【Lord Wei's Search for Beauty】

Chapter One: Jin Yong's Dementia Leads to a Nobleman's Bitter Search for True Love

It is said that the martial arts master Jin Yong, in his old age, became senile. One day, upon waking, he suddenly had a sudden inspiration and picked up his pen to revise his life's work of
martial arts classics. "Flying Snow Shoots the White Deer, Smiling Proud Wanderer, Divine Eagle, and Jade Couple" were all rewritten . With a stroke of his pen
, the world was transformed, the plots drastically altered, and the works were completely changed beyond recognition.

Not to mention Wang Yuyan abandoning Duan Yu, causing him to become heartbroken and renounce the world, leaving eight beauties to suffer a long and miserable old age in the palace , but even the popular idol Wei Xiaobao, the nobleman, was reduced to a life of poverty and destitution, with women leaving him one after another, ultimately stark contrast caused Wei Xiaobao to wail in despair, cursing the heavens for being blind and giving Jin Yong Parkinson's disease, driving him to madness! 　　That day, Jin Yong was engrossed in revising *The Deer and the Cauldron*, preparing to add insult to injury for the already impoverished Wei Xiaobao —by throwing him into prison and exiling him to the army on New Year's Eve of the Year of the Horse. Lord Wei couldn't sit still . Back in his day, he had been incredibly successful in the imperial palace and the martial arts world, navigating both the righteous and the wicked, amassing wealth and power . Even in dire straits, he seemed to have a stroke of luck, ultimately enjoying the bliss of having seven beauties sharing his life. He indulged in pleasures and revelry, living a carefree life that made the world envious enough to fill the East Sea. How could he possibly tolerate Jin Yong, this senile old man, making him impoverished and dying on the frontier, completely erasing his enviable fortune of having seven beauties by his side? 　　Risking being reborn as a pig in his next life, Wei Xiaobao transformed from the manuscript on Jin Yong's desk into human form and appeared beside the old Jin Yong, who was engrossed in writing. Holding a pig-slaughtering knife ("given by Xiaoping"), he kicked over the desk, panting heavily (he hadn't eaten a grain of rice for days), and cursed, "Damn it, Jin Yong, you old bastard who can't stand seeing others get rich and powerful! Everything I have, isn't it all earned through hard work and my brilliant mind? Why did you take the wrong brain-boosting supplement today and want to take it all back? If you don't explain yourself clearly today, I'll cut you into eighteen pieces!" 　　Jin Yong adjusted his glasses, looked at him, then took them off to wipe them, put them back on, and looked again. He saw that Wei Xiaobao was emaciated, disheveled, with a few withered straws in his hair, wearing tattered prison clothes, and covered in red, swollen pustules, some oozing pus and blood, others scabbed over and already festering. Jin Yong remained unmoved: "A rogue should have the fate of a rogue. What goes around comes around. So what if you have a Green Dragon on your left and a White Tiger on your right? I also have an old ox at my waist. Who are you trying to scare? Don't you think about who gave you what you once had? Don't you think about the despicable methods you used? Seizing gold and silver by force is a crime, and cheating and deceiving beautiful wives and concubines is a sin. How can that be considered hard-earned or laborious? 　　And which of your wives truly and willingly followed you to the death..." 　　"Who says there weren't any? Shuang'er, A'ke, and the other seven—which one of them didn't I win over with all my scheming? After they came with me, they were like lovers who envied no immortals. Anyone with eyes could see that we were in love. Yet you tore us apart. Aren't you afraid of divine retribution? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning? Quickly, return all seven of my beautiful wives !" Wei Xiaobao ignored Jin Yong's nagging and immediately retorted. 　　Jin Yong chuckled dryly and said, "Be content. I at least left you Shuang'er. The rest are long gone, they've all been taken by some nymphs!" 　　"No way! Keep them all, not one less!" 　　"No way! Those who use underhanded methods can't be kept. Otherwise, everyone will follow your example, and what's the difference between that and robbery?" Jin Yong rolled his eyes. 　　"You old fool, you keep saying they're not sincere. 'You are not a fish, how can you know the fish's joy?' You understand the Zen meaning in that saying ! Of course, it's something my wives taught me over a long time. They just wanted me to have some knowledge. Isn't that how they show their love for me?!" Wei Xiaobao revealed all the secrets he had kept hidden . 　　Jin Yong never expected that this good-for-nothing, who previously only had a rudimentary understanding of the proverb "Four horses cannot catch up ," would now actually know such a profound allusion as "The Fish Says." He paced back and forth a few times and said, "All these wives of yours were obtained using your tried-and-true method of 'making the rice cooked' (a euphemism for rapport). If you can prove that you can make a woman fall in love with you with a sincere heart, then everything will be back to normal! No underhanded tactics, no unreasonable demands, no tricks, just a genuine romance. If you succeed, I will be convinced. How about it?" 　　"Deal!" Wei Xiaobao agreed immediately, fearing that Jin Yong would change his mind. But in his heart, he thought, "Isn't it just about romance? The essence of romance is talking, it's about using your words to coax a woman into bed with you. With my silver tongue, I refuse to believe I can't win over a girl." 　　"So I'm going back now? At least while I'm looking for a woman, you'd better make sure I'm well-fed and clothed. Looking like this, no woman would ever want me." Wei Xiaobao glared at Jin Yong with his small eyes, mentally slicing the old bastard into a thousand pieces. 　　Jin Yong, unperturbed, quickly wrote a few strokes on the manuscript, and Wei Xiaobao's sores were healed. His coarse blue robe fit him perfectly, and the few taels of silver in his pocket were enough to keep him fed and clothed for a while. "Is this alright?" 　　Jin Yong asked. 　　Wei Xiaobao raised his hands, turned around, and seeing that he was fully healed and had silver in his pocket, he quickly leaped back into the book. 　　Jin Yong waved his hand to stop Wei Xiaobao: "You still want to go back to *The Deer and the Cauldron*? I think it's better to send you somewhere else, lest you get help from those cronies and everything changes. How about this, you can choose any of my novels except *The Deer and the Cauldron*. As long as you successfully seduce one of the named female protagonists in my other books, you win." 　　This old scoundrel, still playing these tricks on me, afraid that I won't use my own methods but will instead rely on external forces. Fine, I'll do whatever he wants. As long as I get it done, let's see what he has to say then. 　　Jin Yong quickly scribbled a few more strokes on the manuscript, and Wei Xiaobao suddenly had an object in his hand. Jin Yong said, "This is a teleportation talisman. With just a thought, you can travel to the side of the female protagonist you want to be in my novel. This will save you a lot of trouble. However, this teleportation talisman can only be used once a day. You can't use it multiple times a day!" 　　"I know, enough nonsense. I, Wei Xiaobao, was born and raised in brothels. I've seen plenty of women . How could I not find one who truly cares for me? Be patient, I'll be right back. Don't go back on your word then," Wei Xiaobao said impatiently.

