few dare to claim to be the most beautiful. In my heart, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world is always Sister Lu Wanya from the 'Two Heroines.' Her looks, her figure, her temperament—that's what truly deserves the title of beauty..."

Gesar was startled to hear her praise his mother. He thought to himself that most of these beauties were narrow-minded and jealous; they would never say such heartfelt words unless they were truly captivated by his mother Lu Wanya's beauty. He became even more curious about his mother's beauty, thinking, "My God, just how beautiful is my mother?" He couldn't reveal that he was Lu Wanya's son at that moment, so he feigned surprise and asked with a smile, "I've also heard of the famous Lady Twin Heroes. Is Lu Wanya really that beautiful? Sister Wang, have you seen her?"

Seeing that Xue Qianqian had already slumped on the table, Wang Xiaomei couldn't help but punch her arm and said with a playful laugh, "Sister Xue, stop pretending, get up and continue drinking... Young Master Zhu, of course I've seen Sister Lu Wanya. Not only have I seen her, but I also had the honor of bathing with her in the mountain spring..."

When Gesar heard that Wang Xiaomei had bathed with his mother, his heart pounded wildly, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Sister Wang, you bathed with my mother... oh no, you bathed with that Lady Lu? You must have seen her body? Sister Wang, tell me, what color are Lady Lu's nipples?"

Driven by a lewd thought and desire, he was eager to know the color of his mother's nipples. He had asked Zhu Xiaolin, Xue Minzhi, and his aunt Lu Wanqing about this before, but they were all unwilling to tell him. Tonight, he wanted to take advantage of Wang Xiaomei's drunkenness to get the information out of her, but a look of vigilance immediately flashed in Wang Xiaomei's eyes. She shook her head and smiled bitterly, "I can't say... Although I have seen Sister Lu's beautiful body, we women all respect Sister Lu and will not tell any man what we have seen, as that would be a desecration of Sister Lu..."

Gesar almost vomited blood upon hearing this, but he was also secretly grateful to Wang Xiaomei. He thought to himself that there must be many lecherous men in the martial arts world who coveted his mother's beauty. If all the women who had seen his mother's body were to casually tell others about what they had seen, wouldn't that be an insult to his mother? So he picked up a full glass of wine and handed it to Wang Xiaomei, saying solemnly, "Thank you for keeping your mouth shut, Sister Wang. Actually, I also have great respect for Lady Lu, regarding her as an inviolable immortal. If you had inadvertently said anything disrespectful to Lady Lu just now, I would rather lose my life than not experience your magic touch!"

Seeing his solemn and serious demeanor, and his steady gaze, which did not seem like he was lying, Wang Xiaomei couldn't help but wonder if he and Lu Wanya were related. Overwhelmed by her drunkenness, she didn't have time to think further, took the glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a smile, "No matter who you are, as long as you respect Sister Lu, you are my friend!" She then nudged Xue Qianqian, urging her to get up and drink.

Gesar hurriedly advised, "Sister Wang, it seems Sister Xue can't drink anymore. Let's let her rest for a bit! It's chilly in this hall, why don't we find a small private room for Sister Xue to rest, and I'll drink with you, okay?"

Wang Xiaomei tapped Gesar's nose with her slender finger wearing a gold glove and chuckled, "You don't want to drink here, you want to find a private room. Hehe... I know, you want to take advantage of us two sisters, don't you?..."

Gesar smiled without answering. Seeing that Wang Xiaomei was also quite drunk, he called over the innkeeper, took out a silver ingot weighing several tens of taels from his pocket, and asked the innkeeper to find a small private room and move the wine and dishes there. The innkeeper was a short, stout man with a roguish air. Upon seeing the money, he chuckled and immediately ordered his waiter to prepare a small private room for the three of them. Just as he was about to help Gesar escort the two beauties inside, Gesar wouldn't let him touch them. He himself supported one woman in each arm and led them into the room. He ordered several jugs of wine and a few delicate side dishes, dismissed the waiter, and closed the door.

