[Moonlight Burns the Heart]

Chapter 1

: The backyard was ablaze with peonies in full bloom, their vibrant reds and whites proudly blossoming amidst the green leaves. Layer upon layer of petals clustered together, forming a magnificent sea of flowers under the sunlight, an overwhelming and awe-inspiring sight. In April, the most sensational event in Luoyang was undoubtedly the peony season. The ground was covered in delicate blossoms, the streets filled with fragrance—a spectacle unseen for over a decade. Compared to the desolation and war of previous years, the renewed fervor of the people of Luoyang was a sign of peace and stability.

"The peony reigns supreme among flowers, especially the king among them. Its four colors transform into a hundred, each with its own fragrance. This description of its heavenly fragrance is perfectly fitting. Looking at this garden full of national beauty, Elder Sun is truly a refined gentleman, worthy of the title 'Saint of Flowers',"

praised a tall man with a sword slung across his back, suggesting he was a martial arts practitioner. A group of people stood around him, dressed similarly. "Not at all, not at all, my friends in the martial world are too kind. I'm just too obsessed with flowers and plants; that's what I'm neglecting my duties,"

a white-haired old man in a blue brocade robe said with a smile, stroking his beard. He seemed quite pleased with the praise. He stretched out his hand, with its mottled knuckles, and gently touched the delicate petals he had carefully tended. For some reason, a hint of worry flickered in his eyes.

This old man was named Sun Kese. "Saint of Flowers" was just a nickname given to him by people in the martial world because of his obsession with flowers. In fact, he was known in the martial world as "Thousand-Mile Schemer." He was originally the leader of the Azure Dragon Sect, but he was famous for his scheming. He had a wide circle of friends in the martial world, comparable to Meng Chang. Later, for some unknown reason, he surrendered to the imperial court and became a guest advisor to Prince Ning, helping him to organize his army. However, more than ten years ago, Prince Ning's rebellion ended in failure, and all his followers were wiped out. Yet, he mysteriously remained unscathed, leading some to suspect the reasons behind his survival. Later, he resigned from his position as sect leader and retired unscathed. He moved his entire family to Luoyang, but still maintained close ties with various sects and aristocratic families in the martial arts world.

This spring, the peonies were in full bloom, and he contacted dozens of major sects and families to attend the flower-viewing banquet at the Sun family mansion in Luoyang, which was today. In the past few days, martial arts figures from all walks of life had gathered in Luoyang; only a handful of people in the entire martial arts world had such influence. But what was it about this man that worried him?

“Master,” a male servant stepped forward, bowing and presenting an exquisite invitation card, “a letter of greeting from the Xuanmen Sect.”

“Please come in quickly,”

Sun Kese said, his voice carrying a barely perceptible urgency.

A moment later, the servant led two people to the backyard. On the left was a boy of about fourteen years old, dressed in white, with exquisitely handsome features. He hadn't yet undergone his coming-of-age ceremony, his hair casually draped, and he looked quite adorable.

On the right, however, was a strange person. How strange? Despite the warm spring weather, he was still dressed in a black robe, tightly wrapped even around the neck, making him look somewhat bulky, as if he were wearing many layers underneath. He wore a crown, black gloves, and black shoes, revealing not a single inch of skin. Indeed, not a single inch of skin was visible; even his face was covered by a bronze mask. A figure completely shrouded in black appeared amidst the sea of flowers, the bronze mask on his face gleaming coldly in the sunlight—a truly eerie sight.

Before Sun Kese could even speak, the two had already stepped forward and bowed. "Junior Xie Qingzhu (Lin Fan) greets Elder Sun,"

the young man's voice was clear and melodious, while the strange man's voice was hoarse and eerie, as if it came from deep within his throat. The young man smiled and said, "My master has been in seclusion since receiving Elder Sun's invitation in February, and cannot leave Xuantian Palace for the time being. He sent my third senior brother and me to Elder Sun's flower-viewing banquet. Seeing you today, you truly leave us juniors in awe."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Sun Keze's eyes, but it was so quick that no one noticed. He immediately reached out to help her up, smiling repeatedly, "I never expected Brother Lin's disciple to be such a handsome man."

Everyone present nodded in agreement, but this handsome man was definitely only referring to Xie Qingzhu.

Although Lin Fan and Xie Qingzhu were the third and fourth disciples of the Xuanmen Sect, and had basically never left the sect, their reputation in the martial arts world had gradually grown in the past two years. After all, they were the disciples of Lin Xiao, the sect leader of the Xuanmen Sect and one of the four strongest figures in the martial arts world. It was strange that, given their relationship, the sect leader hadn't come in person, and the disciples who did come weren't the head disciple or the now-famous second disciple, but rather two junior disciples, especially the third disciple, Lin Fan, who seemed rather odd.

"Truly, the younger generation surpasses the older, making us old folks quite envious,"

Sun Kese said, then led the two to introduce the various martial arts figures present, including sect leaders and representatives of the head disciples. The two greeted each of them. Those present were all highly respected figures in the martial arts world; it was practically a small martial arts gathering. After the introductions, everyone continued to chatter and appreciate the peonies.

Xie Qingzhu wore a cute smile, her eyes crinkling with laughter, but her inner child felt utterly bored with all the formalities. Although it was a gathering of martial arts figures, it wasn't a martial arts tournament; they weren't there to compete, but to pay respects to their elders. And while the flowers were beautiful, they were just that—beautiful. Having nothing to do was incredibly frustrating. Especially…

He glanced at Lin Fan, thinking to himself, especially coming with this gloomy third senior brother. No matter what he said, Lin Fan barely responded, not even a single word in ten sentences. It would be so much better to come with the second senior brother; it would be much more interesting.

As he thought this, he saw Lin Fan slowly lower his head, his black-gloved hand gently lifting a delicate pink Yaochi Spring flower, the dew on its petals glistening.

Chapter Two of "Moonfire Burning the Heart":

"Master, Palace Master Ye and her entourage from Jingming Palace have arrived."

A male servant stepped forward and presented their visiting cards. Upon hearing this, a commotion arose in the surrounding crowd. It was as if this Palace Master Ye was some extraordinary figure.

"Quickly, please come in,"

said Sun Keze. The commotion continued, but Xie Qingzhu and Lin Fan were puzzled, unaware of who this Palace Master Ye was.

Only when the male servant led the group of beautiful Daoist nuns forward did the two understand what was going on. The woman at the head of the group appeared to be in her early twenties, wearing a loose blue Taoist robe that accentuated her slender waist. Her long, glossy black hair was meticulously tied into a bun, adorned with a long silver hairpin and ribbons tied on either side, making her appear ethereal and otherworldly. Her skin was fair, her features exquisite, and her lips were like painted rouge—she was breathtakingly beautiful. The moment she appeared, everyone's eyes lit up, and they rushed forward to greet her.

"They say a beautiful flower and a stunning beauty are a perfect match, but with Fairy Ye's arrival, all the beauties in my garden pale in comparison,"

Sun Keze said with a bow and a smile.

"I am a hermit, how could I

presume to be beautiful?" Palace Master Ye smiled slightly, her voice sweet and pleasant. "Elder Sun, your flower banquet is truly elegant. We are fortunate to be here, thanks to your blessing."

"Not at all, it's all thanks to your presence,"

the crowd began exchanging pleasantries.

Xie Qingzhu suddenly remembered—could this be Ye Mei, the so-called number one beauty of the martial arts world? Born into a martial arts family, she was once the most beautiful woman, captivating countless heroes who all fell at her feet. However, for some unknown reason, she became a Daoist nun and later changed her name to Ye Zhen. She also founded the now-famous Jingming Palace, a palace filled entirely with female Daoist nuns, sparking endless speculation. Surprisingly, she was over thirty years old but looked like she was in her early twenties.

Just as she was lost in thought, she heard Sun Kese say, "By the way, the two esteemed disciples of Sect Master Lin of the Xuanmen Sect, I presume you haven't met them before, Fairy?"

"Oh?"

Ye Zhen raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled, "Please, Elder Sun, introduce us."

Sun Kese led the two to her side, and Lin Fan and Xie Qingzhu quickly stepped forward to greet him and introduce themselves.

Ye Zhen smiled slightly, her smile as vibrant as a peony, captivating all who beheld her. She then asked, "...How is your master's health?"

Xie Qingzhu quickly replied, "Thank you for your concern, Senior. My master is well."

Ye Zhen maintained her smile, though a hint of something unreadable flashed in her eyes. She simply replied, "That's good."

Then she looked at Lin Fan with apparent interest, asking, "Why is Nephew Lin wearing a mask?"

Many present wanted to ask this question, but out of respect for the Xuanmen Sect, no one dared to speak first.

Lin Fan was about to speak when Xie Qingzhu interjected, "Reporting to Senior, my senior brother was injured in a fire when his family was young, leaving him with facial and body wounds. He wore a mask to avoid alarming everyone."

The others suddenly understood and couldn't help but sigh at Lin Fan's tragic situation. They then resumed their conversation about peonies.

Xie Qingzhu tugged at Lin Fan's sleeve and said, "Third Senior Brother, don't take it to heart."

Lin Fan simply nodded, indicating that he didn't mind.

Xie Qingzhu glanced at Ye Zhen in the crowd again and said to Lin Fan, "That Fairy Ye's tone when she talked about Master was strange. Do you think they're up to something?"

Lin Fan suddenly flicked Xie Qingzhu's Tianzong acupoint. Although it was just a light flick, it immediately made Xie Qingzhu feel a tingling pain, but not enough to make him cry out. Lin Fan said in a hoarse voice, "Junior Brother, although you've only recently joined the sect, it's best not to speak ill of the sect."

Xie Qingzhu endured the pain and could only reply, "Yes, Senior Brother, I understand."

This Third Senior Brother was different from him. He only became a disciple of the master at the age of ten, while the Third Senior Brother had grown up by the master's side since childhood. But strangely, he didn't have much contact with his fellow disciples. No one knew how good his martial arts were or what his personality was like, but they all knew he was a formidable fellow.

Lin Fan patted his back, and the pain immediately disappeared. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It was already noon, and the guests had all arrived. Sun Kese instructed his servants to bring out tables and chairs, setting up a banquet amidst the sea of flowers. Servants bustled about, and soon tea and refreshments were prepared. Everyone took their seats, finding the fragrance of peonies and the enjoyment of tea and refreshments an exquisite pleasure.

"We've also prepared some side dishes later; please enjoy,"

Sun Kese said with a hearty laugh, seated at the head of the table. "It is truly an honor for this old man to have such distinguished guests gathered here today."