"No regrets." Before Jin Yong could 　　say

anything more, Wei Xiaobao sent out his thoughts. 　　Before sending them, Wei Xiaobao had taken an item from Jin Yong's bed—opportunistic sleight of hand was an innate . He had been eyeing this item for a long time; it was as thin as a cicada's wing, like a woman's skin, and looked like something a woman would wear. He didn't know it was a pair of stockings, something every modern woman wore. With this one act, the stockings were brought into Jin Yong's martial arts world. (With the flutter of a butterfly's wings, stockings became an everyday item in Jin Yong's world!) 　The first female protagonist Wei Xiaobao rushed to was Huang Rong from *The Legend of the Condor Heroes* (Let's all 　　bow three times to Huang Rong, the female protagonist in Jin Yong's martial arts world who has been adapted by fanfiction and subjected to the most acts of sexual exploitation!). Wei Xiaobao didn't have high hopes for Huang Rong. As the wife of the national hero Guo Jing, the beloved daughter of Huang Yaoshi, and the leader of the Beggars' Sect, the largest gang in the world, regardless of her status, she was an insurmountable obstacle for Wei Xiaobao. Why choose Huang Rong as his first target? Wei Xiaobao wanted to test his limits, knowing it was impossible, to see what his capabilities were, and then tailor his approach to future candidates accordingly, ultimately securing her victory. It was a classic case of "placing oneself in a do- or die situation!" 　　What made Wei Xiaobao so confident was another crucial reason: he had a trump card . Along with the stockings he stole from Jin Yong's bed, he also took a copy of "Classic Love Quotes from Around the World" ( did Jin Yong study this all the time?!). This book contained countless classic love quotes from throughout human history , including Marx's "To Jenny," and countless cheesy . "With this book in hand, I have the world at my fingertips!" Wei Xiaobao felt as if he were standing atop Mount Tianshan, looking down upon the world. With this ultimate manual for capturing love, dealing with all kinds of love in the world would be a piece of cake. Wasn't I, Wei Xiaobao, supposed to be illiterate and a complete fool? (Actually 　　, I am still a fool. But the plot demands it; I can read!) Today, I'll use the most cultured and poetic methods to seduce women until my hands are sore, and see who dares to say I'm uncultured then. (Does this even need to be said?) 　　(The world of words is wondrous; what should be there is there, and what shouldn't be there is also there. Don't delve too deeply into anything illogical!) 　　Coincidentally, Wei Xiaobao is transported to the world of *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, and his first encounter with Huang Rong is when she has just finished bathing. The bathroom is enormous; the stone-built bathtub is at least ten zhang in diameter. (Wei Xiaobao is incredulous: Even the Forbidden City couldn't find such a large bathtub; Jin Yong is indeed biased!) 　　Huang Rong emerges from the bathtub... She came out, gently dried herself with a bath towel, picked up a flesh-colored stocking (please forgive the author's bad habit!), lifted one shapely leg, placed one foot on the edge of the bathtub, rolled up the stocking and put it on her toes, slowly pulling and releasing it as she put it on, then putting it on the other foot. (Lord Wei sighed: What a pity, why isn't it the pair I have?) 　　Suddenly, a white light flashed beside Huang Rong, and Lord Wei appeared. Wei Xiaobao knelt on one knee, holding a rose in his left hand. The rose (actually a roadside rose!) recited with deep affection: "Huang Rong, rejoice! You may be surprised: why do all my poems have the same title, 'To Huang Rong'? Only you in this world are the source of my inspiration, the god of joy, the light of hope, illuminating the windows of my soul. From your name, I see your beautiful image. Huang Rong—what extraordinary words these are, each syllable is melodious and pleasant, like the clear and bright sound of a golden zither, like a kind fairy in mythology, like the moon's reflection floating on a spring night, singing ." 　　As Wei Xiaobao walked, he had already made up his mind that no matter what he encountered, he must unconditionally offer a poem adapted from Marx's "To Jenny"—holding a rose (actually a roadside rose!), he would recite the great revolutionary leader's work with deep affection, killing gods and Buddhas alike, no matter how clever or mischievous Huang Rong was, no matter how devoted to Guo Jing, the great banner of the proletariat would surely conquer her heart! 　　After reciting the poem, Wei Xiaobao raised his gaze and looked at Huang Rong with deep affection. When he looked up, he saw Huang Rong wearing two flesh-colored stockings, her two beautiful legs standing out, smooth and fair. At the base of her legs was a lush black forest, with curled black hairs hanging with crystal-clear water droplets. 　　The distance was so close that Wei Xiaobao's nose almost touched her pubic hair. A drop of water slid down and landed on his nose, cool to the touch. Huang Rong trembled with anger, her trembling breasts revealing a stunningly beautiful face looking down at her. Wei Xiaobao sensed something was wrong. Before he could even admire the beauty before him, Huang Rong's hand transformed into five claws, and she roared, "Where did this lecherous thief come from, daring to spy on this lady? Take this Nine Yin White Bone Claw!" 　　Seeing the danger, Wei Xiaobao immediately used his half-baked Divine Speed Transformation to dodge to the side, but he was still struck by the claw . Huang Rong's claw seemed to carry a high voltage of 100,000 volts, giving Wei Xiaobao a free spiky hairstyle. The little whip pointed straight up, revealing a complete skeleton beneath his translucent, electrified skin. Was this Nine Yin White Bone Claw some kind of electric divine skill? It felt pretty good, though; his penis was erect again. One more time and he'd ejaculate! Before Wei Xiaobao could even process what was happening, he rolled out of the bathhouse. 　　Unexpectedly, a deep male voice rang out from outside the door: "Rong'er, don't worry, I'm here! The Dragon Appears in the Field!" (No more nonsense, it was none other than the honest Guo Jing.) 　　Wei Xiaobao was horrified. Guo Jing, completely naked, swung his enormous hand at him. Between his legs , a massive, dark penis as thick as an arm swayed rhythmically with his movements. 　　Even before it was erect, it was already so astonishing! Wait, so before Wei Xiaobao arrived, this couple had been taking a bath together ! Upon seeing Guo Jing's enormous penis, Wei Xiaobao felt a pang of regret. With this divine whip, what woman would be willing to leave another man? So, the reason the cunning and eccentric Huang Rong was so devoted to the dull and simple-minded Guo Jing was because of this enormous penis! It's hateful that Jin Yong, that old scoundrel, didn't explicitly say so in the novel; wasn't that just asking for trouble? (Why won't you give me one?!) 　　Wei Xiaobao broke out in a cold sweat. In a moment of daze, a flash of inspiration struck him. He used his Divine Speed to its fullest extent, barely dodging the edge of the giant palm. However, a tenth or a twelfth of the force of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms still swept over him. With a loud bang, a human-shaped hole was blasted into the bathroom wall. A mouthful of sweet blood gushed into Wei Xiaobao's mouth and nose with a "pop."

