[The Romantic History of Warlords] (Chapter 017)

Chapter 017 The Four Sworn Brothers of Black Locust Hill With a bang, the door to the livestock shed opened, and Miao Xiulian walked
in carrying an oil lamp.
"Girl, what brings you here?" Yan Baosan grinned lewdly, grabbing Miao Xiulian's waist and his hand, like
a snake, slipped inside her, caressing her still-wet vulva. Miao Xiulian's face flushed instantly
. She pushed Yan Baosan away, saying coquettishly, "What are you doing? Don't mess around... umm... lamp! lamp!
lamp..."
"What lamp?" Yan Baosan snatched the oil lamp and tossed it onto the millstone beside him. Then, he
pressed Miao Xiulian against the wall, capturing her lips and kissing her passionately. His large hands
kneaded and caressed her full, tender breasts and her wet vulva.
After Yan Baosan's kisses and caresses, Miao Xiulian's waning desire reignited. She
actively kissed Yan Baosan's cheeks and neck with her tender tongue, one small hand around his waist, the other
eagerly kneading and rubbing his penis through his cotton trousers. At the same time, she opened her mouth and moaned uncontrollably,
"Ah...hmm..."
"Baby, come here," Yan Baosan said, picking Miao Xiulian up and striding to the corner of the wall. He spread
a thick, tattered straw mat with his feet, and they both lay down on it. Then, while passionately kissing, they began
to undress each other. In a few quick movements, their cotton trousers were off. Before he could even remove his coat, Yan Baosan spread Miao
Xiulian's legs and thrust himself into the young woman's warm, tender honey pot with a "plop."
But then, the male donkey started braying, "Hey, hey!"
"Wait... I'll go check on the donkey." Miao Xiulian kissed Yan Baosan on the cheek, pushed him away, stood up, and walked
naked towards the braying donkey. As she walked, she asked affectionately, "Big
Blackie, what are you braying about? Are you hungry?"
"Is it missing the female donkey too?" Yan Baosan laughed wickedly.
"Shameless!" Miao Xiulian glared at Yan Baosan. Then, she walked to the trough, looked around, turned around,
and patted the male donkey's neck twice, asking with a grin, "Big Blackie, are you hungry?" Then she bent
down to get the sieve, her white, tender buttocks naturally sticking up high.
Under the lamplight, her rump was covered in honey, glistening and reflecting the firelight, possessing an
indescribable allure. Suddenly, the donkey's head snapped around, its dark, gleaming eyes fixed on its mistress's
rump. Perhaps what attracted its gaze wasn't the rump itself, but a blade of grass, stuck to it with honey,
trembling gently in the breeze.
The donkey, probably starving, like a ravenous person seeing a biscuit, suddenly extended its long
tongue and licked the mistress's rump, swallowing the honey and grass along with it.
A donkey's tongue, like iron, licking someone's rump—who could resist? Especially since Miao Xiulian
was completely unprepared, she screamed "Mother!" and, trembling, grabbed a sieve and ran away. She threw herself
into Yan Baosan's arms, crying, "The donkey...it, it licked my butt...it scared me to death..."
"It's alright, it's alright! There was a blade of grass stuck to your butt. The donkey wasn't licking your butt,
it was eating the grass. Does it hurt? Let me see..." Yan Baosan suppressed a laugh and lowered his head to examine Miao Xiulian's buttocks
. The donkey's tongue was indeed powerful, licking half of her buttocks red. Touching it with his finger, Miao Xiulian immediately winced and
whimpered in a spoiled manner, "It hurts...humph...it's so itchy..."
"Here, let me help you stop the itch." Yan Baosan reached out and wiped away the sticky residue left by the donkey's tongue, then gently stroked
her buttocks.
"Hehehe... Stop touching me... The more you touch me, the itchier I get... Hehe..." Touched by Yan Baosan,
Miao Xiulian only felt itchier. She giggled and wiggled her little bottom to avoid him. "Stop it... Hehe...
I still need to feed the donkey." Saying this, she pinched Yan Baosan's nose, gave him a flirtatious wink, and walked away with the sieve.