At this time, "Wind Willow Sword" Xue Qianqian was already unconscious on the kang (heated brick bed), while "Golden Hand Fairy" Wang Xiaomei remained somewhat conscious, sitting cross-legged with Gesar on either side of the kang table, drinking several cups of wine. Wang Xiaomei, her eyes hazy with intoxication, chuckled, "Young Master Zhu, you've come to drink with us, is it really to stand up for us two sisters? We've heard that the sorcerer Gewuta is incredibly powerful. You sympathize with us, aren't you afraid of offending her?"

Gesar stared at Wang Xiaomei's slender hand adorned with a golden glove and laughed, "Oh dear, so what if I offend her! Anyway, the whole country is liberated. Even if I offend Master Gewuta, it's just an internal conflict among the people, not an enemy-versus-enemy relationship. With the mediation of Mao Zedong Thought, we'll reconcile quickly... Sister Wang, it's said in the martial arts world that your hand with the golden glove is very powerful. I've heard that almost no one has seen the hand inside that glove; everyone who has seen it is dead. Sister Wang, could you please spare my life?" "Let me see your little hand inside this golden glove again?"

Wang Xiaomei, who was already tipsy, turned pale when she heard Gesar want to see her hand inside the golden glove. She said in a deep voice, "Young Master Zhu, how dare you! You know that seeing my hand inside the golden glove will kill you, yet you still dare to look? Heh heh, you have quite the curiosity! Didn't your mother tell you? Curiosity kills!"

A cold voice replied, "Curiosity only kills those with weak martial arts skills. If you don't believe me, let me see your hand inside the golden glove and see if I die."

The two were shocked and then noticed a purple figure standing in front of the bed. It was a woman with a black veil, wearing a red outfit and a purple cloak. Gesar felt a sense of familiarity upon seeing the woman, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before. Wang Xiaomei roared, "Where did this slut come from, daring to mock this fairy! She's practically courting death!" With a flick of her slender hand, clad in golden gloves, a palm strike carrying a strange, fragrant aroma shot towards the masked woman.

The masked woman sneered, "You think you can defeat me with the Golden Silkworm Poison in these tattered gloves?" She deftly deflected the attack with a wave of her hand. Her other hand shot out swiftly, her slender fingers striking Wang Xiaomei's pressure point with lightning speed.

Upon hearing "Golden Silkworm Poison," Gesar involuntarily retreated two feet. He hadn't expected Wang Xiaomei's golden gloves to contain such a potent poison. Although he had practiced antidotes, he was still quite wary of this powerful Miao poison.

Wang Xiaomei was greatly alarmed to see that the masked woman was unfazed by the poison. A sharp pain shot through her ribs, as if a pressure point had been struck by a finger technique. She immediately collapsed onto Xue Qianqian, unable to move. Her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she stammered, "You... who exactly are you?..."

The masked woman chuckled coldly, then suddenly reached out her slender hand and removed Wang Xiaomei's golden glove, throwing it to the ground. Wang Xiaomei exclaimed in shock and anger, "You...you're so cruel...I'll haunt you even as a ghost..."

The masked woman sneered, "Even if you become a ghost, in the eyes of our Ghost Tomb Sect, you're just a lowly nobody. What can you do to me? Yang Guo, didn't you want to see her golden hand? Look, isn't it beautiful? Disappointed, aren't you?"

Gesar exclaimed in surprise, "What did you call me? Yang Guo? Who is Yang Guo? You're from the Ghost Tomb Sect, could it be...you're the purple-flowered maid that Aunt Zhu Xiaolin mentioned who killed the messenger?" As he spoke, he fixed his gaze on Wang Xiaomei's hand, which had removed its golden glove. It was a hand as black as ink, shiny and exuding a chilling aura, but the palm was small and the fingers were slender. If you ignored the color, it was still a beautiful hand. Gesar couldn't help but laugh, "Sister Wang, have you ever worked in a coal mine? Your hand looks like it's been through the wringer. Be careful, there are many unscrupulous coal mines now, sometimes you work without getting paid. The country is cracking down on them now..."