Before he could even catch his breath after being spat out, Huang Rong's second Nine Yin White Bone Claw was already upon him,
crackling electricity flashing between her jade claws as it hurtled towards the top of his head.

Of all people to mess with, he had to mess with a couple taking a bath together. They say encountering naked people makes things easier, but encountering a
naked couple is like attending a funeral; ruining their plans is a death wish. Dodge! Dodge quickly…

With a thought, Wei Xiaobao transformed into a white light and vanished before Guo Jing and Huang Rong. The last image in his mind
was—Huang Rong's dark, lush genitals, and Guo Jing's long, dark penis.

Wei Xiaobao was severely injured by Guo Jing's palm strike, vomiting blood like a woman with irregular menstruation, wave after
wave. Dazed, he flew back to Jin Yong's side, then collapsed, clutching his chest, vomiting blood and convulsing…

…

(To be continued…)

Chapter Two: A Fierce Rewrite: The Unscrupulous Lord's Second Visit to the Palace

Several days later, when Wei Xiaobao awoke, he found Jin Yong smiling at him, a smile
laced with coldness and sarcasm.

Jin Yong stroked his "northern white rhinoceros"-like beard, a gloating expression on his face, and asked, "Lord Wei,
are you fully recovered?"

Hearing that utterly disdainful "concern," Wei Xiaobao knew that Jin Yong must know he had seduced Huang Rong and
returned barely alive, feeling victory was in his grasp, and that rewriting his ending was inevitable.

At this moment, in Xiao Bao's eyes, Jin Yong had transformed into Big Brother B, dressed in a grass skirt, twirling a red ribbon and
dancing wildly, looking smugly beautiful! His expression seemed to tell Wei Xiao Bao that his revisions were absolutely correct, and that he should just accept
his fate. He was born with the means to do what he was meant to do; like begets like. A

good-for-nothing like him was only fit to cheat and swindle his way through life. Everything he had gained had to be returned.
His wife had left him, and he had been exiled to the army—that was retribution for his evil deeds. His tragic fate was meant to warn the world that becoming
a pathetic nobody in the book, someone everyone could mock and ridicule, was the right path.

Thinking of this, Wei Xiaobao was consumed by rage, thinking to himself, "My life is my own, how I live in this
world up to me. They say even tigers don't eat their cubs, and it's only natural for a father to love his son. I say, Jin Lao'er
, as a father, even if I don't become Yao Qingwei, I should at least be like Brother Tianyi! I want to be a rich second-generation! The tall, rich, and handsome
kind !"

