Crimson Blood. Apricot Blossom by Purple Madness

Prologue
"That's Shenxianling," the merchant said, pointing to the dense mountains ahead. "This place is high in the mountains and dense in the forest, with only a few households. It's also known as the 'Three No-Man's-Land.'" A middle-aged man dressed as a scholar asked, "Three No-Man's-Land?" The merchant replied, "This is the border area where three provinces meet. It's a desolate place with harsh waters, and none of the three provinces—Jiangxi, Fujian, and Guangdong—are bothered to manage it. There's also a saying that this 'Three No-Man's-Land' is neither managed by Heaven, Earth, nor even by the Emperor." The scholar, fanning himself with a paper fan, said, "Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the Emperor. In the heart of China, where are there any uncivilized people? But Mr. Sun, why are you choosing this 'Three No-Man's-Land' mountain path instead of the main road?" "You don't know this. Although Shenxianling is difficult to traverse, it saves two days of travel from Ganzhou Prefecture to Guangdong. And there's a wonderful thing about it—" Mr. Sun chuckled, "There's an inn at the foot of Shenxianling. Although it only has three or five rooms, it's clean and tidy, and the homemade mountain wine is exceptional." "The shop is called Xinghua Village." Seeing the meaningful smile on his face, the scholar couldn't help but laugh, "Mr. Sun, you'd rather cross mountains and valleys, traversing this Immortal Ridge, just for the mountain wine in this shop?" Mr. Sun laughed, "To tell you the truth, Xinghua Village is a husband-and-wife shop. The owner's surname is Bai; he was originally a scholar, but even in his fifties, he didn't pass the imperial examinations and remains an old scholar, rather dull by nature. The proprietress, however, is extremely beautiful and capable; everyone who passes by calls her Dan Niang." The scholar laughed, "So Mr. Sun has a lover here? No wonder you complain about the long road." Mr. Sun quickly waved his hand, "You've misunderstood. This couple runs a legitimate business. The owner is a scholar, and he doesn't do anything wicked. Dan Niang is also a virtuous woman; despite the many customers, this beautiful woman in the shop never utters a single word of gossip." The scholar still didn't believe it. "Then why would Boss Sun bother walking this mountain path?" Boss Sun laughed, "You don't know, sir. That Dan Niang is in her thirties, full of charm, with fair skin and delicate features, a beauty like a flower. Just watching her warm wine and serve dishes, the way she sways her waist gracefully, I'd gladly walk dozens more miles." He sighed, "It's been a year since I last came. I wonder if Dan Niang has become even more beautiful." The scholar tapped his folding fan lightly in his palm, exclaiming in surprise, "Such a beauty in this desolate wilderness..." As he spoke, the mountain path turned, revealing a small courtyard nestled in a mountain hollow. Against the rocky cliff stood a two-story building, with an open space in front. Green vines climbed the bamboo fence outside, and several apricot trees in the courtyard were in full bloom, their branches ablaze with fiery red blossoms. A yellow cloth wine banner hung from the corner of the building, bearing the words "Apricot Blossom Village" in black ink.
The Boss Sun stopped chuckling, straightened his headscarf, and the two entered the courtyard one after the other.
It was midday, yet the courtyard was quiet and deserted. The inn's door was wide open, a wooden sign beside it half-covered by a green gauze scarf, the amount of silver faintly written on it. The scholar looked around; the inn, though small, was bright and clean, the tables and chairs spotless, indicating the owner's competence. However, it was strange that the innkeeper hadn't come out yet, even though the guests had already gone upstairs.
The two went upstairs, wondering about this, when a guest room door opened with a soft creak, and a gentle voice said, "Sir, are you looking for a room?" The two turned around and were stunned.
A young woman leaned against the door, wearing a blue cloth blouse with white flowers, the buttons undone, her hands clutching the hem, her snow-white neck extending down to below the blouse, revealing delicate collarbones, as if she had just put on the garment. She wore an indigo skirt, the hem already wrinkled. Beneath her skirt peeked out a pair of bright red satin shoes; her feet had been bound, and the embroidered shoes resembled two delicate red lotus petals. Inside, her two fair, jade-like feet, though unbound by the straps, were bare. Despite
the still chilly March weather, the girl's forehead was covered in sweat, a tuft of glossy black hair cascading down her shoulders, a few strands clinging to her cheeks, which were flushed. She looked about seventeen or eighteen; though dressed simply, her eyes were bright and charming, and her disheveled appearance, damp with sweat, gave her a unique and alluring beauty.
The scholar, having heard effusive praise from his companion, had assumed the proprietress was a dignified and virtuous young lady. But upon seeing her, while she was beautiful, the amorous glint in her eyes and brows suggested she had just been intimate. It was only past noon, and she was engaging in illicit sexual activity in a guest room—was this Dan Niang running a respectable business? Seeing Mr. Sun's astonished expression, the scholar couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Come to think of it, with such a seductive woman offering herself, even walking dozens more miles of mountain road would be worthwhile.
Mr. Sun was filled with surprise; the girl's appearance was seven or eight parts similar to Dan Niang, but she was much younger. Looking at the woman's breasts, glistening with fragrant sweat, radiating a white, smooth sheen, Mr. Sun felt a little dizzy and stammered, "Are you... Dan Niang here?" The woman's pretty face flushed red, and she carefully covered her collar. Just as she was about to speak, the door behind her was suddenly kicked open, and a burly man with a belt came out of the room. He grabbed her neck and kissed her cheek heavily. "Your mother's a real slut, her asshole is dripping wet..." he said, pulling a small string of copper coins from his waist and throwing them into the girl's arms. He then gave her high, firm breasts a squeeze before stomping downstairs.
Clutching the string of copper coins, the girl forced a smile and said softly, "Danniang just had some guests and will be out in a moment. Two gentlemen, would you like to stay at the inn?"

01 Returning Home
One year ago.
Bai Xuelian traveled day and night, arriving at Shenxianling at dusk. Seeing the wine flag fluttering in the twilight, a smile involuntarily appeared on the girl's lips.
Since going to Luoxiao Mountain to learn martial arts at the age of twelve, Bai Xuelian hadn't been home for six years. She wondered if her father's cough had improved; her mother was working so hard running the inn; her younger sister, Yulian, should be sixteen this year; she wondered if the family had arranged a marriage for her; and her younger brother, Yinglian, the lifeblood of the family, was only one year old when she left home, babbling in her mother's arms; now he should be all grown up.
The twilight deepened, and the surrounding scenery gradually blurred. Bai Xuelian wanted to give her parents a surprise, so she pressed the long sword on her back and quietly entered the courtyard.
The shop was already lit, and two tables of guests were seated in the downstairs guest room. At the window, there was an elderly man with gray hair and a woman in a green dress. The woman looked a few years older than Bai Xuelian, with eyes as black as lacquer, which shone with a subtle light, attracting the attention of four men at the other table.
Just by looking at those eyes, Bai Xuelian recognized that the woman possessed martial arts skills, but she didn't know how strong they were. She had a bundle beside her and wore fast boots made of lambskin, dressed for a long journey.

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