Everyone quickly rose to return the greeting: "Thank you, Elder Sun."

Suddenly, a young man's voice rang out from the crowd: "Such a grand occasion, Elder Sun, have you forgotten about the people of Tianshui Palace?" (

Chapter 3, "Burning Heart of Moonlight ")

A young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old stepped out from the crowd. He wore a magnificent silk robe, a brocade crown, and a beautifully decorated sword at his waist. He was handsome and refined, possessing the air of a noble young master.

Everyone was taken aback. They hadn't seen this person in the crowd before; he seemed to have appeared out of nowhere without a sound. And Tianshui Palace—wasn't that the headquarters of the evil Tianshui Sect, founded nearly ten years ago by Poisonous Jade Fox, one of the Four Saints? Countless powerful and influential sects, martial arts families, and even high-ranking officials had been ruthlessly wiped out by Tianshui Palace. The righteous sects and Tianshui Palace were irreconcilable enemies; how could someone from Tianshui Palace suddenly be here?

"You monster, how dare you provoke us, the orthodox martial arts sects?"

a man shouted. The crowd echoed him, some already cursing, the atmosphere boiling like a pot of water.

The young man, however, seemed oblivious, gently holding a freshly picked white peony in his hand, sniffing it lightly. His elegant demeanor was utterly refined, showing no resemblance to the rumored cruel and bloodthirsty people of Tianshui Palace. Just as everyone was about to question him, the young man smiled, bowed to Sun Kese, and said, "Elder Sun, my surname is Chen, and my given name is Zhizhao. I am the chief disciple of the Tianshui Sect Master. As agreed, we have come today to retrieve what was promised to us by our master."

His demeanor was indeed extraordinary; he was the eldest disciple of the Poison Sect.

"We?" Could it be that this young man wasn't alone? Everyone was startled. Several dark figures suddenly darted out from the sea of peonies, moving silently. In the blink of an eye, four gray-clad men stood before, behind, to the left, and to the right of Sun Kese. Upon closer inspection, they were four indistinguishable, indifferent faces, yet their movements were equally ghostly. The crowd was both shocked and furious, but dared not attack rashly without knowing their identities, fearing they might harm Elder Sun. Surrounded on all sides, Sun Kese feigned composure and said, "Take? With your imposing presence, can you still call it 'taking'?"

"Oh dear," Chen Zhizhao merely frowned, "According to the invitation from Tianshui Palace, the courtesy is more than sufficient, so naturally it is taken. Could it be... could it be that Elder Sun refuses to hand over 'Burning Moon'?"

Burning Moon, a term never heard before, secretly surprised everyone. How could something of interest to members of a heretical cult be something ordinary? They secretly memorized the name.

Sun Kese laughed loudly and said, "This old man has never heard of 'Burning Moon'. Even if you traitors kill this old man, it will be of no use."

"You!..."

Chen Zhizhao gritted his teeth, squeezed hard, and the snow-white petals scattered all over the ground, actually crushing the peony he was holding.

Seeing this, Ye Zhen quickly stepped forward and said loudly, "Fellow members of the Tianshui Sect, you were not invited to today's banquet, and Elder Sun seems unaware of what you desire. You are not welcome here; please leave. If you wish to engage in martial arts competition, we will seek your guidance at the Tianshui Palace another day."

Chen Zhizhao narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Another day? Today, heroes gather; why wait until another day?"

These words severely enraged the righteous sects present, who glared and drew their swords. A disciple of the Cangshan Sect shouted, "This scoundrel has dared to provoke us! Today, I will ensure these heretical demons never return!"

The crowd chanted in unison, "Never return! Never return!"

The atmosphere was instantly powerful.

Chen Zhizhao laughed, "Does the righteous sect intend to bully the weak with numbers today? If the seniors here make their move, we juniors will naturally have no chance of returning. However, if we do this, the whole world will laugh at you for bullying the younger generation of martial arts with your numbers."

Ye Zhen hadn't expected the consequences of his words, but he still continued, "Then what do you intend to do?"

Chen Zhizhao laughed, "We have cultivated in Tianshui Palace for many years, yet we are unaware of the superb skills of the heroes of the world. Today, we take this opportunity to challenge the martial arts heroes of our generation present here. If any one of them defeats me, we will naturally return to Tianshui Palace. But if I am fortunate enough to defeat you all... Elder Sun, you will have to trouble yourself to come with us to Tianshui Palace as guests."

These words were extremely arrogant and rude. He actually wanted to challenge all the emerging martial arts stars of all the sects by himself. These young heroes valued their reputation the most and could not tolerate being provoked. They would draw their swords against each other at the slightest disagreement. How much more so would they be subjected to such blatant contempt from the evil cult, the public enemy of the martial arts world?

As expected, the Cangshan Sect disciple's forehead veins bulged, and he shouted, "We'll experience the Tianshui Palace's superior skills!" He

drew his sword and charged forward.

Chen Zhizhao easily blocked, then pushed him away with a backhand, sending the Cangshan Sect disciple flying outwards, spitting blood, his eyes bloodshot. He hadn't expected his full-force attack to be so futile; filled with bitterness, he choked and fainted.

Ye Zhen's heart tightened: "Impressive internal energy! I didn't expect this young man to have such abundant internal energy. No wonder he boasted so much. Even my disciples might be..."

Seeing their fellow disciple humiliated, the other disciples of the Cangshan Sect were furious. They exchanged glances, and the six of them simultaneously drew their swords, turned around, and used their footwork to surround Chen Zhizhao, attacking in unison with varying offensive and defensive stances, their silver sword lights forming a continuous blur. Someone in the crowd shouted, "The Cangshan Sect's 'Cangfeng Sword Formation'!"

"All at once?"

Chen Zhizhao smiled contemptuously and said, "That saves trouble..."

He moved lightly, dodging quickly amidst the sword light. The crowd saw the sword light as a net, fine and dense, ever-changing, yet unable to harm Chen Zhizhao in the slightest.

"Third Senior Brother, it seems the Cangshan Sect has really lost face this time,"

Xie Qingzhu said softly to Lin Fan, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He was already annoyed that the Flower Appreciation Banquet was devoid of martial arts competitions and he had nothing to do, and now he was eager to try his hand at it. "Can I..."

Lin Fan shook his head and said, "Master instructed us not to cause trouble."

Xie Qingzhu pursed her lips and said softly, "How can this be considered causing trouble..."

Just then, one of the six attackers coughed up blood and staggered back several steps, suffering a serious internal injury. Their Cangfeng Sword Formation suddenly broke, and the other five seemed unable to hold on, retreating several steps with several cuts on their bodies from the sword wind. One of them, ignoring his own injuries, hurriedly helped the injured man up, calling out, "Junior Brother! Are you alright?"

Everyone was speechless. Six against one, and with the world-renowned and ever-changing Cangfeng Sword Formation, they had still been defeated. This young man's martial arts were even comparable to those of the sect leaders and masters present.

"That's enough,"

Ye Zhen said, raising her hand. Her bright eyes darted around, her mind racing with countless thoughts. She said in a clear voice, "You are a disciple of the Jade Fox Sect Master among the Four Saints, and your martial arts are undoubtedly superb. If we are to have a contest, on an equal footing, your opponent should also be a disciple of one of the Four Saints..."

Upon hearing this, Xie Qingzhu became excited: "Third Senior Brother, you can't refuse me this time, can you?"

With that, he ignored Lin Fan and walked straight out of the crowd.

He stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said, "Xie Qingzhu of the Xuanmen Sect, humbly requesting to learn your skills."

"Xuanmen Sect?"

Chen Zhizhao smiled, shook his longsword to remove the blood droplets, and continued, "Heavenly destiny, the orthodox Xuanmen Sect, young brother, you have such courage at such a young age, interesting."

"Enough talk, let's fight!"

Xie Qingzhu drew his longsword.

At first, the two took a step back, then Chen Zhizhao chuckled and in the blink of an eye closed in, his right hand holding the sword to stab Xie Qingzhu's face, while his left hand secretly formed a claw, aiming for his Dragon Chin acupoint on his chest. Xie Qingzhu thought to himself, "I can't even see his footwork! Such elusive and unpredictable lightness skill!"

He quickly steadied himself, pulled his right foot back, and turned his entire body to the left. Chen Zhizhao's attack missed, but Xie Qingzhu's lightness skill was not as good as Chen Zhizhao's, and he was a little slower. A small section of his long hair was cut off. Without hesitation, Xie Qingzhu struck with his left elbow to the side, and with his right hand, he used the fourth move of the Xuanmen Sect's "Xingfeng Sword Technique," the "Whirlwind Technique." The sword technique was as unstoppable as a storm, powerful and fierce, and its momentum was no less than that of the Cangfeng Sword Formation used by the six people. The surrounding crowd couldn't help but shout in unison, "What a sword technique!"

"Good!"

However, such a powerful sword technique was used by a young boy who had not yet come of age, which made many people cheer while secretly envious. The Xuanmen Sect was indeed not just a name.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged more than a dozen blows amidst the dense sword light. Xie Qingzhu's lips curled up, and he seemed to be enjoying himself very much. His attacks became more and more fierce. Chen Zhizhao thought to himself, "This kid is only fourteen or fifteen years old, yet his martial arts are so good. He seems like a future menace; I mustn't let him live."

He then focused his mind, gathering his energy in his dantian, and his swordsmanship seemed to slow slightly. Xie Qingzhu, being young and inexperienced, saw an opportunity and launched an even fiercer attack on Chen Zhizhao. Everything happened in an instant. As he charged forward, only a blur remained where the sword tip had pointed. Terrified, he was about to retreat when Chen Zhizhao suddenly appeared silently from his left. Xie Qingzhu's left side was wide open, his vital points completely undefended. Chen Zhizhao swung his sword down, and it was too late to retreat. Xie Qingzhu cried out, "Senior brother, save me!"

A loud "whoosh" followed. Chen Zhizhao's sword missed its mark.

The onlookers, unaware of what had just happened, saw Xie Qingzhu being grabbed by the collar and pulled back several feet. That person was Lin Fan, the black-clad, bronze-masked man.

Chapter 4 of "Moonlight Burns the Heart"

The entire arena fell silent, everyone stunned by the sudden turn of events.

Chen Zhizhao narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile, "Who are you...?"