Wang Xiaomei snorted coldly and hid the black hand behind her back. Although the masked woman had struck her acupoints under her arm, causing her to lose all her power and lie down, she could still move her limbs with difficulty. The masked woman laughed, "That's right, I am Zihua's maid. My surname is Ling, my name is Ling Qiuxia, and I am a servant of Xiaolongnu, the master of the Ghost Tomb Sect. Yang Guo, you've heard Xiaolongnu's name, aren't you going to wake up?!"

Gesar's mind went blank for a moment, and he muttered, "Ling Qiuxia, the Ghost Tomb Sect, Little Dragon Girl, Yang Guo... Wait, why do I suddenly feel like I'm someone else? Ouch, why does my head hurt so much?"

The maid Ling Qiuxia sneered, "A mere Tibetan witch can bewitch you like this with her evil magic! With your aptitude, it's strange that Little Dragon Girl would favor you. Since you can't wake up, let me wake you up!"

She pointed a finger at Gesar, when suddenly a gentle yet icy voice came from the night outside the window: "Zihua, since he's still lost in his dream, why not let him play a little longer? You play with him, just don't let anyone hurt him."

Gesar was shocked by these words, a strange feeling welling up inside him. He felt that the gentle yet icy voice outside the window was both very familiar and incredibly strange, and his headache worsened. Ling Qiuxia had already withdrawn her slender fingers and respectfully replied, "Yes!" Looking at Gesar, a mocking smile appeared in her eyes, and she sneered, "Whether your name is Gesar, Zhu Fu, or Yang Guo, you can decide for yourself. Since your master has let you play a little longer, I'll play with you a little longer. I hope that after the Ghost Marriage Competition, your semen won't be drained dry by these dreamlike demonesses!" After saying that, she flicked her slender finger, shooting out a gust of wind that released Wang Xiaomei's pressure points, and then her beautiful figure flickered and disappeared into thin air in front of the two of them.

Gesar's headache lessened somewhat. Looking at the stunned Wang Xiaomei, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Sister Wang, are we dreaming?"

Wang Xiaomei pulled out the black hand from behind her back, gritting her teeth, "She even took off my golden gloves! Is this still a dream? I'll fucking piss her..." Suddenly, she stared at Gesar with sharp, piercing eyes and asked, "This demoness from the Ghost Tomb Sect mentioned three names for you. What is your name? What is your background?"

Gesar had always believed himself to be a skilled archer and young hero from the Tibetan grasslands, but now, to participate in the ghost marriage competition, he had already disguised himself as the Qinling heroine Zhu Xiaolin... The servant, named Zhu Fu, smiled bitterly and said, "My name is Zhu Fu, just a servant, nothing special. Sister Wang, you actually believe what that slutty demoness from the Ghost Tomb Sect said? She's just making a scene, trying to ruin our joyful drinking atmosphere, creating trouble, disrupting the mother-recognition ceremony, the ghost marriage competition, and the ethnic unity between the Han and Tibetan peoples. Sister Wang, we're all Party members, we can't fall for the bourgeois reactionaries' divisive schemes..."

Wang Xiaomei waved her black hand and said in a deep voice, "Stop talking nonsense! Fine, I'll assume you're Zhu Fu. Zhu Fu, what about that purple flower demoness's martial arts today?" " Your merit is so great that you've taken away my golden glove, a fact that fills me with utter shame. Zhu Fu, do you know what happens to any man who has seen my black hand?"

Gesar said with a bitter smile, "Isn't it death? Sister Wang, China has been in the WTO for so many years, why is your management style still so old-fashioned? Let's try something innovative! Even if you want me to die, at least let me die in a novel and exciting way!"

Wang Xiaomei sneered, "Oh? Then how do you want me to die in a more novel and exciting way?"

