My mother is the charming Huang Rong 4

04

“Wang Chongyang sneered, ‘Little poisoner, who else could have stolen it besides you? After the box was closed, I only saw you peering around it. Who else could it be but you?’ Ouyang Feng was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood. Just as he was about to curse, the masked man shouted, ‘No matter where the true scripture is, you must hand it over today! I will count to three. If you don’t hand over the true scripture, then try my Yin Corpse Palm!’ Upon hearing the words ‘Yin Corpse Palm,’ Wang Chongyang was startled and immediately asked, ‘Are you perhaps a member of the Yin Wind Sect?’ The masked man was greatly alarmed. Two extremely cold beams of light shot from his eyes, and he said sharply, ‘Our sect was founded less than half a month ago, and no one in the martial world knows about it. How do you know our sect’s name? Who exactly are you?’ Wang Chongyang smiled slightly, looking at the Yin Wind banner stuck in the rock. After seeing the ghostly skull pattern on the banner, his expression became even more relaxed.”

Before he could answer the masked man's question, the veiled woman in black suddenly asked, "May I ask, Daoist priest, is your secular name Wang Bin?" Wang Chongyang smiled and replied, "Indeed, before I became a Daoist monk, my secular name was Wang Bin. If I'm not mistaken, you two must be disciples of the Corpse Immortal Elder, this masked man is Brother Yin Rugui, and this veiled lady must be Miss Feng Ruihua!" It turned out that more than ten years ago, before Wang Chongyang became a Daoist monk, he had unintentionally encountered a traveling performer in a valley. Back then, Wang Chongyang was studying traditional Chinese medicine... He went to the deep mountains of Hubei to collect herbs, but was caught in a heavy rain. The road out of the mountains was washed away, and he was trapped at the foot of a cliff. At that time, there was thunder and lightning, and floods were everywhere, with mud flying everywhere. Just when Wang Chongyang was feeling desperate, he suddenly saw a corpse wearing a gray robe rushing down from a ditch above, hitting a rock, and falling to Wang Chongyang's side. Wang Chongyang saw that it was just a zombie wrapped in a gray robe and didn't think much of it. Later, when the flood receded, Wang Chongyang was about to find a way to leave when he suddenly noticed a corner of a book sticking out from under the zombie's robe. He was surprised and reached out to pull out the book. He saw that the cover was written... Upon hearing the words "Corpse Immortal Great Art," he was shocked and immediately understood who this zombie was. He knelt down and said, "So, senior is the legendary Corpse Immortal Elder of the martial arts world! How did you end up here by the flood? It must be that you suffered a qi deviation during your practice, and your secluded place was flooded, which is why I had the opportunity to see you." He then dug a deep pit in the ground, gently placed the zombie in it, and looked at the book in his hand, sighing, "The Corpse Immortal Great Art is a secret manual and magic weapon that everyone in the martial arts world dreams of. However, without your permission, even though you have passed away, I cannot glimpse the profound martial arts within. So please..." "Let this book be buried with my predecessor!" he said, throwing the book into the pit. Just as he was about to bury it, the zombie suddenly chuckled and somersaulted out of the pit, laughing, "Young man, your character is honest and kind, without a trace of greed, which pleases this old man greatly. Become my disciple!" Wang Chongyang was startled, taking a few steps back, staring at the zombie and stammering, "Senior, you...you're not dead?" The old corpse immortal chuckled and sighed, "You guessed correctly. I did indeed suffer a qi deviation while practicing my martial arts, and was swept here by a flood from my secluded dwelling, nearly losing my life. But just now, as you were digging..." At that moment, he had already awakened. "If you had dared to covet my unique secret technique, the Corpse Immortal Grand Art, I would have killed you with a single blow. Since you are such an honest and kind person, I, this old man, will take you as my disciple and teach you the profound martial arts of the Corpse Immortal Grand Art." Such a fortuitous encounter would have overjoyed anyone else, but Wang Chongyang was surprisingly honest and stubborn, respectfully saying, "Please forgive me, senior, but I already have a master and cannot study under another sect. I appreciate your kindness!" The Corpse Immortal Old Man was originally eccentric and ruthless in killing. If anyone else had said such words... He had already killed him with a single palm strike, but for some reason, he felt a certain fondness for the honest young man before him and couldn't bring himself to kill him. The Corpse Immortal pondered for a long while before laughing loudly, "Very well, everyone has their own ambitions, and I cannot force you. Judging from your appearance and physique, you belong to a reputable sect. Learning my Yin Corpse Palm and Wind Shattering Fist would indeed be a waste of your talent. You may leave!" Wang Chongyang bowed, turned, and had only taken two steps when the Corpse Immortal suddenly said, "Wait a moment!" Wang Chongyang stopped, wondering if this old monster had changed his mind. But then he heard the Corpse Immortal say, "I have a lifelong ambition: to unify the martial world..." "I've gathered martial arts masters and extraordinary individuals from across the land to undertake a momentous event. Do you know what this momentous event is?" Wang Chongyang said calmly, "I cannot guess what the momentous event is, senior. But whatever it may be, with your martial arts skills, you can carry it out yourself. Why must you unify the martial world? I originally thought you were an extraordinary individual who had seen through the illusions of fame and fortune, but I never imagined you, like those martial arts tyrants, still harbored a heart set on dominating the martial world and harming the common people!" The Corpse Immortal shook his head repeatedly, seemingly unconcerned by Wang Chongyang's sarcasm, and sighed, "Alas, young man, you do not understand." The great undertaking cannot be accomplished by individual martial arts alone. I have been planning this for many years, but preparations are not yet complete. You may leave. I can tell you that thirteen years from now, my two disciples, Yin Rugui and Feng Ruihua, will appear in the martial world and establish the Yin Feng Sect. They will sweep across the martial world, and anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy. However, I can make an exception for you. As long as you tell them your name, my two disciples will not make things difficult for you. 'When Wang Chongyang heard

this, he simply smiled faintly, not caring at all.' Huang Rong's mouth was dry by this point, and everyone listened with great interest. The Mount Hua Sword Tournament was a well-known event in the martial world, and everyone only learned of such a secret from Huang Rong's narration tonight. At this moment, the special wine of the Heroines' Guild, "Jade Skin Fragrance," had been served. Song Yumei poured a cup for Huang Rong and said with a smile, "Sister Huang, why don't you have a cup first? You'll be more excited when you're in the mood for the story!"

Huang Rong was about to say a few polite words when suddenly they heard the sound of tables and chairs being moved. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and was surprised to see that Yang Guo had left the table at some point and was carrying a square table that had originally been used to hold flowerpots in the corner to the center of the flower hall. He then took down a decorative folding fan with an inscribed poem hanging on the wall and placed it on the table along with Huang Rong's teacup, busily and happily doing his work. Huang Rong stared in disbelief and asked, "My Guo'er, what are you doing?"

Yang Guo stood in front of the square table, gestured for Huang Rong to enter, and smiled, "Mother, I've suddenly realized something. You'll never have to worry about anything in your life. Even if you lose your job one day, you won't go hungry."

Huang Rong was taken aback, "Why?"

Yang Guo laughed, "Because you're such a good storyteller! If you ever lose your job, you can go to a teahouse and tell stories, earning tens or hundreds of yuan a day."

Hearing this, Huang Rong picked up a grape from her plate and threw it at Yang Guo, scolding, "You brat, how dare you tease me! I have a..." " If I really lose my job, the money I earn will only support Fu'er, not you!"

Yang Guo flipped over in mid-air, caught the grape in his mouth, bit down, and found it both sour and sweet. He couldn't help but greedily gaze at his mother's chest and laughed, "Mother, why waste Chairman Song's grapes? Why not just throw your own grapes at me?"

Huang Rong, both ashamed and angry, rushed over to hit Yang Guo, but he suddenly changed to a serious expression and said, "Mother, it's storytelling time now. Everyone has bought tickets and paid. Please come to this table quickly and continue your wonderful storytelling for everyone!"

With that, he jumped away. Huang Rong saw the square table, folding fan, and teacup, and thought to herself, "This child's idea is quite unique. What's wrong with me telling a story?" He put his hands behind his back, struck a pose like a storyteller, and swaggered over to the square table. He first picked up the teacup and took a sip, then picked up the folding fan, unfolded it, fanned himself twice, and then snapped the fan shut with a "snap" in his palm. His almond-shaped eyes swept over the crowd who couldn't help but laugh, and he continued to tell the story of the strange events that had taken place on the summit of Mount Hua fifty years ago.

"As mentioned earlier, Wang Chongyang initially disregarded the Corpse Immortal's words, bowed again, and was about to leave when the Corpse Immortal said, 'Young man, remember this: thirteen years from now, when the Ghost Mist Skull Flag appears in the martial world, that will be the beginning of my grand scheme. When you encounter my two disciples, be careful. You must reveal your name and the origin of your relationship with me, otherwise, my two disciples possess unparalleled martial arts skills and will kill without hesitation; you will be no match for them.' At that time, Wang Chongyang felt somewhat unconvinced, thinking that even if the Corpse Immortal's martial arts were invincible, his two disciples might not have any real skills. Besides, he wouldn't stand still in these thirteen years; his martial arts would surely improve, and he might not be no match for the Corpse Immortal's two disciples then. He couldn't reveal his thoughts at the moment, but simply bowed to the Corpse Immortal one last time and quickly left."

