Long sword enters Xianghu

Wumengying has always been my goal. But because my eyes are about to be taken away—as prophesied—I must see Wumengying one last time before I can still see the light, even if it's just her back or the footprints she left behind.

Wumengying is always accompanied by twelve maids. The only place she goes after leaving her cave is her bathing pool—Fragrant Lake. I lie in ambush three zhang away from the cave entrance, inconspicuous like a fallen leaf, like a ghost, bringing only a touch of coolness in summer. My body will not be detected by Wumengying, even though she has extraordinary hearing. She cannot hear my breathing, she cannot hear my heartbeat, she cannot hear the moonlight-like love emanating from my body because of her. She cannot hear me, but I can see her. The moon is thinner than I imagined. Wumengying is even more slender than the moon. Her steps are light, her skirts flutter, her long hair flows freely, her face is ethereal; she is like a goddess, her eyes as clear and cool as water. Twelve beautiful young women followed in her footsteps. Wu Mengying's steps were light and graceful, not even stirring up a fallen leaf, and her maids were the same, their footsteps making no sound at all. Their lightness skill was far better than I had imagined; it seemed they were indeed descendants of the Seven Immortals Sect. Such lightness skill was extremely rare in the martial arts world. Those who had truly witnessed the Seven Immortals Sect's lightness skill had either perished in the belly of fish or been devoured by lions. I was perhaps the only one in this so-called martial arts world to have seen them display the Seven Immortals Sect's supreme lightness skill. If they discovered me, I would be sunk to the bottom of Fragrant Lake—I think if my corpse truly sank into the Fragrant Lake where Wu Mengying bathed and swam every night, I would be willing. Wu Mengying and her entourage walked under the moonlight; the trees they passed through swayed in the wind, as if all living things were already fast asleep. I could only hear the soft breathing of the thirteen young women in the breeze.

Wu Mengying's breathing was the most familiar to me. Every night before I fell asleep, I always liked to recall her breath and the faint smile behind the veil. Her unique, noble fragrance, however, kept me awake at night. Her image filled my heart, eyes, and dreams, but I had never truly seen her face. Perhaps tonight I could finally see her beauty. Maybe I could even catch a glimpse of her peerless, graceful figure? Suddenly, Wu Mengying stopped, and the twelve maids behind her halted almost simultaneously. The maids asked, "Young Master, what's wrong?" Wu Mengying said, "Someone's here!" The twelve maids immediately shot out like arrows from twelve different directions, disappearing without a trace in an instant. Wu Mengying softly said—"Please show yourself!" At that moment, the twelve maids suddenly appeared, twelve long swords thrusting towards me in the moonlight. Twelve beams of light, a fusion of the moon's desolation and the swords' sharpness, enveloped all the vital points on my body. Twelve sword tips clashed together—my left toe landed right on them. The twelve swords separated abruptly, simultaneously thrusting upwards—my body spun a full circle, my toes striking the tips of each sword. The twelve swords abruptly returned to their sheaths. The twelve maidens leaped away simultaneously. They used the same swordsmanship, the same movement. Advancing and retreating in unison. Clean and swift, incredibly graceful, in the dim moonlight, besides an inviolable, vibrant spirit, there was also an inconceivable beauty and purity. My heart was deeply moved—if Wumengying hadn't been before me, I would have surely prostrated myself before these twelve maidens. But I came for Wumengying. And Wumengying was clearly standing behind me. Her face was veiled with a gossamer-thin gauze. Her body was concealed by a dress as white as a lily. My mind went blank. My only thought was how to undress her; I didn't want to untie her stockings. Just as I was lost in thought, Wu Ying drew her signature weapon, Pink Lotus Withering in Autumn. In that instant, I severed the sashes of all twelve of Wu Ying's maids, their garments falling to the ground, filling the forest with the sweet scent of young women's flesh. It was inexplicably exciting. *** *** *** ***