Gesar stared at Wang Xiaomei's waving black hand and sighed with a smile, "Sister Wang," Actually, I understand why you wear the golden glove. It's not just to cast the Golden Silkworm Gu poison, but to conceal this black hand. Sister Wang, I don't want to know how your hand turned black. I just want to say, Sister Wang, your black hand is actually very beautiful, as black as the summer night sky, giving people a deep and distant beauty. Sister Wang, if you must kill me, then kill me with this black hand! Use this black hand to destroy my little penis, make it foam at the mouth and die…”

Wang Xiaomei heard him praise the beauty of her black hand, and although she knew it was a lie, it sounded pleasing to the ear. Her left hand was originally as slender and fair as her right hand, but because she was poisoned by the black Gu poison of Miao territory many years ago, she wore a golden glove to cover up the ugliness. She coated the golden glove with Golden Silkworm Gu poison, which turned it into a powerful weapon against enemies. Wang Xiaomei looked at Gesar and laughed lewdly, "You just want me to give you a handjob, why be so subtle? But this black hand of mine has been poisoned by a Gu poison. Aren't you afraid the toxin will get on your little pecker and turn you into a eunuch?"

Gesar stared at the beautifully shaped black hand and chuckled, "Sister Wang, if I can remove the black Gu poison from your hand, how will you repay me?"

Wang Xiaomei was startled by his words, then smiled faintly, "Although this black Gu poison won't kill me, it makes my left hand feel icy cold all year round. I constantly use my internal energy to control the Gu poison within my left hand to prevent the cold poison from invading other parts of my body. This kind of black Gu poison can only be removed by the person who cast the Gu." "Unfortunately, I acted impulsively and killed the person who cast the curse, so there's absolutely no one in the world who can cure the black curse I'm afflicted with. Zhu Fu, stop bragging."

Gesar shook his head and asked with a smile, "Whether you believe me or not, Sister Wang, all I want to hear now is your answer: if I can cure your black curse within two hours, how will you repay me?"

Wang Xiaomei was even more skeptical, shaking her black hand and looking at Gesar with intoxicated eyes, she laughed and sighed, "Enough nonsense! Little Fu, I can tell you're a lecher, and I'm bored now, so how about I use this black hand to give you a handjob? Fool, come here!"

With that, she flicked her green sleeve, and the kang table was knocked off the bed. Gesar exclaimed in surprise, "My food and wine!" But the kang table landed steadily on the floor under the bed, the food and wine on it only wobbling slightly. Gesar was secretly admiring Wang Xiaomei's skill when she grabbed him, pulled him into her arms, and kissed him twice with a "tsk tsk" sound. Her slender hands then unbuckled Gesar's belt.

Inhaling her delicate fragrance, Gesar chuckled, "Sister Wang, are you really going to give me a handjob? You haven't answered me yet, how will you repay me if I remove your black Gu poison?"

Wang Xiaomei used her dark hands to pull his penis out of his pants, kneading it as she casually replied, "If you can remove my black Gu poison, I'll... I'll let you lick my pussy..."

Hearing this, Gesar smiled bitterly, "Damn. Sister Wang, you're too grateful! If I remove your..." "The black poison spared you from the suffering of the cold poison, and you won't repay me with your body? At least let my little penis have a look inside your vagina! You only let me linger on the outside with my mouth, isn't that a bit stingy?"

Wang Xiaomei rubbed Gesar's penis with her black hands, laughing lewdly, "Silly boy, do you think my vagina is like those shameless sluts, that anyone can just fuck? Letting you lick my vagina is already giving you the greatest happiness and honor! What a pity..." "You're not qualified, because you can't possibly cure the Black Gu poison..."

Gesar felt the warmth and delicacy of Wang Xiaomei's black hand with his penis, which quickly hardened into a large, red, fleshy rod. He chuckled, "Sister Wang, your distrust of me is a distrust of the Party organization... Ouch... Sister Wang, be gentle, you're almost crushing my little penis... Sister Wang, I heard that the reason you were eliminated by the wizard Geuta this time was because..." "Because your pubic hair is too sparse..."

Wang Xiaomei, enraged by his words, increased the pressure of rubbing Gesar's penis, interrupting him, "Go to hell! I originally had a lot of pubic hair, but because it was so much, it was always itchy and uncomfortable, so I shaved it once. It hasn't grown back yet, and then I encountered this selection of erotic dancers. I told that witch Geuta that my pubic hair was originally very thick, but she was too rigid and wouldn't make an exception. And Sister Xue..."

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