The sword strike had been incredibly fast, yet this black-clad, bronze-masked man had appeared in an instant, pulling the person away from the blade, all without Chen Zhizhao's noticing. This man's lightness skill was completely unfathomable... somewhat resembling... resembling the sect's lightness skill, "Lotus Stepping." Ye Zhen and Sun Kese were also extremely shocked. They hadn't expected that a nobody from the Xuanmen Sect would possess lightness skills far surpassing their own, these martial arts seniors. Had the Xuanmen Sect's strength progressed so rapidly in the past decade?

The black-clad man, Lin Fan, helped Xie Qingzhu up and said in a hoarse voice, "I am this child's senior brother. I had no intention of challenging you. I apologize."

He then turned and helped Xie Qingzhu back. Xie Qingzhu, who had been overjoyed, was now utterly dejected at having lost.

When had Chen Zhizhao ever been treated with such contempt? Gritting his teeth and gathering his strength, he instantly moved forward several feet, pointing the tip of his sword at Lin Fan's back, and sneered, "Why don't you dare show your true face? Are you afraid someone will recognize you?"

Lin Fan didn't turn his head, only saying, "I am ugly."

Chen Zhizhao said, "Are you feeling guilty?"

As he spoke, he raised his sword and thrust it at Lin Fan from the left, very close to the crowd, causing the onlookers to quickly retreat and scatter, afraid of being accidentally injured.

Lin Fan hadn't expected him to attack suddenly from so many people, and quickly pushed Xie Qingzhu forward. His whole body moved as lightly as a feather, turning and pushing off, retreating several feet to the right. Chen Zhizhao's arm was only so long; he should have been able to avoid the sword's momentum...

But Chen Zhizhao gritted his teeth, secretly channeling all his inner strength, throwing the sword like a spear, aiming straight for Lin Fan's face! At this point, it was too late to use his lightness skill to dodge!

"Watch out!" Ye Zhen shouted urgently, but it happened too fast to stop him.

Everyone thought: What a vicious and despicable trick! Chen Zhizhao was falling, a smug smile playing on his lips. Lin Fan hadn't even drawn his sword, yet he launched a sneak attack, so ruthless in his pursuit of death—truly a prodigy of the Tianshui Sect! Even Xie Qingzhu, who had turned around, cried out, "Senior brother, dodge!"

In that instant, Lin Fan thought to himself, dodging the sword wasn't impossible. But if he dodged, someone in the crowd behind him might be accidentally injured by the flying blade. So… he had to try. Thinking this, he channeled his inner energy from his dantian, flowing rapidly like electricity to his fingers…

"!"

A metallic clang rang out.

Lin Fan slightly turned his body, the sword still between his left middle and index fingers, completely unharmed.

Everyone's hearts pounded wildly. This was…

Some people couldn't bear to watch the recent events and closed their eyes, while others saw everything clearly but still couldn't believe what they had just witnessed. Lin Fan hadn't done anything special at all; he simply used two fingers to catch the sword, infused with Chen Zhizhao's full power, as it thrust forward—and that was it.

Xie Qingzhu was completely shocked. Among his fellow disciples, he had never seen his eldest or third senior brothers fight, nor had he ever spoken much with them. He had never met his eldest senior brother since entering the Xuanmen Sect, and his third senior brother was the only one who lived in the Yunshui Pavilion, practicing and sparring separately from the others. They didn't have a particularly deep relationship, yet his third senior brother's martial arts were unexpectedly formidable!

Even seasoned martial artists like Ye Zhen and Sun Kese were dumbfounded. They knew that blocking the sword's momentum required internal energy several times greater than the attack itself. This young martial artist, not even the head disciple of the Xuanmen Sect, had done it so easily. His internal energy seemed to have been cultivated since birth, perhaps even surpassing the terrifying internal energy of that person from back then.

A soft cracking sound brought everyone back to their senses. The bronze mask on Lin Fan's face slowly fell off...

It truly looked like a face ravaged by fire, covered in dark red, twisted scars, barely revealing his features. It was the kind of face that would frighten children and give them nightmares. After a glance, everyone turned away, thinking that no one is perfect.

"Hmm?"

Lin Fan hadn't expected his mask to fall off so suddenly. He had used all his protective internal energy on his fingers and hadn't noticed the sword wind had torn open the mask's straps. He hastily tossed the sword aside, picked up the bronze mask, and put it back on.

Chen Zhizhao, still reeling from the shock of his all-out attack being so easily neutralized, said, "Your skill is superb; I humbly admit defeat." He forced a smile, "What you say is true; how can I show my face in such an ugly state?"

Xie Qingzhu sneered, "Since you admit you can't beat Third Senior Brother in a fight, you should do as you just said and slink back to your Tianshui Palace."

Ye Zhen chimed in, "Please keep your promise and release them immediately."

Chen Zhizhao exchanged glances with the four men in gray, slowly picked up the sword Lin Fan had casually tossed to the ground, sheathed it, and said, "Alright, we are inferior to you today. Farewell, we'll come back another day to learn from you." He then

raised his hand...

and Lin Fan shouted, "Watch out for hidden weapons!"

Instantly, rows of hidden weapons shot out from the rafters, as if triggered by a pre-set mechanism. Everyone was startled and quickly ducked to avoid the blow. One of the men in gray slapped Sun Kese, who, despite his precautions, was knocked unconscious and coughed up blood. The four men grabbed him and used their internal energy to flip him over the wall.

"Wait..."

Xie Qingzhu was about to get up to stop them. Chen Zhizhao, however, thrust his sword forward. Having suffered such humiliation today, he naturally wouldn't let the Xuanmen Sect members get away with it. Lin Fan's martial arts made him wary, but killing Xie Qingzhu, this little brat, was a piece of cake.

Xie Qingzhu tried to draw his sword, but found that he had lost it somewhere in the chaos! His lightness skill was poor, and he could only watch helplessly as the enemy's sword fell!

Seeing this, Lin Fan quickly channeled his energy and stepped forward, pushing Xie Qingzhu aside, then taking a few steps back himself. But this time, because of the distance, he was a little slower. Although he avoided the sword's attack, the blade still grazed his left shoulder.

A speck of red appeared on the blade, as if it had broken his skin.

Without hesitation, Lin Fan thrust forward with half his inner force in his right palm, striking Chen Zhizhao squarely in the chest. Chen Zhizhao staggered back several steps, then coughed up a mouthful of blood. Xie Qingzhu shouted excitedly, "Good! Senior brother, teach him a lesson!"

Lin Fan stepped forward, and Chen Zhizhao retreated step by step. Lin Fan only asked two words: "Change partners?"

Chen Zhizhao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed, "Dream on."

As he spoke, he pulled out four small black balls from his pocket and threw them into the crowd not far away, then used his lightness skill to leap over the roof beam. Lin Fan was stunned, and immediately used his lightness skill to chase after him.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion and a scorching shockwave came from behind Lin Fan, flames suddenly appeared, and smoke billowed. Screams mingled with the crowd. Looking back, the entire beautiful and magnificent sea of peonies had been burned into a raging inferno, and it seemed that many people had been injured or burned.

"So those were Thunderfire Bombs!"

Lin Fan hesitated only slightly before realizing Chen Zhizhao had vanished.

Chapter 5 of *Moonlight Burns the Heart*:

A great fire raged at the Sun residence in Luoyang for a full day. The once magnificent courtyards and pavilions were reduced to ashes. The entire martial world knew that the Tianshui Sect had abducted Sun Kese, the Thousand-Mile Strategist, right under the noses of dozens of righteous sect leaders, injuring over a dozen people. Fortunately, the hidden weapons set in the backyard that day weren't poisoned; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Moreover, the cult was after something called "Burning Moon," something unknown to the rest of the martial world.

The righteous sects mobilized hundreds of people to search for Chen Zhizhao and the four gray-clad men near Luoyang. Lin Fan and Xie Qingzhu had only joined the search a few days prior, and after receiving a letter from their sect urging them to return, they thanked the seniors of various sects and quietly returned to the Xuanmen Sect.

In a pavilion on a red-clad street in Luoyang, a stunningly beautiful woman, her hair flowing like a waterfall, reclined on a soft couch, her robe half-open, revealing her alabaster breasts. Her posture was as alluring and dangerous as a white snake. Beside her lay a young man, none other than Chen Zhizhao, the elusive chief disciple of the Tianshui Sect, whom the martial arts world had searched for in vain.

The beautiful woman pursed her lips, her fingers gently stroking the boy's cheek, and said, "You've done very well."

"Not enough,"

Chen Zhizhao said, rubbing his still throbbing chest. "If Master hadn't forbidden me from carrying poison this time, that ugly monster from the Xuanmen Sect would have already..."

"Brother,"

the woman frowned slightly, "We didn't come here for the Xuanmen Sect this time. This is enough. Remember your duty."

Chen Zhizhao gritted his teeth, "No matter what, I must avenge this slap!"

The woman sighed, "Revenge is necessary, but don't ruin Master's plans. Lin Xiao of the Xuanmen Sect is as skilled as Master... Look how strong he is as a disciple. If you act rashly, even I can't protect you."

"Don't worry," Chen Zhizhao smiled, "I won't kill him. Next time I meet him, I'll make him wish he were dead!"

The sinister glint in his smile sent chills down one's spine.

In the verdant mountains, two horses galloped swiftly along the mountain path. The two riders, one dressed in black and the other in white, with swords at their waists, were indeed dressed as chivalrous knights. Martial arts have always been valued throughout history, so this was nothing unusual. However, it was quite rare to see someone dressed in black wearing a bronze mask. No wonder passersby glanced at them. Indeed, these two were Lin Fan and Xie Qingzhu, on their way back to their sect. Although they had previously made a great impression on the martial arts community at the Sun residence, their hearts were filled with unease after the successful attack on the ringleader of the Sun family, who had escaped. They also wondered what their master would think. Although they were riding, Xie Qingzhu kept talking, while Lin Fan only occasionally responded with a word or two.

"Third Senior Brother!"

Xie Qingzhu called out, "Are you going to answer or not?"

Lin Fan, however, seemed not to hear her and continued riding.

Xie Qingzhu pleaded pitifully, "Third Senior Brother, please! What's wrong with teaching me that lightness skill...? Look, I almost died this time because my lightness skill wasn't good enough... Who knows if it won't happen again? Senior Brother, can you really bear to watch me die young (ugh!)? My wife, whom I've never even met, will be a widow for the rest of her life... Waaah..."

Lin Fan finally turned around, but said, "Only your master can teach you martial arts. You can talk to your master directly."