"Returning to the scene of the first Mount Hua Sword Tournament, the masked man Yin Rugui and the veiled woman Feng Ruihua softened their tone upon hearing Wang Chongyang recount the past. Yin Rugui said, 'Since it is Brother Wang Bin, as my master instructed, we will not make things difficult for you. However, please hand over the Nine Yin Manual so we can take it back to report.' Wang Chongyang said, 'The Corpse Immortal's martial arts are feared throughout the entire martial world. He is undoubtedly second to none. This Nine Yin Manual is merely something for lowly figures like us to learn. I presume the Corpse Immortal...'" "The senior doesn't take it seriously. I think Brother Yin doesn't need to bother with this." Yin Rugui said with a faint smile, "Brother Wang, you still refuse to hand over this Nine Yin Manual. You just said the manual is lost, and that it was stolen by that fellow with snakes wrapped around his wrist. I won't make things difficult for you; I'll ask that fellow for it." As he spoke, he flew to Ouyang Feng, who was sitting cross-legged healing his injuries, and with a flick of his finger, he shot out several wisps of wind, striking several acupoints on Ouyang Feng's body. Ouyang Feng's face immediately changed drastically, and he rolled on the ground, screaming like a pig being slaughtered, with beads of sweat streaming down his forehead.

Yin Rugui looked at Ouyang Feng and said with a faint smile, "Young brother, few in the martial world can withstand my Yin Corpse Acupoint Sealing Technique. Even if I release your acupoints later, your meridians will be damaged, and it will take at least a year and a half to recover. The longer the acupoints are sealed, the more severe the damage to your meridians will be. If you want to preserve your excellent martial arts skills, you'd better hand over the true scripture quickly." Ouyang Feng looked at Wang Chongyang, his eyes filled with resentment and venom, and said in a trembling voice, "I... I didn't steal the true scripture... Wang Chongyang, why did you frame me..." Seeing this, Wang Chongyang couldn't help but sigh. In fact, the reason he said Ouyang Feng had stolen the true scripture was just a temporary measure to protect this martial arts wonder from being taken away by these two devils. Now, seeing Ouyang Feng suffering, he couldn't bear it and sighed, "Brother Yin, spare him. Actually, I..." "I was just kidding. The true scripture wasn't stolen by him, I stole it myself..." Everyone was shocked to hear this. Yin Rugui said, "You stole it? Brother Wang, since you won this Mount Hua Sword Tournament, the true scripture belongs to you. Why would you steal it? Could it be that before the tournament, you weren't confident of victory, so..." Wang Chongyang sighed, "Who dares to say they're certain of victory in the competition for the title of the world's number one martial artist? Actually, I secretly stole the true scripture before the tournament and entrusted a trusted confidant to take it down Mount Hua!" Several of the top martial artists participating in the tournament were furious upon hearing this. Hong Qigong struggled to his feet and pointed at Wang Chongyang's nose, cursing, "Wang Chongyang, you son of a bitch! Everyone worked so hard here to compete, and you brat actually stole the true scripture beforehand! I, the Little Beggar, really misjudged you! I thought you were a hero revered by all the heroes of the world, but who knew you were just a rooster crowed at the crack of dawn!" "You despicable thief! I'll fuck your mother's ass!" Wang Chongyang smiled bitterly and remained silent. Yin Rugui sighed and released Ouyang Feng's pressure points, then said to Wang Chongyang, "Brother Wang, since you stole the true scripture, things are easier now. You take us to retrieve the true scripture so we can give our master an explanation. Don't worry, our master will never keep the true scripture for himself. The reason he wanted to see the true scripture was simply to find a secret map within it..." Yin Rugui was interrupted by his junior sister Feng Ruihua, "Brother, this concerns the secrets of our Yin Feng Sect's grand scheme; you mustn't reveal them!" Yin Rugui then realized his mistake, quickly stopping his words, his gaze sweeping across the faces of everyone present, his eyes flashing with venom. Wang Chongyang saw that he intended to kill everyone present to silence them, and quickly advised, "Brother Yin, we are only interested in martial arts, not in anything else..." "I have no interest in knowing anything about the secrets. Since you want the true scriptures, I will take you back to Zhongnan Mountain to retrieve them. I only ask that you spare these friends present." Yin Rugui nodded upon hearing this, saying, "Very well, as long as Brother Wang is willing to hand over the true scriptures, I will spare you from killing today. In fact, I can kill them any day, why must it be today? Brother Wang, let's get going!" Thus, accompanied by two masters from the Yin Feng Sect, Wang Chongyang descended Mount Hua and returned to Zhongnan Mountain to retrieve the Nine Yin Manual.

Huang Rong, slightly out of breath, picked up her teacup and took a sip of tea. Just as she was about to continue, her expression suddenly changed, her pretty face slightly flushed, and she said, "Dear viewers, I'm sorry, I need to use the restroom. Please wait for the next installment!"

Song Yumei smiled and said, "Sister Huang, it's good for you to rest for a while. Do you need to go to the restroom? I'll go with you!"

With that, the two of them helped each other out of the flower hall. Watching his mother and Song Yumei's graceful and alluring backs, Yang Guo's manhood throbbed, and he cried out, "Mother, Chairman Song, be careful! Someone might be spying on you! With the internet so developed these days, if someone posts your private photos online, you'll be more famous than Sister Furong!"

Huang Rong and Song Yumei both spat at Yang Guo and left the flower hall for the outhouse. The two sisters untied their skirts and squatted down side by side, chatting as they urinated. Song Yumei asked curiously, "Sister Huang, I've only heard that the Nine Yin Manual is a peerless martial arts manual, but I never imagined it contained a secret diagram. Does this diagram point to an even more profound manual, or to a vast treasure?"

Huang Rong tapped Song Yumei's forehead with her finger and chuckled, "Little sister, I think you've watched too many martial arts novels and American blockbusters. All you know are manuals and treasures! As for what this secret diagram in the Nine Yin Manual is all about, I'll tell you about it later. Just wait a little longer, little sister!"

After relieving themselves, the two sisters suddenly realized they'd forgotten to bring toilet paper, and felt embarrassed. Huang Rong looked down at the urine splattered on her inner thigh and said with a wry smile, "We were so engrossed in telling the story that we forgot ourselves! We didn't even bring toilet paper! What are we going to do now?"

Song Yumei sighed, "It seems we can only be saved when a girl comes to the toilet!"

Huang Rong sighed, "When will that be! I'll just use telepathy to have Guo'er bring us toilet paper!"

Song Yumei said shyly, "Sister Huang, how can that be? Yang Guo is a boy, how can he bring us toilet paper? That's too embarrassing!"

Huang Rong laughed, "What's wrong with that? He's still a child, and he's my son. You're his aunt in terms of seniority, so it's no big deal for him to bring us toilet paper. We can't just squat here naked in the wind."

Then she closed her beautiful eyes, began to circulate her inner energy, and started chanting incantations.

Yang Guo, bored while waiting in the flower hall, stood before the mural, gazing regretfully at the flagpole piercing the breast of the woman in the painting. Suddenly, he faintly heard Huang Rong's voice: "Guo'er, your Aunt Song and I went to the toilet and forgot to bring toilet paper. Quickly, secretly bring us some!"

Yang Guo was startled and looked around, but his mother was nowhere to be seen. He realized she was speaking to him using telepathy, and secretly chuckled to himself, "Now I'm in for a treat..." Meanwhile

, Huang Rong... Just as Huang Rong sent out the secret telepathic message, Song Yumei suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "Sister Huang, that's strange! Why didn't you send a secret telepathic message to your daughter Guo Fu and have the little girl bring the toilet paper? Why did you have Yang Guo bring it? How embarrassing!"

Huang Rong was taken aback, then laughed in surprise, "Yes, how could I not have thought of Fu'er? I actually had that brat Yang Guo bring it! It seems my brain has really gone foggy from telling stories! But it doesn't matter, Guo'er will just laugh at us, nothing else."

The two sisters were just... As he spoke, Yang Guo darted into the outhouse like a little devil, chuckling, "Mother, Chairman Song, don't be afraid, I, Yang Xiaoxia, have come to rescue you from the outhouse!"

Song Yumei immediately blushed, clamped her legs together, and stammered, "You... how could you just come in like that? Quickly... get out..."

Huang Rong also laughed and scolded, "You naughty boy, you've got a good opportunity! Have some manners, pay attention to the rules of civility! Give me the toilet paper and get out of here! " "!"

Yang Guo handed the toilet paper to his mother and Song Yumei, laughing, "Don't get so worked up! I'll be out right now! Mother, Chairman Song, your composure is truly lacking. What are those two sayings? As a man, one should remain calm even if Mount Tai collapses before you; as a woman, one should remain calm even if a man barges into the toilet. You're so nervous around an honest young man like me; how will you ever survive in the martial world?"

Huang Rong and Song Yumei trembled with anger, yet they were powerless to do anything about the young man. Huang Rong cursed, "If you don't get out of here, your Aunt Song and I will force you into the latrine and force-feed you shit! You believe me?!"