Lost in thought, Wei Xiaobao straightened up and, in a few swift movements, climbed a tree like a monkey. Stepping on the thin branches,
he shouted wildly, "I stand on this high hill, my dad is Li Gang! My dad is Li Gang, you deserve it! All that
is past, let's look to the truly remarkable figures, look to my dad Li Gang! My dad is Li Gang, a good wash makes you healthier... Not every glass
of milk is Mengniu, not every dad is named Li Gang! If God could give me a second
chance, I would say five words to that girl: 'My dad is Li Gang.' Searching for him a thousand times, suddenly turning around,
there he is, my dad Li Gang." Two rabbits run side by side, how can you tell if my dad is Li Gang?! The world is full of vicissitudes, but my dad
Li Gang will never grow old... I'm a rogue, who am I afraid of? With my dad Li Gang, even a rogue is not afraid!

After venting his nonsensical rage, Wei Xiaobao looked down and exclaimed, "Huh? When did I catch a 'one-chicken'?" Jin

Yong nearly got Parkinson's from fright, frozen in shock for a moment before muttering, "My friends and I are all stunned!

Li Gang? I was thinking of standing on a hill and shouting that my mother is Meng Ge!"

...

Wei Xiaobao glared angrily at Jin Yong. Even in this state, he's still trying to steal my mother?! If looks could be knives,
they would have already slashed Jin Yong a thousand times over!

Jin Yong ignored Wei Xiaobao's angry gaze, turned sideways, and patted his mandarin jacket: "If you stop here,
I promise you'll be safe and sound, and I'll even give you a few acres of land. You and Shuang'er can live
a peaceful ! How about it?"

Seven beautiful wives! That's like a daily dose of sex from Monday to Sunday! Giving up any
one of them would be fatal for him. Everyone knows the different wonders of those seven beautiful orifices! Are you really going to make him give them up so easily?
Wouldn't his second son become a pitiful twisted rope? "No way!" Wei Xiaobao, in a fit of roguish arrogance, flatly refused Jin Yong.

But deep down, he was genuinely afraid Jin Yong would send him home, so he suppressed his anger. "How can you
give up after just one failure! I'm as handsome as Pan An, as beautiful as a pear blossom overshadowing a crabapple! This is just the beginning.
Giving up after one failure isn't my style. Persistence is a form of perseverance, and not giving up is an attitude.
Isn't failure the mother of success? I'll fight again and again, and I believe I will succeed! We agreed before,
I'll read any of your novels. I believe there must be women among them who are interested in me. I don't know who they are, but how can I find them if I don't
try them ?"

"Tch, what a low-class rogue!" Jin Yong had a headache!

"Really?"

"Really!

"

"Really?"

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"No!"

"Damn!"

"Fuck!"

...

Wei Xiaobao secretly resolved, "I'll never turn back until I hit a brick wall!" He had to win one
over beckoning!

But he had to learn from his mistakes. That old scoundrel Jin Yong hid many secrets in his novels. He
didn't mention Guo Jing's big dick at all. What love? It's all bullshit! What love at first sight, love that grows over time? It's all bullshit!
Girls love big dicks, that's the truth! If you're not having a good time in bed, no woman will be devoted to you. The book's saying that
square faces hide big dicks was definitely true; Huang Rong definitely liked that thing! "If I had that…" *Slap!*
A towel slapped Wei Xiaobao's face, interrupting his contemplation of ideals and life's lessons…

"Wipe your drool. Be grateful you only lost half your life this time. In my books, which
protagonist isn't a peerless martial artist? With your meager skills, you probably couldn't even handle a village girl! Going there again would definitely mean certain death!

You have land but you don't cultivate it. Let me tell you something: if you transmigrate into a book, you're really dead.
Forget about the protagonist's halo. At most, I'll give you a new grave in *The Deer and the Cauldron*! Don't blame me then." Jin Yong looked at
Wei Xiaobao mockingly, his smile full of cunning.

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"No!"

"Damn!"

"Fuck!"

...

Wei Xiaobao hesitated. If he died while playing this time-travel game, what was the point? Without the protagonist's halo,
how could he possibly thrive? Counting money until his hands were sore and chasing girls until his legs were numb was just a pipe dream.
Was it worth risking his life for seven women? No, his life was more important. He should go home with Shuang'er and farm! No, he couldn't
let that old bastard Jin Yong look down on him. He was still angry; he couldn't let the old man off so easily.

Seeing Wei Xiaobao's hesitation, pain, and anger, Jin Yong knew that this scoundrel valued his life more than
anything! He chuckled and said, "I saw that terrifying scene you witnessed in the bathhouse in 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes' very clearly. Let me
be frank : although I wrote the book, I'm not a savior. The rules of each book apply. In
the martial arts world, everything is real. There are no gods, no protagonist's halo, no cheat codes. Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate!
A steamed bun represents a bloody incident. As long as you're in the book, I absolutely cannot and will not interfere. Saving you is
absolutely out of the question. An injury is a real injury, death is a real death. At most, I can guarantee that if you can return to reality, even if you're just barely
alive, I'll save your life. But if you don't come back, then next year I'll burn an extra sheet of paper money at your grave!"

"Two sheets, okay?"

"One!" "

Just two!"

"Half a sheet!"

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"No!"

"Damn!"

"Fuck!"