Xie Qingzhu thought to himself, if I dared to talk to my master directly, why would I ask you? I've begged you all the way from Luoyang to here, but my senior brother is still unmoved. Take back what I said earlier, my third senior brother isn't a gloomy person, he's definitely a rigid person!

"If you're too embarrassed to say it," Lin Fan glanced at him and said, "I'll mention it to your master for you."

"Senior Brother, you... you're such a good person!"

Xie Qingzhu cheered, flicked his whip, and rode ahead. "We'll be back at the Xuanmen Sect in half a day. I'll ask my second senior brother to treat us to some wine then!"

Wufeng Mountain boasts numerous strange peaks and exotic trees, especially now in spring, the lush greenery seems to drip with moisture. The mountain is perpetually shrouded in mist, and pavilions and towers are built along its slopes, appearing and disappearing in the clouds, creating a serene and ethereal scene. However, unlike other famous mountains and rivers, Wufeng Mountain is not open to the public. This is because it is the location of the Xuanmen Sect, and no one except members of the Xuanmen Sect is allowed to enter. The

renowned Xuanmen Sect has existed for two hundred years. Legend has it that it was founded by Xiao Li, a founding minister of the previous dynasty, who, after retiring, became engrossed in martial arts. The Xuanmen Sect has experienced several ups and downs, with its disciples dwindling, but it still maintains its commitment to upholding the righteous path of the martial world. The Xuanmen Sect has very strict rules and never accepts female disciples; all its members are male, and its internal energy cultivation emphasizes extreme strength. What truly made the Xuanmen Sect shine in the martial arts world was its current sect leader, Lin Xiao. More than a decade ago, during a period of sudden upheaval, he, not yet twenty, ascended to the pinnacle of the martial arts world, earning the title of one of the Four Saints. In an instant, the number of Xuanmen Sect disciples increased several times over, reaching over a hundred, but these were mostly Lin Xiao's nephews and nieces. Lin Xiao's true inner disciples numbered only four.

The entrance to the Xuanmen Sect was at the foot of Wufeng Mountain. Ascending tens of thousands of stone steps led to Ninghua Pavilion, a spacious and magnificent hall for entertaining outsiders and guests. Halfway up the mountain was the Martial Arts Hall, a place for disciples from different sects to practice and exchange martial arts skills. Further up were the residences of the Xuanmen Sect's masters and disciples. Now, with numerous disciples, each branch was ranked according to their master's name and seniority, residing in different pavilions with different names, usually corresponding to their master's title. The sect leader himself resides in the Cloud and Water Pavilion at the highest point of Misty Peak Mountain, and these days he appears less and less frequently before the Xuanmen Sect members.

In the Martial Arts Hall, a man is practicing his learned swordsmanship. His inner strength is profound and abundant, his swordsmanship ever-changing. Each strike leaves shallow marks on the bluestone ground. He appears very young, with long hair casually draped over his shoulders. His face is handsome, with sharply defined features, tall and slender, with long arms and a narrow waist. Because he is practicing martial arts, he wears only a casual short-sleeved shirt and trousers. His muscles are as well-defined and powerful as a leopard's, full of explosive energy. His light tan skin gleams in the sunlight. His eyes are a lighter color than most people's, resembling amber.

"Second Senior Brother! You really have returned!"

A boy's joyful voice comes from afar.

He recognizes the voice as his junior brother's; he has already returned from Luoyang today. He sheathes his sword and goes to greet him.

Walking along the mountain path were Lin Fan and Xie Qingzhu, returning to the Xuanmen Sect. Upon seeing her second senior brother, Zeng Xuan, Xie Qingzhu excitedly exclaimed, "Second senior brother! You absolutely have to treat me to wine this time! I never imagined you'd not only receive a bounty from the court for suppressing bandits, but also get the 'Great Hero of Jingchu' plaque!"

Zeng Xuan laughed, "You little brat, still thinking about wine? And..."

He glanced at Lin Fan, who was about to quietly leave, a sudden, inexplicable anger flashing in his eyes, "Suppressing a bunch of rabble is nothing compared to your third senior brother defeating the Demonic Sect's leader's disciple single-handedly!"

Hearing this, Lin Fan turned back, bowed, and said, "Senior brother, you're mistaken. Lin Fan let him escape in the end; it wasn't a defeat at all."

A strange atmosphere suddenly filled the air, even Xie Qingzhu sensed something was amiss and suddenly tensed up.

Zeng Xuan, facing Lin Fan, smiled and said, "Then... according to your observation, junior brother, how does the chief disciple of that demonic sect compare to the chief disciple of my Xuanmen Sect?"

Lin Fan shook his head and said, "I have never sparred with my senior brother, so I dare not speak presumptuously."

Zeng Xuan then asked, "And how does he compare to my second disciple?"

This time, Lin Fan remained silent. Zeng Xuan smiled and said, "I almost forgot, junior brother, you have never sparred with me either. Then..."

Zeng Xuan slowly approached Lin Fan and said, "Junior brother, there's no time like the present, how about we spar today?"

Lin Fan said, "The sect rules clearly forbid us Xuanmen Sect disciples from private fights."

Zeng Xuan smiled and said, "It's just a spar, not a private fight. Are you afraid, junior brother?"

Lin Fan was about to speak when suddenly, a deep yet cold male voice entered the ears of everyone in the Martial Arts Pavilion. The voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to strike their minds hard.

"It was your master who strictly forbade Fan'er from sparring with you all."

"Master!"

The three were startled and quickly retreated, kneeling down and saying in unison, "Disciple greets Master."

Looking up, they saw their master, Lin Xiao, who should have been in seclusion, standing on the second floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion.

Dressed in white, tall and straight as a pine tree, he stood against the wind, his hair neatly tied up in a bun, adorned with a crystal-clear white jade hairpin. He had handsome features, a cold and aloof expression, and appeared to be a celestial being, elegant and refined. His bright eyes were as deep and unfathomable as a bottomless pool. He moved lightly and floated down from the pavilion, arriving before the three.

"Fan'er's martial arts are vastly different from yours, Xuan'er, why should you care?"

The master's words sounded like the comforting words of an elder, but his tone was as cold as ice and snow, seemingly devoid of any emotion.

"Yes... disciple has overstepped his bounds..."

Zeng Xuan's face turned pale, his heart trembling. Xie Qingzhu felt a pang of pity watching, but dared not speak.

"Knowing you've overstepped your bounds, go to the foot of Luoxue Peak to reflect on your actions. Come back down when you've come to your senses."

The master's tone remained utterly cold, yet possessed an undeniable power.

"Yes,"

Zeng Xuan replied, "This disciple will certainly reflect upon myself."

"Master..."

Lin Fan, hearing this, was about to look up for something. The master glanced at him and said, "Fan'er, come back to Yunshui Pavilion with me now. I have something to ask you."

Lin Fan bowed his head and replied, "Yes."

The master reached out and grasped his hand. Then, he felt a wave of dizziness. The master had already used his lightness skill, carrying him as if flying through the clouds between the various pavilions. Lin Fan regained his senses and quickly gathered his energy to follow behind his master.

The exquisite and magnificent pavilions, the lush green trees, all receded into the distance, leaving only the master's tall, imposing figure before him. Compared to his icy words just moments before, his master's burning body temperature, even through his gloves, sent a shiver down Lin Fan's spine. (

Chapter Six: Burning Heart of Moonfire)

When the two returned to Yunshui Pavilion, the sun was already setting, and the sky was ablaze with red clouds. Master pulled him straight into the study. Even after sitting down on the couch, he didn't let go of Lin Fan's hand.

"Master,"

Lin Fan's voice trembled slightly beneath his mask, "Was Second Senior Brother's punishment...?"

"I have my reasons, no need to say more."

Master gave him a deep look before releasing his hand. "Now that we're in Yunshui Pavilion, there's no need to wear the sound-controlling ring. No one will come up here."

"Yes."

He opened his collar and removed an exquisitely crafted silver ring from his neck. The ring had been tightly around his neck, and as soon as it loosened, he coughed. The voice was completely different, incredibly sweet, clearly that of a young woman.

Master slightly raised his head, his gaze fixed on her mask. After a long while, Lin Fan seemed to sway slightly before kneeling before her master: "Your disciple is incompetent, allowing Elder Sun to be kidnapped."

"Let others handle their own affairs. Fan'er, don't concern yourself with so much. Get up."

Her master smiled slightly, a smile that carried a hint of wickedness, completely different from his previous aloof and indifferent demeanor. He asked, "Did anyone see your face this time?"

She shook her head. "Only... only the second mask."

"That's good," her master's smile remained unchanged, but his gaze remained fixed on her. "Take off the mask."

"Yes."

First, she removed her crown, then the bronze mask from her face, revealing a face covered in burn scars. Then the actions continued, slowly tearing off the charred human skin mask starting from her neck.

With her movements, the room seemed to light up instantly. It was an exquisitely beautiful young girl's face, with eyes like the waters of a peach blossom pool, long eyelashes, a delicately beautiful nose, lips softer than rose petals, and skin so white and tender it seemed to glow in the darkness. She seemed enveloped in an ethereal aura, as pure as a banished immortal, yet simultaneously possessing an irresistible allure that compelled one to defile her purity. Even the most stunning beauty could not compare. Although she appeared only fifteen or sixteen, not yet fully grown, even Ye Zhen, the most beautiful woman in the martial world, could not match half her beauty. And now, this exquisite face was slightly flushed, her body trembling gently, her pure shyness, like a budding flower, amplified her allure, enough to move even a seasoned monk.

Master's eyes deepened, and he asked, "I heard you were injured."

Ignoring the blush on her face, Lin Fan replied, "It's just a superficial wound, but it's healed."

"No good," Master smiled, reaching out to stroke Lin Fan's delicate cheek, and slowly said, "Take off your clothes, let your teacher see."

"...Yes." The setting sun's red glow shone through the window into the large study, but the only sound in the quiet room was the rustling of clothes slipping off.

A wide black robe fell to the ground, followed by a black inner robe; there were several layers more than an ordinary person's clothing. Lin Fan's face remained flushed, her beauty captivating. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly removed the last layer, a silk undergarment.

Now, she crossed her arms, her legs trembling slightly, wearing only a breastplate tightly binding her chest and a pair of underpants. Her figure was as slender and graceful as a willow branch, her waist so thin it could be encircled by a single hand. Her exposed skin had a smooth, jade-like luster, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun.

Her master stood up and took a half-step forward, his shadow obscuring her. Lin Fan, blushing, tried to back away, but her master's hands pressed down on her slender waist.