Yang Guo then stuck out his tongue and left the outhouse. But before leaving, he quickly bent over, peeked at his mother and Song Yumei's private parts, and then ran away laughing.

Huang Rong and Song Yumei returned to the flower hall, fuming, only to find Yang Guo refilling the teacups on the square table and wiping the surface with his sleeve. He smiled and said, "Mother, the audience has had their ears cleaned and is waiting for you to continue your storytelling! Please come in, Mother!"

Huang Rong had initially wanted to give her mischievous son a good beating, but seeing Yang Guo's serious expression, she couldn't help but chuckle. She glared at him and snorted, "Guo'er, I'll settle the score with you later!" She

then returned to the square table, took a sip of tea, tapped her folding fan twice on the table, and said solemnly, "Dear listeners, we've now moved beyond the public chapters and entered the VIP chapters. I hope all of you who enjoy listening to my storytelling will subscribe and support me. I will not disappoint you!"

Yang Guo led the applause. Huang Rong's pretty face flushed slightly. She bowed to the surrounding crowd and continued her storytelling amidst the applause.

"Dear listeners, as we just discussed, Wang Chongyang admitted to stealing the Nine Yin Manual. He then led Yin Rugui and Feng Ruihua down the mountain to retrieve it, leaving several masters from the Mount Hua Sword Tournament behind to hurl insults. First was Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison. Due to Wang Chongyang's framing, Yin Rugui had sealed his acupoints. Although the seal had been lifted, his meridians were severely damaged, preventing him from using more than 80% of his Toad Skill for at least half a month. He hated Wang Chongyang to the core, cursing: 'Wang Chongyang, you stinking Taoist priest, I'll fuck your ancestors' ass! I'll sell your mother to Russia and Italy, let a bunch of Western men fuck her genitals into a pulp! Then I'll cut off her head, preserve it with chemicals, put makeup on her face, and sell her to 'human head love' clubs abroad, where those men will spray their penises into her mouth, covering her face with men's semen!...' Hong Qi..." Ouyang Feng sighed, "You little poisoner, have you ever seen Wang Chongyang's mother? Even if you have, she's just an old woman! You even sold her to Russia and Italy! Who would want her? Those Western men aren't psychopaths who like old women! I suggest we vent our anger on Wang Chongyang's girlfriend, Lin Chaoying! Tsk tsk tsk, that girl is really pretty! Let's capture her, cripple her martial arts, and make her take turns blowing on our flutes to expel our toxins! Then we'll deal with her two holes down there! You old poisoner, don't you have an anal fetish? You can have Lin Chaoying's back hole! I'll focus on her front hole. I'll make her regret ever being born!" Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong, one after the other, thoroughly hurled insults at Wang Chongyang's ancestors and his confidante, Lin Chaoying.

"Although Emperor Duan and my father Huang Yaoshi were also furious that Wang Chongyang had stolen the scriptures before the sword competition, they were both well-read and composed men, unlike Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong who were so rude and prone to insults. Emperor Duan stepped forward and picked up the empty wooden box, sighing, 'Island Master Huang, we never imagined that this first Mount Hua Sword Competition would show us such profound and mysterious martial arts. We originally thought that Master Wang's martial arts were invincible, but in front of those two masters of the Yin Wind Sect, Master Wang was like a mouse encountering a big cat—they were not even in the same league! If Master Wang was like this, what about you and me?'" Needless to say, the others were even less important! What I'm worried about now isn't Master Wang's safety, but rather the possibility that the Nine Yin Manual might fall into the hands of the Yin Wind Sect, bringing unimaginable calamity to the martial arts world! Huang Yaoshi had been deep in thought, seemingly not paying close attention to Emperor Duan's words. Suddenly, Huang Yaoshi's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice, "Emperor Duan, please let me see the wooden box!" Emperor Duan asked, puzzled, "What? Does Island Master Huang think there's something more to this empty wooden box?" Huang Yaoshi remained silent, took the empty wooden box from Emperor Duan, and turned it over and over in his hands a few times. Then... With a 'click' sound, as if some mechanism had been triggered, a book fell from the box and crashed to the ground!

Huang Rong paused deliberately, tapped her folding fan a few times at the audience, feigning an inscrutable expression, and spoke in a mysterious tone: 'Guess what that book that fell to the ground was? It was the Nine Yin Manual! It turns out that the wooden box containing the manual was made by a friend of Master Wang Chongyang. That friend was a master of mechanical engineering, with exceptional skills. The box had a hidden compartment; Master Wang, to prevent the manual from being stolen by the Yin Wind Sect experts, had...' Before handing it to Yin Rugui, he activated the mechanism inside the box by rubbing it with his fingers, flipping the scriptures that were originally on the upper layer to the lower layer, thus deceiving Yin Rugui. (

Volume 2, Chapter 001

) "Before Master Wang followed Yin Rugui and Feng Ruihua down the mountain, he secretly gave my father, Huang Yaoshi, a wink. My father initially didn't understand, but when Emperor Duan picked up the wooden box, Huang Yaoshi guessed that there was something strange about it. This old Eastern Heretic was proficient in all sorts of skills; activating the mechanism in a mere wooden box was a piece of cake for him. With a few quick movements, he activated the mechanism and poured out the scriptures hidden in the hidden compartment!"

"Upon this, the masters participating in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament exchanged bewildered glances, realizing they had wronged Master Wang. It made sense; Master Wang was always upright and of noble character—how could he commit such a despicable act as stealing scriptures? Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong, who had just viciously cursed Master Wang, gaped, filled with shame. Hong Qigong raised his hand and slapped himself several times, cursing: 'Damn my ancestors! Master Wang is so upright and honorable, how could we doubt him! We were so disrespectful to Lady Lin Chaoying, we deserve to die! You little devil, don't you think those two holes of Lady Lin's are not for us roughnecks to play in? They are celestial caves and secluded valleys, you and I...'" "Without cultivating for hundreds of lifetimes, how could I possibly have the chance to get close to her? Next time I see Lady Lin, I must kowtow to her dozens of times and beg her forgiveness for my lustful thoughts about her!" Upon hearing this, Ouyang Feng couldn't help but think: "It's just two horny holes and a few black hairs, is it really that sacred? A celestial cave and secluded valley, my foot! Don't exaggerate! Why are you being so hypocritical, you little beggar? If you really had the chance to mess with Lin Chaoying's two holes, you'd be running faster than anyone else!" Emperor Duan sighed: "Both of you, stop talking nonsense. The current priority is to find a way to protect this true scripture, and also to discuss how to rescue Master Wang from those two Yin Feng Sect masters." Ouyang Feng said: "This Nine Yin Manual has stirred up a bloody storm in the Central Plains martial arts world. As long as the manual remains in the Central Plains, the Central Plains will..." "There's not a single day of peace. I think it would be better to entrust the true scriptures to me for safekeeping for now, so I can take them back to the Western Regions and treasure them in a secret chamber. After the turmoil in the Central Plains has subsided, I'll return them intact." Hong Qigong sneered, "Bah! You little poisonous creature, with your meager wits, you dare to play tricks on us leaders! If we hand over the true scriptures to you, it's like giving a fat hen to a weasel—and you call that returning them intact? By the time you return them, they'll be used as toilet paper!" Ouyang Feng was about to retort when Emperor Duan sighed, "You people, Master Wang sacrificed himself to go with those two demons to protect the true scriptures and our lives, yet you have the nerve to covet them here! In my opinion, for fairness, we should follow the Huashan..." "According to the rules of the sword competition, we'll have another duel. Whoever wins will be entitled to keep the true scripture for five years. What do you all think?" Ouyang Feng sneered, "Lord Duan, you truly are a cultured man, able to conceal your greed with grand words. In this Mount Hua Sword Competition, only you can withstand more than ten moves of Wang Chongyang's Seven Star Sword Technique. Who among us is your match? However, for the true scripture, I, Ouyang Feng, am willing to risk my life to fight you again!" After discussing it, everyone felt that only Lord Duan's method was feasible, because allowing someone to keep the true scripture for no reason would cause resentment among the others. Therefore, they decided on this method.

Huang Rong paused here. Yang Guo laughed, "Mother, what's wrong? Are you going to relieve yourself again? Don't forget to bring toilet paper this time!"

Hearing this, Huang Rong almost threw her teacup at Yang Guo, scolding, "You little rascal! If I had known you were so unruly, I would have refused Sister Mu's request back then, letting your little fertilized egg die in your mother's womb, and then you'd have the chance to cause trouble here!"

Song Yumei also glared at Yang Guo, scolding, "Yang Guo, how can you not understand respecting the elderly and caring for the young? How did you learn the 'Outline for the Implementation of Civic Morality'?"

Yang Guo stuck out his tongue, not daring to talk nonsense anymore. Guo Fu asked, "Mother, I didn't expect that one Mount Hua Sword Tournament would result in two rounds of martial arts competition! In the end, who won the right to keep the true scriptures?"

Huang Rong blinked and said in a playful tone, "Guess! It's time for a prize quiz. The person who guesses correctly will win a ticket to the tourist paradise, Peach Blossom Island!"