…

Wei Xiaobao feared for his life, yet couldn't bear to part with those seven beautiful orifices. After much deliberation and agonizing,
his roguish spirit finally erupted. He steeled himself and declared, "A bet's a bet. I'll accept it even if I lose my life."

"Good, that's good!" As expected, Jin Yong understood Wei Xiaobao's gambler's mentality perfectly .
He explained everything clearly to avoid future infamy.

"Wait a minute! Old Jin Yong, you saw everything that happened to me in *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, yet you couldn't interfere?"

Wei Xiaobao sensed something was amiss.

"That's a must! A book is a monitor, a live broadcast, you know? 360-degree 7.1-
channel surround sound, 3D holographic images! Brew a pot of tea, how short is life! This is my book, I can
read it however I want, from any angle I wish. I just need to channel
a wisp of my pen's spirit into you, and that's it! Understand? Because you possess the spirit of my pen
, I can only watch, not interfere. You can jump around freely in the book, I can only observe! But however you want to jump
, just be careful not to kill yourself, or I'll have no show to watch." Jin Yong's mustache
twitched with pride.

"Is this some kind of monkey show? Am I performing a monkey show? The autumn wind carries tidings, the cool moon shines endlessly, my
longing is like a year passing in a day! Why am I so unlucky..." Wei Xiaobao lamented.

"You're not happy? If you're not happy, then lean against the wall and go back to where you came from." Jin Yong rolled his eyes. So
what if I'm messing with you?

Fine, there's nothing in common with this guy. Wei Xiaobao gritted his teeth: "You old bastard, you old scoundrel, you win. I admit
it. Just wait and see the show. If

I don't turn the world upside down, I'm not Lord Wei!" Jin Yong adopted a "let me do whatever I want, I'm in charge" attitude. In his novels, he was
God ; what was he afraid of, Wei Xiaobao?

"Are you going now?" Jin Yong asked.

Wei Xiaobao's eyes darted around several times. The bloody reality of Guo Jing and Huang Rong made him hesitant
to act rashly. He had to learn from that lesson; he wouldn't fight a battle he wasn't sure of winning! Guo Jing, Huang Rong! He
absolutely had to avenge them, and he would repay them double in due time. The time wasn't right yet; he'd better hold back. He
told , "My bones are still a little sore, so I need to rest for a few more days."

Jin Yong knew this guy was full of tricks and never told the truth, but he didn't expose him. He just told him to rest
for many days as he wanted and then ignored him

. After thinking for several days, Wei Xiaobao felt he had to finish something important before leaving.

Through his observations over the past few days, he discovered that Jin Yong had a habit: every day after lunch, he would drink a bottle of Brain Gold (a health supplement)
and then sleep for a few hours. Only during this time were his martial arts manuscripts locked in his desk. At night, these
manuscripts would be locked in a safe, and

Wei Xiaobao could only do what he needed to do while Jin Yong was napping. The thought of Brain Gold? Wei Xiaobao was certain that Jin Yong had lost his mind. If drinking such a horribly-tasting medicine
worked, pigs would fly! He was getting more and more confused with age!

Wei Xiaobao had once stolen a bottle when Jin Yong wasn't looking. It had a strange taste,
like —an indescribable and extremely unpalatable flavor. (Poor Lord Wei usually eats
free-range chickens and ducks, fed only bran and vegetables; he had no idea that there were such things as factory-farmed chickens and hormone-treated chickens.

He was completely unaware that modern people drink melamine-tainted milk, use gutter oil for cooking,
have pork adulterated with clenbuterol, and their chili peppers dyed with Sudan Red and fumigated with sulfur… There's nothing they can't
do! In this era, organic food is a luxury.)

That day, after Jin Yong finished his afternoon nap and drank some Brain Gold, Wei Xiaobao rushed into Jin Yong's study and used one of his three treasured possessions—a
dagger—to pry open… He took out his copy of *The Deer and the Cauldron* from his desk drawer, flipped to the page describing himself
, and began to write, adding a few convoluted lines (Wei Xiaobao can write?
Like a sow going to space! This is fiction, for plot purposes, please don't take it too seriously). He wrote furiously—"Wei Xiaobao, penis 1.8 feet long, testicles as thick as a cow's, scrotum like
a goose egg, a divine sexual organ, able to last half a day without ejaculating, unforgettable after one taste."

After finishing the revision, fearing discovery, Wei Xiaobao cut two blank lines from the manuscript, wiped his nose,
carefully smeared the revised words, and sealed them securely. He then poured a large cup of hot water from Jin Yong's large cup on his desk,
gently ironed the paper strips flat, examined them carefully, and, finding no flaws, put the manuscript back. Jin Yong, with his failing eyesight,
probably wouldn't notice anything, hehe! Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him; he took out the manuscript of *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, intending to modify it directly.
He had already finished Huang Rong's part, but upon touching the manuscript, he couldn't even open it, let alone revise it.
He realized he could only modify his own world! Fine, he had to experience it for himself!

Wei Xiaobao finished tidying his desk and decided to go meet Huang Rong! He didn't want Jin Yong to wake up and discover he
'd tampered with the book! Since he was already inside, Jin Yong was helpless, so he might as well strike while the iron was hot and make a quick
escape! Forcing the issue was his specialty! He'd act immediately and make that old bastard Jin Yong regret it. "
Sister Huang, I'm here! This time I'll make you feel like you're dying of pleasure! Hehe, what a dark cunt! Lord Wei likes it..."

Holding the manuscript of *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, he carefully searched the dark and windy night. With a wolfish howl and a thought
, a flash of white light, and he once again entered the world of *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*!