Smoke and mist swirled, casting shadows on the trees, moonlight reflected in the water. Smoke veiled her slender fingers. Clouds rose on her cold cheeks. Pink Lotus Withering in Autumn was indeed a divine weapon. After three moves, Pink Lotus Withering in Autumn, wielded by Wu Ying, possessed a gentle grace reminiscent of Song Dynasty poetry. Pink Lotus Withering in Autumn was like rain, like snow, like mist. Wu Ying herself was like water, like ice, like a river. Wu Ying had deeply mastered the true teachings of the Seven Immortals Sect. The Seven Immortals Swordplay emphasized elusive agility, elusive yet not frivolous, agile yet not aggressive. When she wielded the Pink Lotus withering in autumn, she was like a celestial being descended from heaven. Her exquisite Seven Immortals Sword Technique was incredibly graceful, almost rivaling the poetry of Li Bai. Wu Yingmeng's sword was fast; my body was only faster than hers. Wu Yingmeng showed no impatience, only making the Pink Lotus withering in autumn faster and faster, increasingly mysterious. No ordinary person could fathom the unpredictability within her swordplay. Finally, the Pink Lotus withering in autumn stirred up the leaves. Around me were leaves stirred by Wu Yingmeng's sword—withered leaves, green leaves, broken leaves, and whole leaves. For the first time, anger appeared in the sword intent of the Pink Lotus withering in autumn. She was like a newly blossoming hibiscus; I sensed a subtle, almost imperceptible change in her fragrance due to her slight anger. Her blood flow quickened, inevitably revealing a fleeting flaw in her swordsmanship. Wu Yingmeng could have been invincible; she lacked experience. A master is merely a more advanced sparring partner. A master is merely a stepping stone for a master's progress. Wu Mengying had undoubtedly forgotten her own strengths. If she had opened her collar just a little more, I would have easily fallen to her sword. Wu Mengying had forgotten to observe my weaknesses. Wu Mengying had forgotten to find my openings. Wu Mengying had forgotten that every martial art has a fatal flaw, more or less. Originally, Wu Mengying had already surrounded me heavily with her white figure. But after using her Seven Immortals Sword Technique, she found this ragged boy somewhat annoying, and she abandoned something important, allowing me to seize the opportunity. Wu Mengying was already drenched in sweat. The cool, metallic scent of the withered lotus in autumn was gone from my nose. My

nose was filled with the smell of Wu Mengying's sweat. Wu Mengying was indeed a first-rate master; she had discovered the fatal mistake I shouldn't have made in a duel between masters. Suddenly, in the midst of immense tension—distracted. Wu Mengying kicked me far away with one bare foot. My body flew out horizontally. I was also surprised to find that I had something in my hand. Soft silk. I inadvertently removed Wu Ying's veil. I wanted to kiss her cheek. But the force of her bare feet sent me flying backward. My body flew smoothly out of the woods. Soon I reached the center of Fragrant Lake. I stepped on the ripples of Fragrant Lake. These ripples had once lightly touched Wu Ying's breasts. These ripples were clearer because they had once washed Wu Ying's hands. These ripples also exuded a faint fragrance because of Wu Ying's bath. Perhaps Fragrant Lake made Wu Ying more fragrant. Perhaps Wu Ying made Fragrant Lake more fragrant. I couldn't figure it out. Wu Ying pursued closely, the tip of her sword, Pink Lotus Withered Autumn, was within three feet of my throat. I retreated quickly, she chased quickly. In this chase, my hands felt warm, and my eyes were a little moist. I saw her face for the first time. Wu Ying was shy with a hint of anger. There were tears in her eyes, just because I had taken her veil, how much she disliked others seeing her face. The sword was cold as the moon, her voice chilling. Her tongue was warm. The heart of Xianghu was in turmoil. I still thought of how to throw her longsword into Xianghu. Only then could I gently undress her. Suddenly, Wuyingmeng discarded her sword. The pink lotus withered silently in Xianghu. Wuyingmeng stopped on Xianghu, her feet sinking even without a boat. She seemed as ethereal as a shadow, not before my eyes. Then, her long skirt, untouched by a single drop of water, floated gently in the moonlight, drifting far away, landing on Xianghu, slowly sinking into it, like the withering pink lotus. Everything was as I wished. Wuyingmeng was naked, her allure captivating yet shy. All I could do was weep. I placed my hands on Wuyingmeng's breasts, gazing into the depths of her eyes. Xianghu was shrouded in a light mist, and Wuyingmeng and I sank into the lake together, my mouth filled with her soft tongue and the sweet water of Xianghu.

[The End]

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