Yang Guo thought to himself, "Even if you offered me a free trip to Peach Blossom Island and gave me several beautiful women to accompany me, I wouldn't want to go to that godforsaken place. And you have the nerve to use that as a prize for a quiz!" Just then, Guo Fu raised her hand and shouted, "I guess it's Emperor Duan!"

Huang Rong couldn't help but get annoyed and said, "You traitorous girl! Why don't you guess your grandfather? Is it certain that your grandfather can't beat that Emperor Duan?"

Guo Fu stuck out her tongue and dared not say another word. Huang Rong turned her gaze to Song Yumei and smiled, "Sister Song, guess who it is?"

Before Song Yumei could speak, Yang Guo yawned repeatedly and said, "It must be Huang Yaoshi, because this true scripture is currently hidden in the stone tomb of Grandma Huang, Aheng, on Peach Blossom Island. Mother, I'm not trying to discourage you, but your story already has a conclusion, so what's the point? Stories are about suspense and not knowing the ending. Don't you even have this basic literary knowledge?"

This time, Huang Rong really picked up her teacup and threw it at Yang Guo. Yang Guo laughed heartily, flipped through the air, caught the teacup, opened the lid, took a sip, and exclaimed, "Ah, Mother, the tea you drank is so fragrant! Because it has Mother's saliva in it..."

Huang Rong ignored Yang Guo, slapped her folding fan into her palm, and gazed at the vast night outside the flower hall. A sense of desolation seemed to appear in her eyes as she sighed, "Indeed, although it was indeed my father who obtained the Nine Yin Manual in the end, it was not his original intention, nor was it because he played any tricks or schemes. It was simply fate. The process was incredibly tortuous and bizarre, truly one wave after another..."

Yang Guo looked at his mother and Song Yumei's chests rising and falling with their breath, thinking, "This is what they call 'one wave after another'!" Huang Rong continued, "To decide who would keep the Nine Yin Manual, these top-tier martial arts masters fought again. Ouyang Feng, with his wicked heart, violated the rules by using poison to obtain the manual, even chanting incantations to attract the venomous snakes and beasts of Mount Hua. Emperor Duan, Hong Qigong, and my father, Huang Yaoshi, were all unwisely poisoned. Fortunately, they were all masters with profound internal strength, and after working together to expel the venomous snakes and beasts, they injured Ouyang Feng. All three of them had to heal themselves because the poison had entered their meridians. For a time, the four masters who had fought, including Ouyang Feng, sat cross-legged atop Mount Hua. While healing himself, Hong Qigong couldn't help but curse: 'You little poisonous creature, you really are...'" "A wolf in sheep's clothing! To obtain this true scripture, you actually lured all these poisonous creatures from the mountain here! Do you think we're so easy to kill? Let me tell you, not only will I not die this time, I'll tear you to pieces! Oh, no, tearing you to pieces is too easy for you, it doesn't show off my little beggar master's creativity! I'll cripple your martial arts, cut off your hands and feet, and soak you in my chamber pot..." Emperor Duan sighed, "I say, Chief Hong, just how big is your chamber pot that it can hold a person? I advise you to heal your wounds and expel the poison first. If this little poisonous creature recovers its strength before us, it won't be him in your chamber pot, but you in his urinal!" Before Emperor Duan finished speaking, Ouyang Feng... He jumped up, laughing loudly, "I'll ridicule you Central Plains idiots, especially you, you beggar idiot! You dare to mock me! When I was seducing my sister-in-law in the Western Regions, you were still wearing open-crotch pants in the Central Plains! Obtaining the Nine Yin Manual is my lifelong wish. Today you all must die, so you won't bother me again and try to steal the manual!" It turned out that Ouyang Feng had suffered the least injury during the duel and recovered the fastest. He raised his palm and struck down at Hong Qigong's crown. Hong Qigong cried out, "Wait!"... Ouyang Feng's hand froze in mid-air, stunned. "Does this beggar have some heroic last words to say?" Hong Qigong said with a mournful face, "Since I've fallen to you..." What can I say to this little poisoner? It's just death, but please, for the sake of how many times I let you win at mahjong that night, and how much silver you won, could you take the gourd from my waist so I can have one last drink before I go to see Marx? Ouyang Feng laughed loudly, "I didn't expect you, this little beggar, to still be thinking about drinking even on your deathbed! Your fatty liver will have a few more holes before you die! Fine, I'll grant your wish for the sake of Marx and Engels, and fully embody the spirit of international humanitarianism!" Saying this, he took the gourd from Hong Qigong's waist, and was about to uncork it when he suddenly heard a heavy sigh from behind.

Ouyang Feng was startled by the sound and turned to look. He saw an old man in black robes with white hair and beard standing on the stone platform where the true scripture was placed. The old man held the scripture in his hand, and sighed as he read it: "I have devoted my whole life to writing this scripture. Originally, I wanted to promote martial arts, but who knew that it would fall into the hands of the martial world and cause such fighting and killing. It seems that I have thought too highly of people. Xunzi was right. Human nature is inherently evil, and even sages cannot teach it..." Seeing the old man holding the scripture, Ouyang Feng was furious. He dropped Hong Qigong's wine gourd and flew up to snatch it, cursing: "You old scoundrel! You motherfucker! I'm fighting for my life here, and you want to take advantage of me! Give me the scripture!" Duan Huangye was kind-hearted and had already recognized the old man. He couldn't help but call out: "Brother Ouyang, you mustn't be rude!" But it was too late. Ouyang Feng's hand had already reached for the old man.

"The old man smiled coldly and flicked his sleeve. Ouyang Feng felt a powerful force rushing towards him. He immediately knew something was wrong. He tried to use his Toad Stance, but it was too late. He was thrown off the stone platform by the force and tumbled several times in the air before falling to the ground next to Hong Qigong. He spat out a mouthful of blood."

Hong Qigong laughed, "Little Poison, we're really destined to be classmates again!" Ouyang Feng patted his chest, looking at the old man on the stone platform, thinking, "What the hell has happened to me today? Two experts from the Yin Wind Sect came first, and now I'm finally about to get my hands on the true scripture, and then this old codger shows up! Am I really destined to never have the true scripture in this life? Is the value of my life only limited to having an affair with my sister-in-law?" Just then, Duan Huangye said respectfully, "If I'm not mistaken, this senior must be the author of the Nine Yin Manual, the copyright holder of the true scripture, Senior Huang Shang! I didn't expect Senior Huang to still be alive and in good health. It's truly a cause for celebration!" The black-robed old man sighed, put the true scripture into his robes, and sighed, "My health is still..." "Health? All my teeth are gone, my testicles are failing, I can't eat well, I can't enjoy sex, what's there to celebrate? You people, I don't trust anyone except Xiao Huang." The crowd was taken aback, not understanding who Xiao Huang was, but then they saw his gaze fall on Huang Yaoshi, who exclaimed in admiration: "Back then, because I needed to go into seclusion to practice my martial arts, to avoid disturbance, I spread the news of my death throughout the martial world and built a tomb. Everyone in the martial world thought I was dead. Those villains, for the sake of my Nine Yin Manual, first targeted my family and disciples, hunting them down, interrogating them, and killing them, but still couldn't find the manual, so they began to spy around my tomb, and finally even tried to dig it up to find the manual. Actually, my secret practice chamber is inside the tomb, which is safe from those martial arts villains." I could see their wolfish ambitions clearly every day, but I was at a crucial stage in my training and couldn't go out to kill those beasts. Luckily, there was a handsome young man who played the flute beautifully and frequented my grave every day. At first, I thought he also coveted my scriptures, but later I learned he was a fan of me, the old man Huang Shang, and his daily visits to my grave were solely to kill those martial arts scoundrels who dared to desecrate my tomb and dig up my remains. I remember clearly that in those three months, he killed 283 people for me, all of them masters of both the righteous and unrighteous paths who wanted my scriptures. I discovered that the young man was highly skilled in martial arts; although his methods seemed unorthodox, he still retained righteousness—the kind of cool guy. Later, the area around my grave was almost completely wiped out by his killings. Only after he arrived did he kowtow twice before my grave and reluctantly leave. If I hadn't been practicing my martial arts, I would have rushed out and given this young man a passionate kiss. Later, after I left the grave, I inquired and learned that this righteous young man shared my surname, Huang Yaoshi, and was from Peach Blossom Island in the East Sea. He was unmarried and had no girlfriend, so he planned to introduce one of my distant nieces to her. Unfortunately, he was too busy at the time and couldn't find the time, so he only came today. "Aheng, you can come out now!" Everyone was speechless at Huang Shang's words. Huang Shang waved his hand, and a stunningly beautiful woman in green slowly emerged from the bushes, her face flushed with shyness. She was my father's later wife, my mother, Aheng…

Everyone in the flower hall was speechless at Huang Rong's story. Guo Fu couldn't help but swear, "Damn it, so Grandma was introduced to Grandpa by Senior Huang Shang! Grandpa even told me that Grandma was his own choice, a love marriage, but it was all just bragging!"

Huang Rong laughed, "With your grandpa's lousy temper, even though he's handsome, his brain short-circuits in a few seconds. How could he possibly find a girlfriend? If it weren't for Senior Huang Shang appreciating his merit in protecting the tomb and introducing him to her distant niece, your grandpa would still be a bachelor!"