"Mmm..."

Lin Fan gasped. "Master..."

Her master turned her over so her back was to him, one hand stroking her left shoulder, where her sword wound should have been healing. But it was smooth and delicate, without a scar, not even a trace of injury.

"It seems healed. The people from Tianshui Palace didn't use poison; they were lucky."

Her master's hand lingered on her shoulder and collarbone, savoring the smooth, slippery feel. His voice was close to Lin Fan's beautiful earlobe, his hot breath on the back of her neck, making Lin Fan tremble. She involuntarily arched her back, her face turning even redder.

"My good disciple."

The master chuckled, his expression completely different from what everyone had just seen. His fingers reached for the straps of her breastplate behind her back, slowly pulling them open. The breastplate, losing its support, slid down from Lin Fan's chest.

"Ah..."

Lin Fan was mortified and immediately covered her chest with her hands. But her master grabbed her bare waist, the warm touch of his fingers sending a tingling, electric sensation through her body, making her shudder and let out a soft cry.

The master chuckled, his hands immediately conquering, taking over Lin Fan's breasts. It turned out that Lin Fan's breastplate was for disguise as a man; it made her appear flat when worn, but when removed, two perfectly shaped breasts sprang out, their texture soft and smooth. Lin Fan was still young, but her chest was already well-developed. Now, trembling under the assault of his fingers, those two pink cherries looked incredibly delicious, tempting to be plucked. Sensitive Lin Fan closed her beautiful eyes in embarrassment, gasping for breath at the sudden onslaught.

Her master's tongue lightly licked her earlobe, causing Lin Fan to tremble again. "Master...Master..."

Her voice was completely different from usual, soft and seductive... Hearing this voice, countless violent desires flashed through her master's heart, almost shattering his reason... He pushed her to the ground, flipped her over, restrained her hands, pressed her soft body tightly against him, and roughly sealed her soft cherry lips with his thin lips, forcefully invading her mouth, their tongues entwined.

"Mmm...ah..."

Lin Fan felt her body melting in the overwhelming masculine energy, becoming increasingly weak and powerless. The intense onslaught left her breathless...

Even after the kiss ended, her master continued to nibble at her cherry lips, lingering there.

“Master…”

Her hair was long gone, her silky long hair scattered on the ground. Her eyes were misty, even her eyelashes were wet with dew. Her cheeks were flushed, but her lips were swollen and red from being kissed, as if they were about to drip water. She was both beautiful and wanton… Master’s eyes were deep, and his smile was extremely gentle. He picked her up and placed her on the desk.

He held her tightly, enjoying her boneless allure. He kissed her as he asked, “Have you thought of your master these past three months?”

He was supposed to be in seclusion for half a year, but as soon as he heard the news that she had been sent out, he immediately came out of seclusion early.

Lin Fan responded to him shyly, only saying “Mmm…”

It sounded like a gasp, or a sigh.

Master took out a hemp rope from his sleeve and was about to tie her hands. She was startled. “Master… no…”

Master smiled and said, “Fan’er, be good. I’ll make you feel good later.”

She bit her lip and let Master tie her hands. Master’s hands continued to roam over her body, and suddenly he pulled down her underpants.

A wave of intense shame washed over Lin Fan along with a chill in her lower body. She involuntarily pulled her long, slender legs back, inadvertently exposing her round, smooth buttocks. Her master chuckled, spreading her knees apart to reveal her most private parts to him.

Between her fair and delicate thighs, two shy and beautiful pink petals parted slightly on the soft, fragrant grass, the glistening pink buds peeking out. After the recent onslaught, her honeyed orifice was already moist. Feeling her master's hot breath on her crotch, Lin Fan was so ashamed she wanted to cover herself, but her hands were bound, leaving her nowhere to retreat. She could only gasp softly, "Don't look..."

Her pink buttocks swayed unconsciously, but the yearning fragrance gradually emanated, utterly lewd.

"Fan'er, you smell so good."

Her master's voice was hoarse, coming from between her legs: "Let your master check the injury from last time..."

Then he used his fingers to pry open her petals, the fiery touch making her gasp softly, her whole body stiffening.

"Good disciple, relax."

Her master's tone made her relax involuntarily, and then she felt her petals fully open, her master's breath close again. He looked for a long time, then suddenly inserted his fingers and gently probed, causing her to gasp softly. She felt another wave of nectar gushing out.

Master's voice carried a complex, almost uncontrollable emotion, "Fan'er..."

Lin Fan felt her master's movements stop and was puzzled. Suddenly, her master's lips pressed heavily against the delicate petals. Lin Fan was instantly overwhelmed by the trembling pleasure and shame, her whole body shaking. Involuntarily, she tried to squeeze her legs together, but her master's hands blocked her. She couldn't back down or squeeze, and could only futilely wiggle her hips, trying to escape the waves of pleasure. Her master, however, intensified his attack, even going so far as to suckle the incredibly tender petals, mischievously teasing the pink bud with his tongue. Each touch sent shivers down Lin Fan's spine, leaving her breathless with shock. Her whole body trembled, her legs tensed, her lower abdomen and thighs ached terribly, and her toes curled involuntarily.

"No, it's so dirty there... Ah... Ah... Master... Ah..."

Afraid someone would come, she suppressed her screams, but the whimpers she let out grew sweeter and sweeter, like a kitten's whimper...

Crystal tears slid down her beautiful eyes, and gradually a hidden turmoil surged within her. Her fragile buds, unable to withstand the onslaught, stood erect, nectar overflowing from the depths of her body. Lin Fan's face burned, yet she involuntarily arched her back, her moans becoming even more intoxicating...

Suddenly, her master stopped, withdrawing from between her legs. Lin Fan felt the heat fade, a coolness washing over her, and an unprecedented emptiness slowly rose from the deepest recesses of her body. She opened her eyes, her long eyelashes still damp with mist, her cheeks flushed like lotus buds about to bloom on a summer night. "Master..."

Her master stood up, slowly removing his outer robe and inner garment, his eyes fixed on the boundless spring scenery before him. Once his underpants were removed, his erect penis was fully exposed under the lamplight. Lin Fan's pretty face burned even hotter, she was shy again.

"Master..."

It wasn't the first time she'd seen her master naked, so why did it always make her so shy?

"...Fan'er wants it?"

her master laughed, the lewdness and wickedness in his smile a world apart from his usual aloof and icy demeanor.

"Mmm..."

"Good Fan'er..."

her master leaned closer, lifting her long legs, his dragon head pressing against her already glistening petals, but not in a hurry to enter. He mischievously rubbed the delicate petals and buds up and down at the entrance, the hard edges and tender scraping causing her flower to contract, the pleasure mixed with an intense longing...

"Master..."

her master breathed softly, his dragon stem suddenly opening the door of her petals, breaking through the barrier and thrusting straight into her flower's core.

"It hurts..."

She knew it would hurt every time it started, but compared to the first time, she was mentally prepared. However, the tearing sensation was still unbearable; the soft inner walls couldn't help but squeeze the intruding foreign object, almost making him lose control.

"Fan'er, relax. Do you want to break me?"

His master's deep, hoarse voice sounded in her ear. "Master..."

She was held tightly by him, but she couldn't see his expression. She endured the pain, trying her best to open and relax her body.

"Good disciple."

His master took her delicate red nipple into his mouth, pinched her other nipple with his right hand, and began to thrust in and out of her flower. This triple stimulation swept over her, immediately covering the pain and turning it into a painfully throbbing pleasure. "Master... Master... It's so strange..."

His master's tongue teased her nipple while his hands freed up to untie the knots on her hands. Maintaining his penetration, he lifted her delicate body with both hands, sitting on the couch himself. This created a position where she was sitting face-to-face with him at the base of his thighs.

"Fan'er..."

Master released her rosy cheeks, letting out a hoarse sigh, then released her, allowing her body to fall naturally...

"Ah..."

It was too deep... The moment their pubic bones collided, Lin Fan suddenly felt as if she had been thrown into the air. The dragon stem inside her had grown even larger, as if it were about to split her body in two. But the overwhelming pleasure surged over her like a tide, making her arch her slender waist like a drowning person, only able to hold onto her master tightly.

But the onslaught wasn't over. Master began thrusting again, each stroke rougher and more intense than the last. Her delicate flower seemed unable to withstand such fierce invasion; the overwhelming pleasure and pain brought tears to her eyes, and she shook her head repeatedly, her hands and face aching. "Master... I can't take it anymore... Fan'er can't take it anymore..."

"Fan'er... Fan'er..."

Master's voice was hoarse, filled with desire, "...Don't suck so tight..."

He gently removed her hands from her face, letting her face him directly. He kissed her rosy cheeks and hazy eyes tenderly, the gentle kisses contrasting sharply with the fierce thrusts of his lower body. His gaze moved to her cherry lips, and he sighed, capturing her glistening lips in a long, tender kiss.

Lin Fan felt like she was about to fly, her mind going completely blank. A burning flame began to ignite within her, threatening to consume her completely. More nectar flowed from her honeyed orifice, and the speed of his thrusts increased. "Master... Master..."

She felt herself reaching the peak of pleasure, calling out "Master" repeatedly.

Master held her tightly, his arms tightening as if trying to meld her into his embrace. She felt like she was suffocating, but this suffocation only intensified the tidal wave of pleasure in her lower body. He bit her earlobe, growling in her ear, "Fan'er, you are mine, mine alone."

"Ah... Master, Master... I'm dying... um..."

She bit down hard on Master's broad shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. Her whole body trembled, her inner walls contracting, her petals quivering. Master felt his dragon stem being sucked by thousands of tiny mouths, trembling as well, thrusting even deeper and more intensely.

"Ahhhhh..."

Lin Fan felt herself reach the highest peak, a surge of heat spreading throughout her body, gushing nectar from deep within, splashing onto the base of his thick, long dragon stem. Then, trembling, she collapsed limply in his arms, unconscious.

Master also let out a low roar, his dragon penis convulsing as he ejaculated thick semen inside her...

Chapter Seven: Moonfire Burning Heart

After a long while, Lin Fan opened her eyes and found that it was already dark, with a crescent moon hanging in the night sky. Her master, dressed neatly, brought a basin of water and was washing her body. Lin Fan blushed slightly and said softly, "Master, I can do it myself..."

Then she took the towel from her master's hand and began to wipe herself. The damp towel moved over her beautiful body, wiping away sweat and traces of lovemaking. Her smooth, jade-like skin looked extremely beautiful and alluring. Her master breathed heavily, reached out and grabbed her shoulders, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her gently. "Fan'er, you're seducing me..."