(To be continued...)

Chapter 3: A Dark Night of Murder - Wei Xiaobao's Huge Penis Teases Huang Rong

Upon entering the book, Wei Xiaobao knew something was wrong. With a loud "rip," his pants were torn apart by his regressive penis, exposing his enormous cock to the air! It was utterly bizarre! He
couldn't care less about anything else. With his long testicles exposed, he staggered into the Guo residence, found
Huang Rong 's room, moistened his middle finger with saliva, poked a small hole in a window, and
peered into the room with a thieving eye.

As expected, darkness makes things easier. Under the dim light, on a large bed, a curtain half-covered a snow-white
body—none other than Huang Rong. Huang Rong was kneeling, her hands behind her back, her beautiful legs clad in
white stockings, her sexy buttocks raised high. Guo Jing, his muscular body exposed, was thrusting his large testicles
in and out of Huang Rong's vagina with great fervor. The squelching sounds of his thrusting filled the air.
The , the louder Huang Rong cried out, "Brother Jing, oh... oh... you're killing Rong'er... why
are you so much more vigorous than usual just because I'm wearing stockings... oh... it's so big, Brother Jing, your thing is so long
... Rong'er is going to be pierced through..."

Wei Xiaobao looked closely and realized that Guo Jing's penis was being used in Huang Rong's vagina through a black stocking
. So that's how stockings could be used? Without realizing it, Wei Xiaobao also pulled out a black stocking from his pocket
(he had taken it from Jin Yong when he left, and he had all sorts of colors), put it on his penis, and stroked it a couple of times. The smooth, silky
stocking felt incredibly smooth and pleasurable, and his penis quickly became erect, feeling even harder than usual. This stocking was truly
wonderful. Jin Yong, the old man, had such a taste for this. He was over eighty years old; I wonder how many times he could use it to get off a load?

Under the lamplight, Guo Jing grinned foolishly, ignoring Huang Rong's calls. He straddled Huang Rong's hips,
assumed a horse stance, and thrust his long penis to its fullest extent, causing Huang Rong to twist and scream. When she turned her head to look at Guo Jing on top of her,
Wei Xiaobao realized that Huang Rong's eyes were covered by two overlapping black strips of cloth, and her hands
were bound with a red rope. With her eyes covered, how could she see anything?

These past few days, Wei Xiaobao had been staying in Jin Yong's room, idly flipping through a few books. He learned that this kind of blindfolded,
bound play was called SM. Guo Jing was quite skilled at it; this honest man must have done it countless times before. Seeing Huang Rong's dark vulva
dripping with lustful fluid, her toes practically pointing outwards, Wei Xiaobao was even more convinced of his judgment: to win over Huang Rong,
he had to do it in bed.

Wei Xiaobao swallowed hard, staring at Huang Rong's fair skin on the bed. He wondered if it would be
any different with a married woman. Just thinking about a married woman made Wei Xiaobao's heart pound, a strange thrill swirling within him.
Today, he was going to take Huang Rong; Guo Jing was definitely going to wear that cuckold's horns!

No time to lose, he just needed to create an opportunity. Fishing in troubled waters was his forte. "Great Bull God, here I come!"

Immediately, Wei Xiaobao, wielding his large bird, darted around the mansion and set several fires. Taking advantage of the chaos, he knocked down several
guards in the prison, and with his razor-sharp dagger, he sliced open the prison's lock, releasing all the prisoners. Soon,
Guo Jing's mansion was in complete disarray, filled with cries for help and flames soaring into the sky.

Returning to Huang Rong's room, he saw Guo Jing hurriedly dressing, pulling up his trousers, grabbing one boot and slipping it on.
Disheveled he ran towards the door, saying to Huang Rong, who was still slumped on the bed, "Rong'er, wait a moment,
I'll be right back!"

No sooner had Guo Jing left than Wei Xiaobao darted inside, returning shortly to the bedside. Huang Rong lay
naked, half-hidden in a snow-white silk quilt. Her skin was like solidified cream, and
the silk was as white as snow, the two complementing each other. Her half-exposed breasts rose and fell with her even breathing, one of her delicate breasts trembling outside the quilt, the rosy
nipple erect, like a flower bud swaying in the night breeze. The cloth covering Huang Rong's eyes was still on, but she
was already asleep. One of her jade legs, wrapped in white silk stockings, was open outside the quilt,
and her pubic hair was covered with spots of semen. A stream of viscous white semen flowed from her secret place, hanging halfway in
the center of her concave anus without dripping.

Wei Xiaobao's heart leaped into his throat. He had thought Huang Rong, as described by Jin Yong, was clever but lacked sex appeal,
but seeing her in person, he was an absolute stunner, breathtakingly beautiful. Wei Xiaobao quickly swallowed the drool that was practically
dripping from his mouth, staring blankly. He quickly stripped off his clothes, leaving only the black
stockings still covering his penis. He tugged at the lace top of the stockings, covering his two drooping testicles, and stroked his penis
a couple of times. His dark penis was fully erect, as long as his arm, and looked quite menacing under the light.

Wei Xiaobao, with his penis erect, untied the red rope from Huang Rong's hands, took several sets of steel shackles he had taken from the prison,
put them on Huang Rong's hands and feet, and wrapped the long chains around two thick pillars in the room. This was a
chivalrous woman who could take his life at any moment; caution was paramount, and he had to be fully prepared.