Guo Fu couldn't help but say, "If Grandpa were still a bachelor, there would be no Mother, no me, and no Brother Yang..."

Huang Rong laughed, "Of course. If your grandpa couldn't find a wife and started firing bullets, there would be no me, and no you!"

Yang Guo was a little unconvinced and sighed, "Mother, don't call Grandpa Huang an idiot! Maybe some girls like Grandpa Huang's cool attitude." "I think Grandma Aheng must have fallen for Grandpa Huang because of his cool demeanor!"

Huang Rong glared at Yang Guo. Yang Guo knew his mother's gaze was an insult, "What do you know, you little brat?" Just as he was about to glare back, Song Yumei asked, "Sister Huang, according to you, the reason Grandpa Huang obtained the Nine Yin Manual was because it was a gift from Senior Huang Shang?"

Huang Rong waved her hand, slammed her folding fan on the table, and said seriously, "Dear listeners, let's go back to the scene of the Mount Hua Sword Tournament. At the critical moment when Ouyang Feng was about to poison everyone, Senior Huang Shang suddenly appeared, not only sending Ouyang Feng flying with a flick of his sleeve, but also praising Huang Yaoshi highly, leading to a past event. Huang Yaoshi, seeing that his idol was still alive, was overjoyed beyond words. He immediately forgot about continuing to heal his injuries and began rummaging through his robes."

Hong Qigong couldn't help but ask, "Huang Xiaoxie, there's no mahjong here, why are you trying to win by yourself?" Huang Yaoshi replied, "I'm looking for paper and pen, I'd like to ask Senior Huang Shang to sign my name." Huang Shang laughed heartily, "After my niece marries you, we'll all be family, why bother with a signature? Huang Yaoshi, although the Nine Yin Manual contains boundless martial arts, it is difficult and profound. Studying it requires a gradual approach, not haste or rashness, otherwise one will suffer a qi deviation and endanger their life. Precisely because practicing this manual is dangerous, I dared not let it circulate in the martial world back then. But I never imagined that after I broke out of the tomb, the manual would still be stolen by a strange man. I searched for it for many years without success, and only today have I found it on the summit of Mount Hua." Huang Shang sighed with emotion as he said this.

Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but ask, "We're also wondering how this true scripture came to be in the martial world and caused such a commotion. With your martial arts skills, Senior Huang, who could have stolen it back then?" A hint of confusion flashed across Huang Shang's eyes, and he sighed, "I still haven't found out who stole it. I only remember that night, I was taking a nap in my study, with the Nine Yin Manual on the table in front of me. Suddenly, I smelled a fragrant breeze. When I opened my eyes, I saw a woman in white, veiled in a light gauze, standing in front of the table, reaching for the scripture. I was shocked. I thought to myself, with my martial arts skills and keen senses, it's unbelievable that someone could get so close before I noticed. I immediately cursed, 'Where did this little girl come from? So young and already learning to steal! What will she be like when she grows up?' As I cursed, I tried to take the scripture back from the table, but the veiled woman was faster than me. She snatched the scripture with lightning speed, stuffed it into her bosom, and flew out of the study. I hurriedly..." I gave chase, only to find the masked woman's lightness skill incredibly swift and strange; she vanished into the night in the blink of an eye, like a ghost. I was utterly shocked, thinking my lifelong reputation was ruined. I couldn't even catch a little girl, and she'd stolen my true scriptures; I could no longer live in the martial world. Originally, after breaking free from the tomb, I planned to announce to the martial world that I was still alive, but because the scriptures had been stolen, and the investigation had yielded no results after several years, I decided to continue living in anonymity until the end of my days. Until... A few days ago, I heard that you young lads were going to have a sword competition at Mount Hua, with the stake being my very own Nine Yin Manual. I also heard that young Master Huang Yaoshi was here, so I brought Aheng along. Aheng, why didn't you greet your brother Huang? Perhaps you think he's not handsome enough? 'Then the girl in green, Aheng, bowed to everyone. Judging from her manners, she was very well-mannered, surely from a scholarly family. My father, Huang Yaoshi, also fell in love with Aheng at first sight; his eyes were glued to her and he couldn't take them off.'"

"Emperor Duan, recalling the words inadvertently revealed by Yin Rugui, a master of the Yin Wind Sect, couldn't help but ask: 'Since the Nine Yin Manual was stolen back then, why has it recently resurfaced in the martial world? Also, we just heard people from the Yin Wind Sect say that this manual seems to contain a secret map. Does Senior Huang know anything about this?' Huang Shang frowned upon hearing this and said: 'A secret map? What secret map could there be in my manual besides martial arts? What kind of sect is the Yin Wind Sect? I've never heard of it before.' Emperor Duan then recounted the story of the two Yin Wind Sect masters who had appeared after the Mount Hua Sword Tournament not long ago." Huang Rong then recounted the entire incident, along with the story of Wang Chongyang's past connection with the Corpse Immortal, to Huang Shang in detail. Huang Shang said, "I've heard of this Corpse Immortal. He's an unparalleled genius, both righteous and wicked. The fact that a secret diagram appeared in my Nine Yin Manual is truly perplexing. Do any of you know where the Corpse Immortal lives?" Everyone looked at each other, thinking that the Corpse Immortal was a peerless figure, half-immortal and half-demon; who could easily know his residence? Naturally, they couldn't answer that question.

As Huang Rong finished speaking, dawn was breaking outside the flower hall. Song Yumei stepped forward to pour Huang Rong a cup of tea and said, "Sister Huang, listening to your wonderful storytelling has unknowingly lasted all night. I see everyone is a bit tired, how about we rest for two hours before continuing?"

Huang Rong looked at Yang Guo's yawning mouth and couldn't help but sigh with a smile, "Guo'er is the least attentive student here. Very well, let's do as Sister Song says, rest for two hours, and then we'll gather here again."

So Song Yumei called over a few subordinates and led Huang Rong and her two children to the assigned room to rest. Huang Rong asked Song Yumei to accompany her to the toilet one last time. Before leaving, Huang Rong tapped Yang Guo's forehead with her slender finger and said with a playful laugh, "Guo'er, if you try to peep again, I'll castrate you!"

Yang Guo thought to himself, "Last night, it wasn't me who wanted to peep; it was you who forgot to bring toilet paper and deliberately made me bring it." He groaned and said lazily, "Mother, don't be so cruel. If I'm castrated, how will you hold your grandson? Besides, I already saw it last night, and it's no different from what I imagined—just a fleshy slit with some black hair, except Mother's hair is a bit more than Song's."

Huang Rong and Song Yumei blushed with embarrassment. Huang Rong raised her hand to hit Yang Guo, but he giggled and ran away, running into the room the Women's Guild had arranged for him and throwing himself onto the bed.

The female swordswoman who escorted Yang Guo into the house asked, "Young Master Yang, is there anything else you need?"

Yang Guo, staring at the swordswoman's pretty face and slender figure, couldn't help but laugh, "What can you offer here? Thai? Korean? Or Japanese? Oh, no Japanese. Recently, because of the Diaoyu Islands incident, anti-Japanese sentiment is running high. As a patriot, even if a Japanese girl were to sing and play instruments for me for free, I couldn't accept it. I'd rather have a Thai style, choose a fresh and tender young lady for me..."

The swordswoman, upon hearing this, coldly replied, "Excuse me, Young Master Yang, this is a proper..." "This business premises does not provide any prostitution services. All we can provide is foot bath water. How much do you need? Do you want it hot or cold?"

Yang Guo laughed loudly, "Little girl, don't be nervous. I'm not an undercover cop cracking down on prostitution. You can leave now. I don't need foot baths. If you want to, go to a foot bath parlor with special services."

After the female swordswoman left with a muffled groan, Yang Guo lay back down on the bed, closed his eyes, and was about to drift off to sleep when he suddenly smelled a faint fragrance. He was startled and wondered if the female swordswoman had stopped pretending and couldn't resist coming to him.

So he slightly opened his eyes and was shocked by what he saw!

He saw the mysterious black-clad, masked woman sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching out to undo her belt, seemingly about to take out her penis to masturbate again. Yang Guo exclaimed, "Who are you?" Just as he was about to sit up, the masked woman pointed a finger at his pressure point, immobilizing him and rendering him unable to move or speak.

Yang Guo had no choice but to lie back down on the bed, watching helplessly as the woman unbuckled her belt, pulled down her pants, took out her still-erect penis, and began to masturbate it in her slender hand.

Stimulated by the woman's fragrance and delicate hands, Yang Guo's penis quickly became erect. He stared at the woman, utterly unable to fathom who she could be. Could she be a perverted woman in the martial world, making a living by masturbating underage boys and deriving some kind of pleasure from it?

Lost in these thoughts, his thick semen, stimulated by the woman's slender hands, spurted out, a few drops landing on her night clothes, a conspicuous white mess. As soon as

Yang Guo ejaculated, the woman let out a mischievous chuckle, released his pressure points, left the bedside, and leaped out the window, disappearing in a flash.

Yang Guo jumped off the bed, knowing he couldn't catch her with his light-footed skills, and could only stand frozen before the bed, staring at the white, sticky pool of semen on the floor, feeling both angry and amused.