"No... I..."

She gasped from the kisses, her words incoherent, "Seducing... what..."

"Alright," her master's hands continued to caress her soft breasts, and after a long while, he looked up and smiled, "I'm seducing you..."

Lin Fan felt her master's thing between her legs harden again, and her face flushed with embarrassment once more. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. Wanting to change the subject, and disregarding her nakedness, she looked up and softly asked, "Master, um... Palace Master Ye of Jingming Palace seems to know you?... Ah?"

Her master gently licked her earlobe, his fingers pinching her nipples, teasing and pressing them. "Master... Father... Ah... No..."

Having just made love, Lin Fan was incredibly sensitive, feeling as if her master's fingers carried electric currents, making her chest swell uncomfortably, her nipples erect. Even her voice carried a sweet, weak, and lewd quality. "Just once... don't..."

Although she said this, the desire that had just subsided within her was rekindled, and the alluring nectar slowly flowed from her hidden opening, down her petals. She trembled, her hands trying to cover herself, because she was sitting on her master's lap, and he was clothed...

But her master supported her under her armpits, lifting her body upwards, naturally noticing that her lower garment was slightly damp.

"Master..."

Her master saw it! "Am I being really...?" Lin Fan was so ashamed that her whole body tensed up, and she just wanted to find a hole to bury herself in.

"Even like this," her master sighed deeply, "do you still want to ask about those irrelevant people?"

He reached out and dipped his finger into the honey on his lower garment, tentatively testing its stickiness, and then actually put it to his lips and licked it lightly... The extremely lewd gesture was made by him with unparalleled elegance, and he even praised it softly at the end: "Such a sweet taste."

This action made Lin Fan blush all over with shame, and she could only close her eyes tightly and cover her face with her hands.

Her master sighed softly: "It's my fault. I shouldn't have secluded myself and let someone else let you out."

He pulled away her hands that were covering her face, lifted her chin, and saw that her beautiful eyes were misty and glistening with tears. His heart tightened, and he leaned forward to kiss her with the most tenderness. Their soft lips met and intertwined for a long, long time, unwilling to leave.

After a long time, the two separated, and there was still a faint strand of saliva connecting their lips and teeth. “Master…”

Her master had already removed his lower garments and underpants, his desire rising between his legs. He lay back, but smiled at Lin Fan and said, “Sit on top.”

Ignoring her flushed face, she only softly responded, “Mmm.”

Her starry eyes were half-closed, her silver teeth biting her crimson lips, her cheeks flushed and intoxicating. Her long, silky hair slid down her graceful back and onto her master’s body, stirring up waves of tingling sensations. She spread her legs and half-sat on her master, her already wet and tender flower bud aligned with his penis, and slowly sat on it.

“Mmm… Ah…”

She still habitually suppressed her voice, unaware that the more she suppressed it, the more delicate and seductive her moans became, like a feather brushing against her heart.

Chapter Eight: Burning Heart of Moonlight

At dawn, the first rays of sunlight shone into the Cloud and Water Pavilion at the highest point of Misty Peak Mountain, illuminating the exquisite pavilions and towers, accompanied by the chirping of insects and birds, and the fragrance of grass and trees, creating a scene of paradise.

Lin Fan slowly woke up in her master’s warm embrace and found that the two of them were already sleeping on the couch in the bedroom. Her master's sleeping face was so close, his arms encircling her slender body. Neither of them was naked, their warm skin pressed together, even their legs intertwined. Thinking of last night, her cheeks began to burn again. Last night, they had made love twice more in her master's bedroom, as if trying to make up for the three months of seclusion. Later, they were both so tired that they finally fell asleep in each other's arms.

She turned her head to carefully observe her master's sleeping face. His long, loose hair made him look very young, and softened his usually angular face. His long, fine eyelashes clung to his closed eyes, along with his high nose and soft lips… She never imagined that someone as strong as her master could be so unguarded and adorable. Lin Fan smiled secretly to herself, unable to resist reaching out to gently touch her master's warm lips with her finger…

The instant her finger touched his lips, her master's eyes suddenly opened. His clear, bright eyes sparkled with a smile, and he opened his mouth, lightly licking Lin Fan's finger with his tongue. Lin Fan was startled, feeling a jolt in her fingers. She tried to pull her hand back, but her master's hand gripped it, continuing to lick her fingers. The

wet, tingling sensation seemed to send a jolt through her to her heart, making her heart pound. Her master had been pretending to be asleep! So, he knew everything she'd been doing while watching him for so long? A blush instantly crept onto her cheeks, and she couldn't help but lower her head.

Her master leaned forward, kissing her smooth forehead, lifting her chin with one hand. His soft lips roamed over her face, like a gentle kiss on her closed eyes, her flushed cheeks, her delicate lips, her exquisite ears, and her smooth chin. She felt her master's kiss was incredibly tender; his long, fine eyelashes brushed lightly against her skin like feathers, causing a flutter in her heart.

After a long kiss, Lin Fan slowly came to her senses. Seeing her master quietly watching her, a feeling of shyness returned. She pulled the thin blanket beside her to cover herself and tried to get up. But her master grabbed her arm, pulling her back into his embrace…

“Master…”

she startled, feeling the erection between his legs. Was her master about to…? She quickly looked up and said, “Master has to go and lead the morning practice…”

“四师弟求的事情……”

她昨晚对他提过一点，但是因为两人那时实在没好好说话的时间，依旧不知道师父怎麽回答。

“你一定要在这个时候提？”

师父仿佛轻叹一声，把她的长发束成发髻，用发簪固定起来。“但，青竹不能学你的轻功。”

“为何？”

林凡不解。

“因为这是你的轻功，就算是为师，也只能教你，但绝不能再外人面前使出。”

师父说道。“你不用操心，我自会吩咐人去与他说。”

林凡心中仍是不解，但还是轻应一声。戴上面具，跟着师父出了云水阁，去到那温泉宫。

月火焚心第九章

话说温泉洞位于雾峰山后山，这里一直是玄门宗的禁地，是每代宗主专门的闭关之地，门禁极其森严，无宗主指令，别说是弟子，即使是宗支的师辈也无法靠近此处，擅入者逐出玄门宗。

温泉洞外面长满了矮树青苔，入口处一道狭长通道，即使是阳光都照不进去，内中却有明亮的灯光透出，竟是个天然形成的外窄内宽的巨大山洞，洞涧的寒气森森，内中巨石嶙峋，但洞中深处有温泉从地底泊泊涌出，形成热池，又不断的渗入地下。热气不断从热池冒出，却被洞内另一端寒气抵消，变成温暖的水汽。

“呜……”

一阵微弱的喘息声从巨石后传来。“啊……”

那声音虽然极尽压抑，但还是从骨子里散发出一种娇艳无比的诱惑，任谁听了都会不禁血脉贲张。

一双光洁柔软的手，纤长的十指紧紧的按住那块巨大的光滑湿润的岩石，一下一下的绷紧松开，想要紧紧地抓住什麽似的。鬓边有几根濡湿的黑发留恋在微微张开娇喘不断的红唇边，漆黑如镜的湿润发丝从白皙纤细的脖颈，往下亲吻着上下不住起伏的圆润香肩与纤细的锁骨，接着往下一路顺着玲珑诱惑的背部曲线，到不盈一握的纤腰上，发尾披散在身侧晃动着。形状完美的长腿跪在地上，绷得紧紧的，尽量的合拢，但翘起的两瓣柔软玉臀却扭动着、颤抖着，像是想要逃离，又像是在无意识的迎合男人在她大腿根部的花心不断使坏的手。男人的身体高挑精瘦，半跪在女子身后，修长的中指已经没入柔嫩花瓣之中，在柔软紧窒的通道中不断的拨动那斜上方脆弱的某一点……麽指却对前面敏感的粉色珍珠上下搓弄把玩，手指上有点粗糙的薄茧与那娇嫩敏感至极的地方相磨，同时两种强烈的刺激，在她体内撩拨出大量的花蜜，在蜜壶入口处顺着男人手指的动作发出噗噗的淫糜声响，让女子的羞意更甚。即使咬着下唇，依然发出缠绵悱恻的呻吟。

这两具交缠的赤裸身体正是林凡与林霄二人，两人来到温泉洞之后，不知不觉就变成现在这样了。

“啊……师父……”

林凡回头，美目朦胧，香汗淋漓，意乱情迷，双颊红的像被雨水滋润过的桃花。“那里……不行了……啊……”

师父哑声道：“忍着点。”

俊脸布满了细小汗珠，不知是因为热池的热气还是因为别的原因。他拔出手指，调整了一下，成打坐的姿势，又把她的身子翻过来，与他面对面，她长腿分开坐在他腿上。蓄势待发的巨茎贴上微微张开的湿润花瓣，在入口处稍微摩擦了几下，跟着就用力一插，整根进入她体内，“啊……”

林凡发出一阵颤抖的呻吟。双臂忍不住紧紧攀住师父的肩膀。

“凡儿，记得气聚会阴。”

师父哑声说道。“真气顺中轴流转全身，再逆流回转。”

林凡感到师父向上一顶，一股灼热的内力从师父的巨茎沿着经脉涌上来，连忙运起真气汇聚会阴穴。她的内力修习与他不同，却是非常阴寒，两股真气相遇，竟像相互吸引一半，瞬间在丹田合成一股温热的气流，顺着巨阙，大椎，向上直入百会，然后如电流一样流走全身各处穴位之后，又逆向返回到两人交合之处。顺着下落的趋势，沿着紧紧夹着的内壁传导到龙茎之上。只是眨眼之间发生的事情。

“做得很好。”

师父闭上眼睛，也把那传回来的温热真气瞬间运行体内一周，接着又向上一顶，把真气再传给林凡，继续循环往复……

林凡紧闭双目，胸房上下起伏，两腿紧紧地攀住师父的腰，感觉到冷热两股真气在两人体内运转交汇的速度越来越快，量也越来越多，如同小溪汇聚成大河一般，不断奔流着，把身体各处的经脉拓展拓宽。

她感觉师父的东西在她体内变得越来越大了，把她撑得满满的，向上顶与下落的动作也是逐渐加快，让她不住的轻呼出声：“啊……嗯……啊……师父……”

师父也感觉林凡的花穴吸吮得越来越紧，每一次抽插带来的收缩都让他感觉到如登极乐，身上流出畅快的汗珠，嘴里也发出低喘的声音。两人的喘息，肉体碰撞都发出啪啪的响声，夹杂着抽插的水声，无比香艳。