Everything was prepared perfectly. Xiao Bao pulled back the brocade quilt and pounced on Huang Rong on the bed. Her fragrant body filled him
with pleasure , and his penis stood erect. Huang Rong, half-asleep, murmured, "Brother Jing, why are you back so quickly
... You're back to do this to me again? You're so naughty."

Wei Xiao Bao didn't answer. Just now, he watched Guo Jing do this to Huang Rong. Guo Jing hadn't uttered a word, just kept going at it,
going at it hard . It seemed that this couple was like this in bed all the time, one silently fucking hard, the other moaning
... "Can you even do this?" "

Wrong ass, my foot! I'm going to fuck your asshole and pound your chrysanthemum!" Wei Xiao Bao thought viciously. This asshole
definitely hadn't been touched by Guo Jing before. He wondered if Guo Jing had deflowered her in the front, but this back was being...
Wei Xiaobao lost his virginity. In this game of penetration, I, Wei Xiaobao, can be considered to be on par with her husband, right? Damn it
, I came with a devout heart, but you want to kill me. If I don't fuck you to death, I, Wei Xiaobao,
will have lived in vain.

The tight anus became more and more lubricated, and Wei Xiaobao's thrusting made it wider and wider. His thick penis almost
burst Huang Rong's buttocks apart. Even though a small part of his thick and long penis could not be inserted, the gripping
sensation of the penis still strongly stimulated Wei Xiaobao, giving every nerve in him unprecedented satisfaction.

Wei Xiaobao thrust into Huang Rong's anus with increasing ferocity, while Huang Rong, holding onto two chains,
hoisted herself up, her cries of pleasure never ceasing. "This...this...ow...ow...ow...owowowow...

this...this ass play, it feels so good...ow...ow...Brother Jing,
how come you're so amazing tonight...you still haven't come yet...are you going to play Rong'er to death...ow...ow...

ow...

ow...you damned Brother Jing...I'm going to die...I'm going to die...you're still going in...still going in..."

…Insert… Ouch… Ouch… Dead… Dead, really dead…”

Suddenly, Huang Rong gasped for breath, her legs trembling, her whole body convulsing, her teeth clenched, her lower body
collapsing, a string of clear liquid suddenly shooting out of her vagina. Huang Rong had urinated, Huang Rong had been made to urinate by Wei Xiaobao
, the urine flowing in streams, spraying and spraying, the first stream of liquid
shooting high, drenching Wei Xiaobao's face, the room filled with a lingering smell of urine, this Huang Rong… "That piss
really smells."

Wei Xiaobao suddenly felt a surge of heat run through his lower back, and his ejaculation failed him. An even stronger surge of heat rushed through his
long penis. Wei Xiaobao pulled out his penis, along with the black stockings covering it, and shoved it into
Huang Rong's still panting mouth. The timing was perfect; before Huang Rong could even react,
a thick stream of semen shot into her mouth, filling it completely. The sheer volume of semen caused Huang Rong to
cough violently, and almost all of the coughed-up semen was absorbed by Wei Xiaobao. The thick, fist
-sized thick, sexy red lips tightly closed around Wei Xiaobao
's fierce glans. A mouthful of semen was forced down her throat, being pushed and swallowed.

When Wei Xiaobao pulled his penis out of Huang Rong's mouth, he pulled down his black stockings and
put them inside her mouth. He then stuffed the lace top of the stockings, which was hanging outside her mouth, into her mouth as well. Huang Rong bit down on the full wad of black stockings,
as if savoring it. Suddenly, she spat out the stockings and cried out, "Ah—you..." "It's not Brother Jing, his
doesn't taste like this. Who are you?"

Huang Rong's furious voice startled Wei Xiaobao, who knew he'd been exposed. Without a word, he finished dressing on the ground.
Huang Rong yanked the chains, making a loud swishing sound. She knew she was locked up and was extremely angry.
She used the internal energy of the Nine Yin Manual to its fullest extent, spitting out a mouthful of hot blood. The force contained in the blood instantly broke the iron chains binding her limbs. She ripped off
the black cloth covering her face and saw that the person in front of her was none other than the lecherous thief who had ruined her and her husband's affair in the bathhouse the other day.

Huang Rong was filled with shame and embarrassment. She was ashamed that she had been taken by someone who wasn't her husband, and angry that
she had actually moaned with such pleasure. She had never felt this good in bed with her husband. A surge of anger and shame
rushed to her head, and she coughed up another mouthful of blood. Looking at the strange, lewd
man she wondered what grudge she had against him to be defiled by this unknown man. The thought that she had
not only been violated in the place her husband frequented, but had also been humiliated by having her anus violated, caused the third, fourth, and nth mouthful
of blood to finally erupt uncontrollably...

Wei Xiaobao stared dumbfounded at Huang Rong, who was coughing up blood incessantly. He thought, "How can Huang Rong's body be so
delicate? She coughs up blood incessantly after her anus is violated. Will she suddenly die? If so,
the story of Jin Yong's Legend of the Condor Heroes will have to be rewritten." Huang Rong died suddenly on a certain day of a certain year, coughing up blood. The cause of death is unknown and awaits investigation
...

"You lecherous scoundrel, prepare to die!" Huang Rong suddenly roared, unleashing a powerful Nine Yin White Bone Claw
strike, crackling with blue electricity, aimed at Wei Xiaobao's head.