Miao Xiulian poured the fodder into the donkey trough, put down the sieve, put one hand on her hip, pointed at the donkey's face with the other, and
scolded in a coquettish voice, "You stinky donkey, you deserve a beating! You deserve to go hungry..."
Unexpectedly, Miao Xiulian's appearance at this moment filled Yan Baosan with an indescribable allure, igniting his lust. He strode over, grabbed the young woman's waist, and 　　thrust
his penis into her tender opening .
Then, a warm, soft, and slippery sensation enveloped him, making him tremble with pleasure
.
"Ah..." Miao Xiulian was caught off guard, her body instantly filled, and she screamed in fright, collapsing
onto the donkey's back. Immediately afterward, under Yan Baosan's frenzied thrusting, waves of pleasure surged like a tide,
overwhelming everything, causing her to involuntarily raise her pointed chin, opening her small mouth to moan, "Ah...ah
...ah...so good...Baosan...too deep...I'm going to die..."
"Girl, is it good? Hehe..."
Yan Baosan laughed triumphantly. He gripped Miao Xiulian's small waist with both hands, thrusting his hips, using all his strength to
pump harder and harder, desperately penetrating her tender little hole. The penis relentlessly assaulted her swaying
body, her tender breasts swinging back and forth like a pendulum. Her eyes were slightly closed, her brows furrowed, and from deep within her throat
came a series of intoxicating moans: "Ha... Ahh... Don't stop... I... Oh... Ugh...
I can't take it anymore... Oh ah..."
"Slap slap slap..." "Gurgle gurgle gurgle..."
With Yan Baosan's thrusts, Miao Xiulian's pink buttocks rippled, and glistening honey-like fluid continuously gushed from
her tender, wet vagina, soaking her pubic hair and turning it into a pile of foam. Some of it flowed
down her buttocks to her lower abdomen, then dripped and rolled down, wetting the ground. More of the honey-like fluid
flowed warmly down her thighs, all the way into her shoes.
"Ahh... Baosan... Dear brother... Husband... You're fucking me to death..." Miao Xiulian's hands rested on...
On the donkey's back, her long hair swayed, her wet buttocks jiggled, and she cried out ecstatically.
Next, Yan Baosan kept changing positions to have sex with Miao Xiulian, sometimes making her hug the donkey's neck
, sometimes making her lie on the donkey trough, sometimes holding her on the straw mat, making her kneel and doggy style, Guanyin sitting upside down on a lotus position
… In short, that night, Yan Baosan and the two of them kept tossing and turning in the livestock shed, making love wildly. They ejaculated again
and again, continuing until dawn.
After a hasty breakfast, Yan Baosan spent money to buy (forcefully bought) a horse-drawn cart, carrying Old Man Tian and his wife,
a camphor wood chest, and the donkey, and left Lujiazhuang.
They drove south along the winding riverside path, entering the locust forest belt of Heihuai Ridge after 30 kilometers.