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Huang Rong walked in. Seeing Yang Guo standing there in a daze, with a puddle of white, sticky stuff on the floor, she immediately recognized it. She couldn't help but chuckle, "You little rascal, Guo'er! I was wondering why you weren't paying attention in class earlier; you were just thinking about coming back to your room to masturbate! It seems your mind has been occupied by something very unhealthy, and you lack knowledge of hygiene. Guo'er, don't you know the dangers of masturbation?"

Yang Guo quickly pulled up his pants and said with a wry smile, "Mother, I'm truly wronged! I was raped, and now I'm the rapist! Look how tired I am these past two days, how can I still have the energy to masturbate?"

He then told his mother about the two mysterious appearances of the masked woman in black. Huang Rong was skeptical, staring at her son's face for a long time before sighing, "Is that so? Guo'er?" "Are you sure you haven't made any enemies in the martial world?"

Yang Guo said with a wry smile, "Mother, are you kidding me? Even if I have enemies in the martial world, they can just kill me. Why send a woman to give me a handjob? I think that woman, although masked, has a good figure and is probably a beauty. If she was sent by my enemies, I'd rather have a few more enemies like that."

Huang Rong couldn't help but slap Yang Guo's butt and scolded, "You're really lustful and don't know what's good for you! Maybe your enemies are just trying to take advantage of this and send a beautiful woman to seduce you until you're exhausted! Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Next time that woman comes, just shout loudly, 'Mother is coming to save you.' Now I've come to you because I have something very important to tell you..."

Yang Guo sighed, "Mother, just give me two hours..." "You didn't even let me rest for a moment during my leave. I just got masturbated, and I'm exhausted. How can I listen to your storytelling later?"

Huang Rong's eyes lit up as she pulled Yang Guo's hand to sit on the edge of the bed, saying with great interest, "I came to find you just for the storytelling! Through this evening's storytelling, I suddenly discovered that I have a real talent for it. Unfortunately, because I was managing the Beggars' Sect and taking care of you, Uncle Guo, and Fu'er, my talent was buried. So I've decided that from now on, I will train hard to become a renowned storyteller, unparalleled in the martial arts world!"

Yang Guo was startled by her words, staring at his mother's infatuated expression, and exclaimed, "Mother, is it because you haven't slept with Uncle Guo for several nights and haven't been penetrated, that your juices have dried up and your brain is..." "You're malnourished and confused! You're the daughter of Huang Yaoshi, the esteemed master of Peach Blossom Island, and also the leader of the Beggars' Sect and the mother of Yang Guo! How could you stoop so low as to become a storyteller like those wandering entertainers? Do you want me to buy you two clappers?"

Huang Rong was furious upon hearing this, then made a coquettish expression, leaning against Yang Guo's shoulder like a little girl, and said in a sweet voice, "Guo'er, you know your mother loves to play. Your Uncle Guo is like a wooden puppet, he doesn't play these games with me. Don't you want to play with your mother either? As long as you support your mother, at worst, I won't force you to read the Analects anymore, nor will I force you to practice martial arts in the middle of the night!"

Yang Guo thought to himself that Uncle Guo usually seemed like a wooden puppet, but if a beautiful woman threw herself at him, he wouldn't hesitate, otherwise there wouldn't have been that incident with his seventh master, Han Xiaoying, in his youth. But overall, Guo Jing was a rather honest and straightforward person, and he treated Yang Guo quite well. So Yang Guo sighed, "Mother, it's not that I don't support your playing, but now doesn't seem like the time for that. The terrifying Yin Wind Sect has appeared in the martial world, and I believe that the sects that have received the Yin Wind Flag are not just the Song family. Besides, Uncle Guo was invited to the Quanzhen Sect on Zhongnan Mountain

by that Taoist priest, and we still don't know what happened. Do you think I'm in the mood to play storytelling with you?" Huang Rong replied, "I'm precisely trying to use storytelling to explain some things to everyone! You've only heard half of it, and you still don't really understand the Yin Wind Sect. I want to use storytelling to give you a deeper theoretical understanding of the Yin Wind Sect, so that in future battles, you can use profound theory to guide your practice..."

Yang Guo spat, "Fine!" "Come on, Mom, if you keep going, you're going to bring up Marxism-Leninism and dialectical materialism! I'm really exasperated! Tell me, how do you want me to play with you?"

Hearing her son agree to play, Huang Rong's chest heaved with excitement. She hugged him tightly and laughed, "Storytelling is always just me performing alone, it's too monotonous! When we start again later, I want you to join me!"

Yang Guo was startled again and waved his hands repeatedly, "Mom, please forgive me! I can talk nonsense, but I can't tell stories!"

Huang Rong laughed, "Don't be nervous! If you can't, Mom can teach you! We'll give the audience a surprise later; we'll perform a duet!"

Yang Guo was stunned. "Say 'double yolk'? Double yolk eggs?"

Huang Rong chuckled, "All you know is double yolk eggs! Be careful, your mother might crush your little testicles! 'Double act' means one person stands in front and mouths the words, while another person squats behind and says them. To the audience, it looks like the person in front is saying, but the sound is actually coming from the person behind. It's really fun! Guo'er, you must play with your mother!"

Yang Guo smiled wryly, "Alright, alright, I understand what 'double yolk eggs' means, but who stands in front and who squats behind?"

Huang Rong pondered, "Originally, only I knew the story, so I should squat behind and say it, and you stand in front and mouth the words. But I'm your mother, what would it look like if I squatted behind you? I think I should stand in front." "You can squat behind your mother!"

Yang Guo yawned and sighed, "It doesn't matter who's in front or behind, but I can't speak, so what's the point of me squatting behind?"

Huang Rong blinked and said, "If you can't speak, your mother can teach you! Fortunately, there's not much left to tell, and you have a good memory. Your mother will tell you the story now, so remember it well, and we'll see how you do later!"

Yang Guo really wanted to find a rope to hang himself, but then he suddenly thought that he could squat behind his mother and face her alluring, full buttocks, which gave him a bit of energy. So he sat firmly on the edge of the bed and began to listen to his mother tell the unfinished martial arts tales. He listened with trepidation, and his penis throbbed because of his mother's fragrance.

Two hours passed quickly. Song Yumei had already had the flower hall tidied up again, covering the square table where Huang Rong had been telling stories with a beautiful tablecloth, brewing fresh teacups, and replacing the fan with a more exquisite one. She had also called all the female swordsmen of the Women's Swordsmen Association, from group leaders upwards, to increase the crowd. When Huang Rong led Yang Guo into the flower hall with a smile, everyone applauded. However,

when they saw Huang Rong stand before the table while Yang Guo crouched behind his mother, they were startled. Guo Fu exclaimed, "Brother, why are you hiding behind Mother? We're here to listen to a story, not play tag!"

Yang Guo's impatient voice came from behind Huang Rong: "Fu'er, go eat your lollipop! Don't meddle in adult matters! If you're not listening attentively, go stand outside as punishment!"

Song Yumei and the group of female swordsmen also found it strange, but then Huang Rong turned her head and asked, "Guo'er, are you ready?"

Yang Guo replied, "Ready, let's begin!"

So Huang Rong smiled slightly, first picked up her teacup and took a sip, then unfolded her folding fan and fanned herself gently a few times, striking a graceful pose. Her cherry lips parted, but her voice came from behind Yang Guo: "Dear listeners, in the last chapter, we talked about the original author of the Nine Yin Manual, Mr. Huang Shang, inquiring about the residence of the martial arts master, the Corpse Immortal. Naturally, no one present could answer his question. Mr. Huang Shang was very disappointed, pointing to Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Feng, Emperor Duan, and Hong Qigong sitting cross-legged in the room, and sighed: 'You young people, you don't study hard usually, and now...'" As soon as the teacher asked a question, they pretended to be deaf and dumb. "You can't go on like this! How can you face your parents who raised you? How can you face the country that nurtured you? How can you face..." Before the old Mr. Huang Shang could finish his earnest lecture, a chilling laugh suddenly came from mid-air, and at the same time, a strong stench of corpses seemed to permeate the entire world, making everyone present feel nauseous and dizzy... "

The audience had never heard of a double act before. Now, seeing Huang Rong and her son telling stories with such a unique performance, they couldn't help but shout with surprise and applaud wildly. The younger girls exclaimed, "Yay! Chief Huang, you're so cool!" "Chief Huang, you have to sign my autograph later!" "Chief Huang, you're so creative! I love you to death!"...

This barrage of praise from the fans made Yang Guo, who was squatting behind Huang Rong, tremble with rage. He thought to himself, "You bunch of sluts! I've been squatting here working so hard to tell this story, and you only praise my mother! You treat me like dirt! This world is so damn unfair! After this charade is over, I'll fucking kill you all one by one!"