Wei Xiaobao's scalp tingled. He'd been thoroughly
enjoying pleasure would win Huang Rong's heart and make her devoted to him
. But who knew she'd turn on him so quickly and try to kill him? Didn't that Zhang guy say, "The passage to a woman's soul is
her vagina "? Damn that old bitch! Who said women become devoted after sex? It's all bullshit! Turning her back on you
is the truth; a vagina's pleasure doesn't define a penis!

(Zhang guy smiles smugly, "Come on, handsome, you've been celibate for so long!")

Wei Xiaobao knew he couldn't dodge Huang Rong's full-force Nine Yin White Bone Claw. Since he'd already avenged himself,
there was no hope of winning Huang Rong's heart. Huang Rong wasn't his type! Now was the time to escape!

"Zhang Moumou, you son of a bitch! I'm outta here!" Suddenly, Wei Xiaobao transformed into a ball of white light and vanished into
the void. Hundreds of claw shadows swept across, smashing a huge crater into the floor where Wei Xiaobao had stood, leveling half
the house . Amidst the crashing rubble and a cloud of dust, a naked, beautiful figure stood
, her white stockings stained gray by the dust. Huang Rong, her face filled with desolation, coughed up another mouthful of blood.
She could no longer support herself and collapsed amidst the rubble, gazing at the vanished Wei Xiaobao, unsure whether to feel hatred or love.

……………………

(To be continued...)

Author's Note: Alright, stop complaining! It's the New Year, quite festive, so let's give everyone an ending first!

An Ending That Isn't an Ending

Several days after returning, Wei Xiaobao, having secluded himself to reflect, finally cleared his mind, banishing the shadows from his heart,
and without a trace of cloud, went to see Jin Yong.

Jin Yong chuckled as he looked at Xiao Bao before him, saying nothing. With a wave of his hand, he opened several books, and the images within
gradually became clear—one: A slender, jade-like hand lifted the curtain, and a young girl entered. The girl wore
a light, gauze-like white dress, as if shrouded in mist and smoke. She appeared to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. Except for her black hair
, her entire body was snow-white, her face exquisitely beautiful, though her skin lacked color, making her appear unusually pale. This
girl was elegant and refined, almost unbearably so, yet her expression was cold and indifferent; truly as pure as snow, and as cold as ice.
Snow, it was truly impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry, sorrowful or joyful.

Secondly: A beautiful woman in palace attire, holding a long sword, though possessing graceful bearing, seemed not to be alive,
but rather a jade statue carved from white jade. This jade statue was the same size as a living person, its pale yellow silk robe trembling slightly;

even more remarkable were its pair of bright, sparkling eyes, full of spirit. The pupils were carved from black gemstones, appearing deeper
the more one , with a subtle, flowing light within. The reason this jade statue seemed so lifelike was primarily due to the lively quality of its eyes.

A faint blush shone through the white jade's texture on the statue's face, making it indistinguishable from ordinary skin. When one looked at the jade statue,
it seemed as if its gaze followed the movement, as if it had come alive. The expression in its eyes was even more unfathomable, seemingly joyful yet
sorrowful, seemingly filled with deep affection.

Aside from the difference in clothing, the girl's face shape, eyes, nose, lips, ears, skin tone, figure, hands,
and feet were all identical to the jade statue, as if she had come to life.

Thirdly, the newcomer was a beautiful young woman. She wore purple, had a slender figure, and was the same
woman riding a white horse whom they had encountered on the way. She carried a bundle on her back—wasn't it the one she had lost at the inn?
She had an oval face, long eyebrows, and although her skin was slightly dark, it couldn't hide her beautiful figure and radiant beauty.

Fourthly, the young gentleman was exceptionally handsome, with bright, clear eyes. He held a folding fan
with a white jade handle, and his hand holding the handle was so white that it was indistinguishable from the fan handle itself.

This gentleman was actually a woman. She drank her wine in one gulp, displaying great generosity. With each dish served, she was always the first to grab a
bite, her face flushed with a slight intoxication, enhancing her beauty. Beautiful women
are usually either gentle and graceful or charming and alluring, but this young lady possesses a striking beauty, with a touch of heroism and a hint of boldness
. She is also dignified and elegant, exuding a dignified air that commands respect and prevents one from looking directly at her.

Fifth: In the clear stream, two reflections appeared. A young girl was clutching her vest.

The girl's soft body and her long hair brushing against his face caused him a moment of bewilderment.

Looking at the reflection in the water, he saw half of the girl's face, her eyes closed, her eyelashes very long. Although the reflection
was indistinct, her beauty was undeniable; she was clearly seventeen or eighteen years old. Seeing her beautiful face in the clear stream
was like being in a fairyland.

Sixth:……………………

Thirteenth:…………………………

"They're all beauties!" Unconsciously, several streams of water had already trickled down Wei Xiaobao's lips. He was already secretly comparing the size of
her breasts and the shape of her legs!

Jin Yong was quite annoyed by Wei Xiaobao's lewd appearance. He snapped the still-delusional Wei Xiaobao out of his reverie: "Wipe your drool
, or the water meter will be checked!"

"Ah, no, didn't we just pay the water bill?" Wei Xiaobao blurted out.

…

Gazing at the dozen or so beautiful figures before him, Wei Xiaobao was momentarily at a loss. He scratched his head, thinking
, "Too few cunts and my dick isn't satisfying, too many cunts and my dick is even less satisfying? Which one should I fuck? I'll fuck him to death…" " Can we fuck them

all together?"

"No

!"

"Really

?" "Really!"

"Really!"

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"No!"

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

[The End]

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