To the west of Heihuai Ridge is Xiaojia Town, and to the northeast is Zhouqiao Township. This forest belt marks 　　the southwestern provincial border between Shandong Province and Zhili (later known as
Hebei) , and also the boundary between Qiyang and Liaocheng. (ps: The locust forest is W-shaped; the left side 　　of the V contains Qiyang, and the right side of the V contains Liaocheng.) 　　"Sweet, sweet your smile / Like flowers blooming in the spring breeze / Blooming in the spring breeze..." Yan Baosan 　　sang Teresa Teng's song with a delighted smile, cracking his whip. 　　"Baosan, what tune are you singing? I've never heard it before," 　　Miao Xiulian asked Yan Baosan curiously, lifting the carriage curtain. After last night's passionate lovemaking, her usually 　　tense face was now beaming like a flower blooming in the spring breeze, so radiant and alluring. Her 　　eyes, filled with tender affection, and her lips curved in a spring-like smile, she appeared even more captivating. 　　"Baby, this is a song I made up for you, called 'Sweet Honey'." 　　Yan Baosan, shameless as ever, used the song as an excuse to seduce her. Seeing Miao Xiulian's flirtatious gaze and alluring expression, 　　his heart itched again, and he reached out and grabbed her high, firm breasts twice. Even through her cotton clothes, the soft, 　　fleshy feel was incredibly satisfying. 　　"Go away! Sweet talk!" Miao Xiulian glared at Yan Baosan reproachfully, gave a coquettish snort, and 　　pulled the carriage curtain down again. 　　"Hehe...where have I seen you before..." Yan Baosan sang the off-key version of 　　"Sweet Honey" again, beaming with pride 　　. "Bang!" A gunshot suddenly rang out from behind the pile of rocks under the locust tree ahead. Immediately afterward, 　　three people jumped out of the rocks, lined up from left to right, each shorter than the last. They were dressed in tattered 　　cotton-padded clothes, their jackets open, hemp ropes tied around their waists, and short knives tucked diagonally. They carried a Mauser pistol and two rifles. Each man 　　had a black cloth covering his face, revealing only a pair of gleaming, thieving eyes. 　　The man carrying the Mauser pistol shouted at Yan Baosan, "Stop the carriage!" 　　Damn it!! He'd encountered highway robbers. 　　"Whoa!" Yan Baosan pulled on the reins, stopping the carriage. He jumped down and clasped his hands in a 　　fist salute to the three men opposite him: "Heroes, what can I do for you?" 　　"Hahaha!" The three men burst into laughter. A little kid actually imitating adults, putting 　　on a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and outlaws) air—interesting. 　　The slightly fatter man on the right roared, "Listen up! This mountain is mine, this tree is mine! If you want to pass, 　　leave your toll! If you dare utter a single word of dissent, I'll kill you and leave you no trace!" " 　　Damn it!! Did Mr. Shan Tianfang teach you that line?" Yan Baosan asked, barely suppressing a laugh. 　　"What the hell did you say?!" the three robbers roared in anger. 　　Yan Baosan rolled up his sleeves, puffed out his chest, and chuckled, saying, "How about this? If you three 　　can beat me, the money, the carriage, and the woman in it are all yours. Oh, and that stupid donkey too. 　　How about it?" " 　　Has this kid been kicked in the head by a donkey?!" The three robbers doubted their ears. 　　The man with the pistol laughed, sizing up Yan Baosan. He was barely 1.5 meters tall, skinny 　　, and didn't look like a reclusive martial arts master at all. So, he strapped the pistol to the rope, rubbed his 　　hands together, and asked, "Young brother, are you serious?" 　　"A man's word is his bond!" Yan Baosan said with boundless pride, displaying 　　the air of a young hero. 　　"Alright! Listen carefully, my name is Zhang Shijie, nicknamed Iron Flying Tiger. My two brothers are named Zhang Long and 　　Zhao Hu. If you can withstand three of my moves, I'll let you pass. What do you say?" "Zhang 　　Shijie's words carried no disdain for Yan Baosan; on the contrary, they were brimming with the spirit of a chivalrous hero. 　　Zhang Shijie… I've heard of him. It's said he's a renowned martial arts master in Niuzhen, 　　known as one of the "Three Great Masters of Qiyang" along with Pan Guangcheng, the Divine Fist Master, and Wang Shipeng, the Little Golden Knife Master. I never imagined such a dignified martial arts figure would become an outlaw 　　. 　　"Good!" "Yan Baosan agreed without hesitation. 　　Zhang Shijie tightened his wrist guards and leg wraps, took a large stride, and when he was two meters away from Yan Baosan, he suddenly 　　lunged forward with lightning speed. Upon reaching him, 　　he swung his fist. Yan Baosan's body spun rapidly like a whip, dodging 　　the punch, and simultaneously, with a swift movement, "smack!" landed squarely on Zhang Shijie's chest. 　　"Thump thump thump..." 　　Zhang Shijie staggered back four or five steps before barely regaining his footing. The blow to his chest caused a tightness in his chest and a 　　surge of blood; he had clearly suffered internal injuries. 　　"Ah?!!" Zhang Long and Zhao Hu were both shocked, their faces filled with disbelief. 　　Zhang Shijie took a long breath, his gaze towards Yan Baosan changing to one of astonishment and admiration. He clasped 　　his hands in a fist salute, his face full of shame, and said, "Young hero, I've lost! My apologies 　　!" "Brother Zhang, you're too kind!" Yan Baosan put on the act he'd learned from listening to storytelling, feeling 　　incredibly satisfied . 　　"May I ask your esteemed name, brother? What is your title? And who is your teacher?" Zhang Shijie adopted a more respectful 　　tone.