不知多久，她感觉到那龙茎膨胀到了让她无法撑住的地步，真气在经脉中肆无忌惮的横冲直撞起来，身下的抽插的律动也越来越强，她忍不住开始要身体抽搐，全身发抖。师父却俯身吻住她的唇，轻声说道：“定住心神，气入百会，用唇舌传给我。”

她双眼迷离，感觉师父的唇瓣软绵绵的，他的舌头在她的嘴里不住撩动，舌尖与舌尖湿润的触感就跟下面的交合一般的煽情。

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大量温热的真气源源不断地顺着脊椎灌入百会穴，如江河之水一般汹涌浩荡，林凡感觉自己头顶仿佛被热云笼罩，香汗如雨，立时一阵昏天暗地的眩晕直冲脑门。她双眸紧闭，粉颊发光，螓首微微后仰。真气瞬间流过面门各经脉，从有点发麻的舌尖与嘴唇传到师父的体内。

师父同时全身一颤，真气直冲百会，印堂隐隐发亮，往下经全身各处要穴之后再流入会阴，从火热的龙茎顶入紧紧包裹他的内壁之中……上下两处相连，两种真气在两人体内循环往复，所到之处通畅无比。经脉被真气不断冲击之后，如河道一般不断的拓宽坚固。

这种感觉……好畅快！浑身的毛孔都被打开了，筋肉发麻，经脉通畅，体内的真气每一次流过都会感觉攀高一层，就像一步一步登入云端一般。

只要有人在旁观看，便会发现两人汇聚真气的量到了无法想象的地步。修习内功之人都知道内功是多麽危险，假如真气稍稍走岔，便无法疏导，如同黄河崩堤一般，经脉无法承受便爆体而亡，要不然便是经脉尽断变成废人，所以修习内功之时无不小心翼翼，靠的是年复一年的逐渐修习才能更上一层楼。而江湖上一般的双修之法也只是将自己体内与对方体内的不泻出的阳精与对方的阴精吸汇至丹田凝聚成气，与此时这种两人真气相融循环如水流汇聚一般的修炼方式不但是迥异，更几乎是相反的了。

唇舌交缠间，她忍不住睁开眼，看到师父也凝望着她，两人眼里只看到对方的影子，渐渐停止了抽插的动作，他紧紧拥着她的纤腰，她紧紧攀着他的脖子。真气在两人之间的循环却还不间断，随着时间的流逝从汹涌澎湃的状态渐渐变得越来越柔和起来，像是进了平静浩瀚的大海。两种原本截然相反的真气完全融合成完整的圆。如同太极的阴阳两极鱼一般。

“收气下气海，缓流入丹田。”

师父在她唇边轻声说道。两人稍稍分开，柔和的真气分成两股，直入下丹田，缓缓回流至全身，在两人互助之下运转十数周天才慢慢停转下来。

待两人完全调息完毕，师父抬手探她的内力增长，笑着感叹道：“且不说为师的功力又增进了不少，凡儿你这次的明月功竟已经进入第四层了，在江湖上已经难逢敌手，以你的资质，再过二十年四圣都不在话下。”

林凡才正想回答什麽，才看到两人现在还保持在面对面坐姿插入的姿势，娇靥一红，正想要挣扎着起身。但她的动作却无意间使双腿之间那处收紧，他忍不住发出一声粗喘，在她体内的肉茎跳动了一下，让她吓了一跳。

“凡儿，你……你这个小妖精。”

他双眼发红，一把将她推倒在地，狠狠地啃着她的脖颈，自己挺腰快速抽插起来。“……你故意的？”

“不……不是的……”

林凡被这猛烈的攻势弄得差点喘不过气来，全身发软。“对不起……师父……”

“你可知道我刚才忍得多辛苦吗？”

师父哑声说道。“小妖精，你怎麽补偿我？”

他一口含住她胸前的蓓蕾，轻轻咬着，吸吮着，手指还不断的搓捻着另一只。弄得她胸部酥痒无比，娇喘连连。

“师父……我……啊……嗯……”

偏偏刚刚才修炼完毕的师父好像精力十足，每一次深深的撞击让她差点招架不住，花瓣不断涌出蜜汁，大腿发酸，身体深处颤抖不已。呻吟声也渐渐忍耐不住了。“啊……师父……不行了……太……”

“答应我做一件事情，作为补偿。就原谅你。”

师父的声音包含着无限的情欲。

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完事之后，林凡与师父进入温泉热池里沐浴了一番，期间只听得水声不断，许久之后才停息下来。只见师父慢慢把林凡抱出热池，然后用内力将两人身上的水滴都蒸发殆尽。

“凡儿，记得你答应的事情。”

师父亲昵的吻着她的鼻子，慢慢把她放下来。“那就把‘逐花剑’全套七十六式在为师面前演练一番。”

“现在？”

林凡睁大眼睛，红晕爬上了双颊。“可……可是……”

她……她现在什麽也没穿呀！

师父看着她，黑白分明的双眸在灯火照映下发亮，唇角微勾，邪邪一笑。“就是要现在。”

“师父……”

俏脸霎时间红的像熟透了的桃子，师父的话让她羞得不禁转身，双手掩面，声音颤抖不已竟像是撒娇一样；“太羞人了……不要……”

“凡儿，”师父轻叹一声，把她转过来，把她掩面之手拉开，强迫让她面对自己；“你答应了，就不能食言。”

像是在享受般的看着她羞红的双颊，唇边笑意加深。

她是答应了没错，但是那是……师父趁她不清楚的时候诱她答应的……

“来，”师父充满磁性的声音就像是在引诱她，“我想看。”

她全身都羞红了，磨了好半天却只得应承下来。她犹豫着上前弯腰抽起包袱中的长剑，来到洞中空旷之处。师父却坐在刚刚的巨石上看着她，眼睛一瞬也不眨。

玉足轻移，飘然而下，左臂下沈，右手持剑守势。忽然长剑破空而出，招式却是绵密如雨。这正是“逐花剑”的第一式中的第一招，“乘东风”那姿态清雅至极，有如出尘仙子。但林凡身上不着寸缕，一头瀑布般的黑发随着招式变化在空中散开飘荡，却又有超出十分的媚惑之态。

“逐花剑”乃林宵本人所创，却是从未在江湖上使出过的。看招式本身应是脱胎于百年前女子门派百花派的“素心剑”的改良版，却是更为凌厉非凡，姿态更为婉约动人，此剑法一共有七十六式，每一式有十二招，却是变化多端。

林凡秀眉轻蹙，娇靥羞红，一双美目却是像漾满了水一般，却尽量不去看师父的脸。贝齿紧咬着殷虹的下唇。修长优美的身段在空中飞舞，体态诱惑，婀娜至极。纤腰轻转，翘臀摆动，双腿伸展，那私密之处在腿间若隐若现，尤其一对饱满柔软的玉乳此时没有衣物的束缚，随着动作起伏摇晃不已，仿佛回应着胶着留恋在她身上的目光，两颗粉嫩的樱桃也不听使唤一样的翘立起来。

师父坐在巨石之上，静静地欣赏着这难得一见的诱惑之舞，但呼吸却渐渐变得粗重起来。想到一年之前他创“逐花剑”之时还没有过这样的绮思妙想，却只是想创出一个适合凡儿的剑法而已。后来看到凡儿舞这套剑的时候起，这个绮念就一直在他心中盘旋不去。想不到今天真的可以藉着这个机会看到了自己想象中才有的画面，让他兴奋得快要全身发抖。

师父……师父还在看……林凡把“逐花剑”已经演练了一半，用眼角余光看了看师父，发现他两腿之间那话儿已经高高的勃起，一柱擎天，他还毫不避讳，双眼亮晶晶的眨也不眨，继续保持着脸上的微笑，灼热的目光仍旧钉在她身上，让她羞得想要找个地洞把自己埋起来……

一想到这里，呼吸也乱了起来，气血逆流，感觉全身酥软无力，师父的目光就像把她整个都吃进去了似的，却一根手指都没有碰到她。林凡感觉自己身体里面仿佛有某种期待慢慢的苏醒，让她不自觉的羞得紧闭双目。不去看师父，心里想把剩下的数十式快速练完。

师父看出了她的每一个细微变化，岂能容她逃避，他说道：“睁开眼睛，看着我。”

林凡睁开眼睛，看见师父慢慢悠悠的走了过来，目光刻意回避的某支巨剑正指着她，让她心中怦怦的跳了起来，口干舌燥，双腿之间竟泛起了熟悉的麻痒灼热之感。

已经到了“逐花剑”的最后一式，她紧咬下唇，双足掂地而起，在空中以剑光连成一线，行云流水，这是最后一招“望月逐花”忽然却见师父在剑光中俯身而过。她心中一紧，连忙做收势，但却被一把制住握剑的右手，右臂一麻，长剑离手，一声清响掉在地上。她身子被向后一拉，整个人都被带入师父怀中，胸前玉乳也马上被师父的双手占领了。

“不行，还是太慢了。”

师父的热气吹的她耳朵发痒，手上轻轻用力不住搓揉着那柔软丰满，“以后须要加强练习……”

还有以后？她微恼，双靥晕红，在他怀里挣扎，却是被制得半点动弹不得，只觉得师父的体温比往常更热，虽然什麽也没发生，但那被灼热呼吸包围的感觉让她快要窒息了。

师父把她放在地上，修长身体的影子把她整个人都笼罩在里面。

“那麽，凡儿，接下来就来领受一下为师的‘剑法’吧！”

师父轻笑道，欺身上前。

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雾峰山，落雪峰。

落雪峰是玄门宗门徒们禁食或自省之地，高高的山峰与山上别处绿树茵茵不同，却是光秃秃的，巨石嶙峋，背后就是悬崖峭壁，只长着寥寥几棵歪脖小树。因为朝北且地势较高，此处比别处更寒冷，冬天的景色却很美。悬崖上光滑的石壁上用行书刻着“落雪峰”三字，苍劲有力，如行云流水。

在那高高的石壁上，一位青年盘腿而坐，披发布衣，双目紧闭，但一双剑眉紧蹙着。头上汗滴如雨，英俊的脸却是有些发白，像是忍受着巨大的痛苦。他两手不断变换姿势，脸上却越来越白，竟是有点透着青紫，竟是再也无法忍受，他忍不住大声咳嗽，嘴里却向外冒着白沫。