Huang Rong struck a pose, and Yang Guo continued, "With that eerie laughter, a zombie draped in a gray robe gently descended from mid-air, facing off against Old Master Huang Shang on the stone platform, about three zhang apart. Huang Shang carefully examined the zombie, secretly alarmed, and asked, 'Judging from your appearance, are you perhaps the legendary Corpse Immortal, immortal for a thousand years and ten thousand years? Alas, I truly speak of the devil, and he appears!' The zombie's facial features remained still, but a sinister voice came from nowhere: 'Hehehehe, judging from your appearance, are you perhaps that swindler in the martial world, who takes advantage of his age, plagiarizes from a tattered book, and thinks he's a Nobel laureate?'" "Comrade Huang Shang, winner of the Er Literature Prize? Sigh, I really didn't want to get rich, but I just had to step on gold!" Huang Shang angrily said, "Old zombie, you dare to call me shit, you're an old woman's menstrual blood!" The Corpse Immortal laughed, "Comrade Huang Shang, do you have any basic physiological knowledge? Where does an old woman get menstrual blood? Only your mother still menstruates at eighty years old, right?" Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Feng, Emperor Duan, and Hong Qigong were speechless as they heard the two most powerful martial arts masters in the world exchanging such vulgar insults upon meeting.

Yang Guo paused here, feeling a little tired, and Huang Rong had no choice but to follow his rhythm and tap her folding fan, making a pausing gesture. Yang Guo squatted behind his mother, his face directly facing Huang Rong's ample buttocks. He couldn't help but think, "I can't be a fool, just standing here talking until my throat is dry, only to end up with no reward. The era of Lei Feng is long gone; I have to gain some benefit for myself."

As he spoke, he continued his storytelling while greedily reaching his hands towards Huang Rong's ample buttocks...

Huang Rong had just opened her cherry lips to make the mouth movements for Yang Guo's words when she suddenly felt a tightness in her buttocks. She knew that her son had been pinching her buttocks. She was furious, thinking to herself, "This little beast of a son of mine, he really knows how to take advantage of me at times like this." But at this crucial moment in their act, she couldn't lash out. She could only let her son grope her buttocks, and she couldn't stop performing for the audience.

Yang Guo continued, "The Corpse Immortal and Huang Shang exchanged insults for a while, sizing each other up, and then suddenly burst into wild laughter. Of the four people present, apart from Huang Yaoshi, the others didn't understand what was wrong with these two top masters, why they were cursing each other's ancestors one minute and laughing like idiots the next. Only Huang Yaoshi understood that these two martial arts seniors, who were both righteous and wicked, actually felt a sense of mutual respect upon meeting. Those foul-mouthed insults, which would hurt feelings to ordinary people, were just a joke to them."

"The two elders laughed for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, their laughter containing boundless inner strength. At the summit of Mount Hua, sand and stones flew everywhere, leaves fell, and even the sky, where evening clouds gathered, seemed to change color..."

Hearing this, Huang Rong couldn't help but feel secretly pleased. She thought to herself, "This Yang Guo's literary descriptive ability is quite good. Flying sand and stones, falling leaves, evening clouds gathering... I never taught him any of these, yet he can improvise and use so many adjectives. He's truly a teachable child..."

Thinking this, she couldn't help but let out a soft "Mmm," because Yang Guo's hands, kneading her buttocks, had increased their pressure. Even through her skirt and trousers, his pinching made her buttocks quite sore.

Yang Guo continued, "The four people sitting and healing were jolted awake by the laughter, their blood surging. Ouyang Feng cursed inwardly, 'Damn it, my injuries were almost healed, and now I have to start all over again!' The laughter suddenly stopped, and the Corpse Immortal said, 'Brother Huang, your cursing is quite good, and your silly laughter is also impressive, but I wonder if you can withstand my Yin Corpse Palm?' Huang Shang laughed, 'Old zombie, your cursing is not bad either, and your silly laughter is even more impressive, but I wonder if you dare to try my Nine Yin Demon Palm.'" "A feat?" The Corpse Immortal sneered. "Then what are we waiting for? Take this!" With that, he thrust his palm forward.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is a poem to prove this palm of the Corpse Immortal..." Upon hearing this, Huang Rong thought with delight, "Damn, there's even a poem to prove it! This Yang Guo has truly not disappointed me..."

She couldn't help but groan again, because Yang Guo had somehow produced a chopstick and was sliding and teasing her buttocks through her skirt and trousers, causing her to have a natural physiological reaction and feel hot all over.

Yang Guo continued, "A half-corpse, half-immortal old man descended upon Mount Hua for the true scriptures. His gray robe billowed like muffled thunder, his ghostly claws extended and retracted like soul-searching techniques. Where the Yin Corpse Palm swept past, heaven and earth collapsed and turned to dust." From this seven-character poem, the audience can clearly see the power of the Corpse Immortal's palm strike. But the old man in yellow robes was no slouch either. His black robe fluttered gracefully, and his palms emerged from his long sleeves. With a gentle rub of his palms, an extremely cold and eerie wind swept out! But the audience... Don't worry, this strange wind is just the prelude to the Nine Yin Manual, the main act is still far off. The four people sitting in the middle healing their injuries were all eager to witness the unparalleled martial arts in the Nine Yin Manual, so they were all intoxicated by this strange wind. Since this strange wind is just the prelude, it naturally cannot withstand the Corpse Immortal's Yin Corpse Palm with eighty percent of its power. Just when they were about to be overwhelmed by the putrid palm wind of the Yin Corpse Palm, there was a loud 'pop'. From Huang Shang's palms, a dazzling light flashed like lightning. Then, a cold palm wind that swept across the heavens and the earth and encompassed all directions suddenly struck out. As the poem says...

Huang Rong's lower body had been soaked by Yang Guo's chopsticks. For a moment, her lust swelled up, and she only wanted to find a man to have sex with. She thought to herself, "Damn it! Guo'er, are you still going to fail? A seven-character quatrain is not enough. Now you even brought out a ci poem! Guo'er, you have truly surpassed your teacher. Mother is really..." "I love you to death!"

Yang Guo said, "This poem is called 'Qinyuanchun: Nine Yin Manual,' written by Yang Guo, a famous martial arts master and scholar of the Southern Song Dynasty. The poem is divided into two stanzas. The first stanza is: 'Man has seven orifices, ghosts hide the Nine Yin Manual, all contained in the true scripture. Recalling the Western Zhou and Spring and Autumn periods, chivalrous heroes first appeared; in the Three Kingdoms and Jin Dynasties, extraordinary skills were first heard of. A thousand heads, pearls and jade from deep mountains, can be obtained for a mere ten thousand gold pieces. Laughing and drinking blood, watching the prosperity of the martial world, in reality, chaos...'"

"Ladies and gentlemen, the first stanza is merely the recounting of history by the great hero Yang, reflecting on the past and present. It is only in the second stanza of this 'Qinyuanchun' that the true power of the Nine Yin Manual is revealed! Please listen carefully: Life is always filled with sorrow, listen to the lonely falling petals and leaves. Hoping the Corpse Immortal cultivates, he seeks help from the decaying worms; Huang Shang secludes himself, venturing deep into the Netherworld. Shattering the physical body, unleashing the Nine Yin, dragons and snakes dance wildly, playing the demonic zither. Heaven and earth darken, only a clapping smile remains, all grudges and hatred are forgotten..."

Not only was Huang Rong overwhelmed with excitement, but the beauties in the audience also applauded and exclaimed in unison. "Wow, Young Master Yang, I never imagined you had such literary talent! I want to marry you!" "Young Master Yang, you absolutely have to sign my autograph later, or I'll kneel before you!" "Young Master Yang, I'll sleep with you for as long as you want!"...

Although Song Yumei was also astonished by Yang Guo's talent and felt a little itchy down there, as the leader of the Women's Swordsmen Association, she had to maintain some composure. She said to the female swordsmen, "Keep quiet, keep quiet! Don't disturb Chief Huang and Young Master Yang's performance! You girls are all at least high school educated, how can you behave like this?" "Still so childish? Haven't I always taught you that you should prioritize your studies and not blindly follow celebrities? You must establish a correct worldview and outlook on life, cultivate a noble sentiment of loving your motherland and the people, and take Marxism-Leninism and Mao Zedong Thought as your guide to cultivate lofty ideals of socialism..."

Song Yumei didn't continue, not because someone had hit her on the head with a banana peel, but because the female swordsmen were completely captivated by this wonderful mother-son duo performance and had no mind to listen to her political education.

Yang Guo continued, "Although the Corpse Immortal's Yin Corpse Palm is powerful, Senior Huang Shang's Nine Yin Demonic Art is even more astonishing. After several bolts of lightning flashed from Huang Shang's palm, nine ghostly shadows flew out from his palm one after another, each with a ferocious face and lifelike form, baring their fangs and claws, surrounding the Corpse Immortal, ready to pounce."