"My name is Yan Baosan. I don't have a formal name, nor a master. I learned kung fu in a dream," Yan Baosan casually made up
.
"A dream…you're joking." No one would believe such nonsense. Zhang Shijie assumed the boy didn't
want to reveal his identity, so he didn't press the matter. "Since Brother Yan is unwilling to tell me, I won't ask." Then he
waved his hand. "Brother, please go ahead."
In this chaotic world, to live comfortably, one needed guns and men to act as a warlord. Now the guns were there, but
the men were lacking. If Yan Baosan could recruit a martial arts master like Zhang Shijie as his subordinate, to help guard the house (I wonder if
Zhang Shijie would be so angry he'd vomit blood), or as a thug...
? Thinking this, Yan Baosan's eyes darted around, and he asked Zhang Shijie with a smile, "Brother Zhang, I've long heard of your
great name but never had the chance to visit you. Meeting you today, you truly are a hero. But why have you taken up this kind of
highway robbery?"
Zhang Shijie was utterly embarrassed by the question; his face flushed red, then turned pale. His face was filled with hatred and anger
as he explained, “Brother, to tell you the truth, I used to live a good life in Niuzhen. But a few days ago,
Niuzhen was occupied by the warlord Liao Kuocheng, and he wanted me to become his subordinate. How could I possibly work for a Henan man?
I refused, so he kidnapped my wife and five family members to threaten me…”
At this point, he looked regretful, “It’s all my fault for not being skilled enough. I wanted to join forces with my brothers to kill him.
Unfortunately… I killed them… a full seventeen lives!!”
“Brother Zhang, if you want revenge, why don’t you go find Luo Kaiyi?”
“That bastard Luo Kaiyi killed my uncle when he was forming the rebellion. I have an irreconcilable hatred for him;
how could I possibly serve him?
” Yan Baosan's eyes darted around, and he grabbed Zhang Shijie's hand, his face full of sincerity and boundless ambition. "Brother Zhang
," he said, "I, Yan Baosan, am also preparing to establish my own power base and make a name for myself. Now, I have guns and money,
all I lack are heroes like you, Brother Zhang. If you trust me, would you be willing to join forces with me and create
something great together?
" "Really?!" Zhang Shijie exclaimed with delight.
"That's right!"
At this moment, Miao Xiulian lifted the carriage curtain and suggested with a smile, "Since you brothers get along so well, why don't
you become sworn brothers?"
"Good idea!"
In the locust grove of Black Locust Hill, Yan Baosan, Zhang Shijie, Zhang Long, and Zhao Hu kowtowed and became sworn brothers
, using the same old phrase: "We don't ask to be born on the same day, month, and year, but we ask to die on the same day, month, and year!"
According to their ages, Zhang Shijie was 27, Zhang Long was 23, Zhao Hu was 21, and Yan Baosan was only 16, so he should have been the fourth oldest.
However, the other two insisted that Yan Baosan be the eldest brother, reasoning, "You are highly skilled in martial arts and have great ambitions
. We have come to rely on you, so you should be the eldest brother."
"I'd rather accept your offer," Yan Baosan repeatedly declined, but he had no choice but to "
reluctantly" become the eldest brother.
“Let’s go! Follow our elder brother home.”
“Alright!”
Who would have thought that while there was the Oath of the Peach Garden in history, the Oath of the Black Locust Hill by Yan Baosan and his three companions also became
a beautiful story that people talked about with great relish.

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