没错，这位青年正是如今在落雪峰反省的二弟子曾宣。曾宣今日自行修习内功之时不慎走岔了经脉，却无法停止，那真气在经脉中横冲直撞，已是走火入魔之态。但此时只有他在落雪峰反省，此间并无他人，竟无人能相助与他。眼见走岔的真气就要直冲心脉……

在关键时候忽然有一双修长白皙的手，搭上他的肩膀，然后在他涌泉、肩井，巨阙等各处要穴各点了一下，护住心脉，然后双手抵住他的背，用真气助他疏导体内的冲击。

过了一两个时辰之后，曾宣的脸色才慢慢开始恢复红润，真气恢复正常的状态之后，才慢慢收功，他长呼一口气，转头看那救助他的人，双眸睁大，微微吃了一惊，但随即低头行礼说道：“谢谢你了，大师兄。”

那人微微笑道：“同门互助自是当然，师弟又何须言谢。倒是四年未见，师弟武功竟长进如此。只是这个时候修内功，实在是不合适罢。”

髻上戴着精致的冠帽，身上的一袭绛紫色的丝罗袍，与江湖人穿的袍子大不相同，确是仿佛文人墨客一般的宽袍大袖，眉目五官无不精致得如精雕细琢的杰作，剑眉直插入鬓，睫毛纤长，鼻梁俊俏高挺，薄唇润红，看着竟似细细妆成一般，美得浓艳。但一双细长凤眼不知为何看起来却是刚毅之极，淡化了那张脸的阴柔之感。

他正是林霄门下的大弟子，楚毓。玄门宗的大弟子，出身是江南世家大户的独子，因为少时身体羸弱，被家人送上玄门宗习武，虽然有首座弟子的名分，但实际上在江湖上却毫无名气，众所周知的原因，是必须继承家业，无法接任玄门宗宗主之位。

“大师兄何时回来的？”

曾宣垂下双目，他知道自己在自省期间擅自修习内功修炼武艺都是不允许的，大师兄虽然救了自己一命，但也同时是抓住了他痛脚。“三月之前，并未听说大师兄会回雾峰山。”

楚毓看了他一眼，说道：“祁州的表亲重病，家中派我前去探望，回程路经雾峰山，顺道便上来拜会师父与各位师弟。此前并未知会，是我唐突了。”

曾宣连忙说：“师兄，这又是从何说来。我等几年不见，自应该好好聚聚。”

“那是自然”楚毓说道：“只是师父闭关，不过听说算算日子这几日就快出关了，等我拜见完师父我们师兄弟得找个时间好好的聚上一聚。我方才在山下碰到青竹师弟，只是他还不认识我。”

“是，青竹是师兄离开雾峰山之后，才入本门的。”

曾宣回答道。“下次要让他好好赔礼才是。”

楚毓连忙笑道：“师兄我可不拘这一套，我们师兄弟见面自然会认识的。”

他眼神一转，问道：“话说回来，三师弟在哪里？怎的到处都不见他？”

曾宣说道：“青竹师弟送饭上来的时候对我说过，三师弟与师父一同上温泉洞闭关修炼了。”

说完嘴边自嘲似的一笑，“三师弟是本门第一位hristine-foster.com">无码av日韩免费一区二区三区不卡毛片闭关的弟子，英雄出少年，可真是厉害之极了。”

“是吗？”

楚毓眼神转向后山温泉宫的方向，微微一笑：“那可要恭喜他了。”

宽大衣袖下面的手，暗暗紧握成拳。

月火焚心第十三章

层层云雾之中，有一个穿着红色长袍的女人在回头朝她微笑，她看不清那女人的面容，却只觉得那个笑容温柔极了，长长的黑发在风中飘扬，鲜红色的衣袂飘飘，就像燃烧着的一团烈火一般。

林凡猛然睁开眼睛，发现自己在师父的怀里，这里是在温泉洞，看向沙漏，今天正是两人出关的日子。

“做什麽梦了？”

师父从背后抱着她，细细地啃着她光滑如玉的肩膀。凡儿蜷缩起身子睡觉的时候，看起来特别柔弱诱人，让他忍不住想要从背后把她的身体整个包起来。

“我又梦见那个穿红色衣服的女人了。”

林凡声音轻的像梦呓一样，她还没完全从刚刚的梦里面清醒过来。师父的动作仿佛突然停顿了一下，接着伸手把她的脸拉过来，下一刻双唇就被掠夺了，然后师父的两只手又开始在她胸前一对玉乳上不断使坏。

“师父……别……”

林凡这才一下子清醒过来，扭动挣扎起来：“我们得出关了……”

师父轻笑一声，却不回答，轻轻舔咬她的耳垂，双手在胸乳间的侵略还在继续。忽然间林凡的身体僵直，不再扭动，原来是感觉到修长双腿之间被师父挤了进来，娇嫩欲滴的花瓣直接与向上翘起的火热龙茎相贴，她不敢乱动，双颊却不自觉地发烧了。三个月来与师父日夜耳鬓斯磨，身体早就变得敏感无比，这样的动作，已经让她呼吸乱了。

但这一次，师父却没有进入，只是直接挺腰在她臀沟下花瓣中间来回抽动。龙首恣意挑逗着微微张开的花瓣和前端的珍珠，灼热坚硬触感让林凡感觉下身一阵酥麻，却还是紧咬着下唇。师父的一只手从她的胸乳上顺着腰腹曲线从正中间一直缓缓往下，手指到萋萋芳草之地的时候，林凡忍不住喘息起来，因为师父的中指在那颗珍珠上稍微使力，上下捻摩亵玩。林凡两腿发酸，花瓣深处涌出一波波的蜜液，细细喘息，身体完全绵软了下来，背靠在他胸怀里。

这时候师父抽出手指，起身，轻扶她躺下，自己却开始穿上衣服。林凡的身体失去了热源，有种冰冷的空虚感忽然从身体某处钻进她心里面。“师父……”

师父已经披了一件中衣，他回头笑道：“我们不是要出关了吗？快穿衣服吧。”

But contrary to his words, his erect penis remained prominently erect between her legs, completely undisguised. Lin Fan blushed deeply, knowing he was teasing her, yet she kept falling for it. She felt both ashamed and anxious, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears. She pleaded softly, "Master...don't...don't stop..."

Whether from lust or shame, her delicate, almost coquettish voice was incredibly alluring.

The master felt a tickle in his heart, like a kitten scratching at his heart. He tore off his inner garment and immediately lifted her legs, his penis plunging straight into her wet, intoxicating place. She cried out softly, her flower-like opening involuntarily contracting and tightening. He panted heavily, his voice hoarse, "You little vixen!" He

withdrew a few inches, then thrust in again, all the way in. The impact made her body burn once more, her breath coming in gasps...

Chapter Fourteen: Burning Heart of the Moon

When the two finished, it was already afternoon.

Lin Fan quickly washed and dressed, tying her hair up and putting on her hat. Her master personally placed a human skin mask on her, then a bronze mask, tightening the straps. Donning the black robe and gloves, every inch of Lin Fan's skin was once again shrouded in black, concealing her exquisite beauty. Her master gazed intently at her face, his fingers gently tracing the cold mask, a complex and unfathomable emotion flashing in his eyes. "Master..."

her voice trembled slightly.

"Let's go."

He turned, then grabbed her hand, leading her out through a side path. They separated only when they were almost at the exit of the hot spring cave, exiting one after the other.

"Congratulations, Master, on your return."

A clear voice came from beside the hot spring cave entrance. "Chu Yu greets Master."

Seeing Chu Yu kneeling by the cave entrance, the master simply said, "Hmm, you're back?"

"Yes."

Chu Yu slightly raised her head, her calm gaze meeting that of her master and Lin Fan who emerged behind her.

Lin Fan bowed respectfully upon seeing Chu Yu, saying, "Senior Brother."

Inside the main hall of Yunshui Pavilion, the faint scent of incense wafted again through the half-closed bamboo curtains. Master, dressed in a white robe, sat in the head seat, while Chu Yu, wearing a crimson robe, stood several feet away.

"How have you been these past few years?"

Master slightly raised his eyes, his deep, dark eyes fixed on Chu Yu.

"Reporting to Master, Chu Yu has been busy with family affairs these past few years, and my martial arts have somewhat neglected. I truly feel ashamed of failing Master's teachings,"

Chu Yu said, bowing his head.

Master sighed softly, "Yu'er, you are not a member of the martial arts world. Besides, martial arts are about cultivation levels; there's no need to be so concerned about them."

"Master's teachings are true,"

Chu Yu said softly, "but I feel uneasy whenever I think about this. Therefore, upon returning to the sect, I wish to stay for a few more months. I hope Master can continue to teach me..."

Master asked, "How are your family affairs?"

Chu Yu raised his head slightly and replied, "I have arranged everything."

"Since that's the case, stay if you wish, but don't forget your duties."

Master's face showed neither joy nor surprise, but remained calm and unchanged. "You may leave for now. Oh, and please call Xuan'er down from Luoxue Peak."

"Yes."

Chu Yu bowed and saluted. As he turned, he caught a glimpse of a black figure flashing past the bamboo curtain in the inner room, causing his heart to tighten and his feet to pause slightly. But he then turned and walked out of Yunshui Pavilion.

As he followed the mountain path to Snowfall Peak, he couldn't help but turn back to gaze at the Cloud and Water Pavilion atop Misty Peak. The pavilions and towers were shrouded in mist, like a fairyland.

In the northern desert, the once formidable and easily defensible Long Family Fortress was now a sea of fire and blood. Everything inside was charred black, and hundreds of headless corpses lay piled up inside and out, bloodstains everywhere, some bodies charred beyond recognition. The stench of burning and decay made Ye Zhen's brows furrow. It

was too horrible! The cultists were truly inhuman! A look of resentment flashed across her beautiful face. The cult had stormed Long Family Fortress in the northern desert in a single day, slaughtering all 180-plus inhabitants, leaving no one alive, and decapitating them all. The righteous martial arts factions had gathered over a dozen groups and rushed to Long Family Fortress overnight, only to find the cult had already fled, leaving behind this hellish scene.

“I never imagined that even Long Lan, the master of the Long Family Fortress, whose martial arts are unparalleled in the Northern Desert, could fall victim to the clutches of this cult. I never imagined these cult members would become so rampant these past few years.”

An Daoren from Shangxu Palace, who had come with them, said through gritted teeth. “Are we truly helpless?”

“No,” Ye Zhen said, her beautiful eyes shining brightly, “we will eventually wipe these monsters out.”

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