The Corpse Immortal laughed in surprise: "Damn it! I've always heard that the martial arts in the Nine Yin Manual are unbelievable, but because I've always been only concerned with my own affairs, although I sent someone to steal your Nine Yin Manual seven years ago, I only gave it to that Ghost Tomb Messenger, entrusting him to deliver the manual to the Ghost Tomb's owner. I never thought of seeing what mysteries the martial arts recorded in this manual were. Today I finally see them!" Huang Shang, upon hearing this, angrily retorted: "You son of a bitch! Corpse Immortal, so it was you, you old bastard, who sent someone to steal my manual seven years ago! No wonder I've been searching for it for years! Damn your ancestors! If you didn't want the martial arts in my manual, what use was it to you to steal it? And what exactly is this secret map you mentioned?" The two cursed at each other. While unleashing their unparalleled martial arts skills in battle, the nine ghostly shadows that flew from Huang Chang's palm formed a strange Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams formation, surrounding the Corpse Immortal Old Man in the center of the stone platform. They attacked simultaneously, their moves unpredictable and vicious. Although the Corpse Immortal Old Man was proficient in Qimen formations and was not trapped by this formation, he was still struggling to cope with the strange moves of the nine ghostly shadows. Fortunately, he had profound internal strength and possessed extraordinary skills. He immediately raised his power to its fullest extent, unleashing the Yin Corpse Palm with his left hand and the Wind Shattering Fist with his right. For a moment, the palm wind mixed with the stench of rotting corpses and the fist wind with the force to shatter stone monuments swirled around, forcing the nine ghostly shadows to keep them at bay...

At this moment, Huang Rong's lower body had been thoroughly aroused by Yang Guo's chopsticks, her vagina was unbearably itchy, and her whole body was burning with heat. Although she maintained her elegant storytelling posture in front of the audience, she knew in her heart that she was about to give in. Even more infuriatingly, Yang Guo, not content with merely playing with her genitals through her skirt and trousers, then produced a small razor blade from who-knows-where and began slicing open her skirt and trousers along her buttocks...

The four people sitting cross-legged in the arena were dazzled by the most profound martial arts of the Nine Yin Manual, seeing it for the first time. Especially Huang Yaoshi, a fan of Huang Shang, who, many years later, on a summer night, stroked his four-year-old daughter Huang Rong's braids, recalling that earth-shattering duel, still felt lingering fear. When Huang Rong was little, she often pestered her father to tell her stories, and the one he told most often was the duel between the Corpse Immortal and Huang Shang atop Mount Hua. This Huang Yaoshi didn't care whether four-year-old Huang Rong could understand; he just kept saying, "Rong'er, you can't imagine what strange things will happen when you practice the martial arts of the Nine Yin Manual to the highest level." That phenomenon is far more exciting than seeing a UFO! The most profound martial art recorded in the Nine Yin Manual is the Nine Yin Demonic Art. When it reaches its highest level, nine ghostly shadows fly out from the palm. These nine ghostly shadows each have a unique appearance. Except for one stunningly beautiful female ghost, the other eight are all ferocious and terrifying evil spirits, representing nine kinds of ghosts and monsters in the underworld, each possessing magical power. Ordinary martial arts masters simply cannot withstand them. Back then, on the summit of Mount Hua, although the Corpse Immortal was powerful, he was finally defeated by Senior Huang Shang's Nine Yin Demonic Art after hundreds of moves! Huang Rong sighed, "Oh dear, Father, don't always tell me about these fighting and killing..." "Was it a good kill? I'm only four years old, don't pollute my mind with violence! I want to hear you tell fairy tales!" Huang Yaoshi sighed, "I'm sorry, Rong'er, the only fairy tales in my heart are the Nine Yin Manual. If you want to hear anything else, unless your mother can be resurrected!" Huang Rong thought of her deceased mother and couldn't help but cry. Huang Yaoshi hurriedly hugged his daughter and comforted her, temporarily stopping his emotional recollection of that great battle. But that's a story for later, we're just mentioning it in passing. Let's return to the scene of the great battle we just talked about. While the Corpse Immortal was resisting the attack of the nine ghostly figures, he told the people present some strange stories, and... His founding of the Yin Wind Sect was related to his grand schemes, and also to the theft of the Nine Yin Manual seven years later. The strange tales told by the Corpse Immortal were truly mysterious and wondrous, causing the crowd's small eyes to widen into large ones, and then shrink back to small ones...

The women in the flower hall grew increasingly intrigued as they listened. Only Huang Rong knew that while Yang Guo's account was largely accurate, it was far too exaggerated, including fabricated details such as Huang Yaoshi's conversation with his four-year-old daughter many years later, even bringing up UFOs. Huang Rong was furious and wanted to curse him, but the charade had already reached this point and couldn't be stopped; she could only let the boy continue his rambling.

At this moment, Yang Guo had cut open Huang Rong's skirt and trousers at the cleft of her buttocks with a blade, revealing a glimpse of her cleavage. Yang Guo, unable to stop his storytelling, otherwise he would have definitely stuck out his tongue to lick that fleshy opening surrounded by folds. A sparse tuft of black hair grew around the anus. Yang Guo pinched it with two fingers and pulled out two hairs, causing Huang Rong to scream in pain. Below the anus, two thick labia and a slit were exposed, with lush, dark hair on both sides.

As Yang Guo admired the scenery, he continued, "It turns out that the Corpse Immortal Elder studied under the Zombie Demon Lord in his youth. The Zombie Demon Lord only accepted two disciples in his life: one was Lu Tianding, who later established his own sect, the Corpse Immortal Elder; the other was a stunningly beautiful woman whose name was unknown, only that her surname was Long, and she was known in the martial arts world as Little Dragon Girl. She later founded the Ghost Tomb Sect. Lu Tianding fell in love with his senior sister, Little Dragon Girl, at first sight. Unfortunately, in order to cultivate the Zombie Demon Art, the originally handsome Lu Tianding disfigured himself, which displeased his senior sister. Little Dragon Girl, on the other hand, learned peerless swordsmanship and ingenious mechanisms from the Zombie Demon Lord, and also obtained a miraculous opportunity to consume the Lingzhi Immortal Fruit, thus achieving eternal youth."

"Lu Tianding pursued his senior sister, Xiaolongnu, for a full thirty years, yet still failed to win her heart. Later, to escape Lu Tianding's entanglement, Xiaolongnu, after the death of her master, the Zombie Demon Lord, founded the Ghost Tomb Sect. She gathered all the extraordinary individuals skilled in the arts of divination and the most ingenious craftsmen adept at constructing mechanisms, and together they built a colossal tomb, a masterpiece of nature, riddled with intricate mechanisms, in a remote valley behind Zhongnan Mountain. From planning and design to construction and completion, this colossal tomb took a full fifteen years, consuming vast amounts of manpower and resources, with a total planned investment of 23 billion US dollars." Due to changes in design drawings and building materials, an additional six billion US dollars was added, almost equivalent to the annual fiscal revenue of XX city. The project was a labor of love for countless builders, resulting in numerous moving and inspiring stories. After the project was completed, to express her gratitude for the contributions of the countless designers and builders, Xiaolongnu sealed the tomb entrance, forever burying them on this land where they had shed their blood and sweat…

Huang Rong couldn't help but let out another soft moan, because Yang Guo gently inserted one finger into her anus, slowly moving it in and out. Yang Guo's other two fingers were inserted into her vagina, probing vigorously. Huang Rong felt both shy and undeniably pleasurable, thinking, "My son, how could you do this to me? You were born from there, that place is sacred and forbidden to you, how could you violate that place?" ...

While indulging in his lewd acts towards his mother, Yang Guo continued his narration: "After the Little Dragon Girl completed the giant tomb, to prevent the secret passages and mechanisms within from being discovered, she sent all those involved in its construction to meet Marx. Then she sent a message to her junior brother, Lu Tianding, via carrier pigeon. That message can be considered a model of love letters throughout history, written with such poignant emotion and unforgettable beauty that even the literary master Yang Guo could only feel inferior and sigh in admiration..."

The girls present widened their eyes and pricked up their ears, all shouting, "Young Master Yang, what exactly did that love letter say? Read it to us!"

Yang Guo chuckled, forcefully digging his finger into his mother's anus, and continued, "Listen carefully to this love letter, and try to memorize it perfectly in the future. The love letter reads: My dearest, most beloved, most adorable, and most cherished junior brother Lu Tianding, fifteen years have passed since we parted. Are you well? I'm afraid your longing for your senior sister has not only not faded with the passage of time, but has instead burned even hotter with the passing years, hasn't it? Alas, for the past fifteen years, in response to the call of the national western development strategy, I have actively devoted myself to the infrastructure construction behind Zhongnan Mountain, making the construction site my home day and night, fighting alongside those construction workers who have left their families behind, for the development of the motherland and the interests of the people. We have always held high the great banner of Marxism-Leninism, and taken economic construction..." Centered on this, uniting people of all ethnic groups across the country, through arduous struggle and relentless effort, we finally built this magnificent tomb, unprecedented and unparalleled. This gives my Ghost Tomb Sect a home, but without your companionship, I feel no warmth whatsoever. Wandering alone in this vast, crisscrossing tomb, I feel lonely, isolated, and lost. So, Junior Brother Lu, you must come to my side quickly to relieve my loneliness, soothe my isolation, and end my confusion. Junior Brother Lu, no matter what means you use, if you have the ability to enter my Ghost Tomb and find me in this lifetime, I, Little Dragon Girl, will declare to the entire universe that I will marry Junior Brother Lu Tianding for all eternity, to be his wife, his concubine, his slave, his tool for venting his desires… Junior Brother Lu, come, I am waiting for you. Your senior sister, Little Dragon Girl, who will forever love you, hate you, pity you, cherish you, tease you, despise you, and welcome you…”

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