Wei Yunniang

To the west of Wagang Mountain lies a very high mountain—Jiufeng Mountain. Jiufeng Mountain doesn't actually have nine peaks; it's just that from a distance, the mountains appear undulating and uneven, hence the name Jiufeng Mountain (Nine Peaks Mountain).
In Jiufeng Mountain, there's a bamboo shoot mill. Every year, when the bamboo shoot season arrives, a man takes a little girl and stays in the mountains for several months, processing the fresh bamboo shoots, drying them, and transporting them outside the mountains to sell.
One day, the little girl wandered alone in the mountains, picking flowers, gathering fruit, and climbing tall trees. She knew this area well, and her father—the man—didn't bother her. The little girl wandered further and further away, until she saw a fight in an open space high in the tree. She ran over to watch.
Three boys were wielding wooden swords, brandishing and sparring with them. The little girl clapped her hands and laughed, "Fun! Fun! I want to play too!"
A tall, bearded man in a green robe stood nearby and chuckled, "Little girl, where did you come from? Where are your parents?" The little girl asked curiously, "Mother? I don't have a mother. My father went to dig bamboo shoots!"
The man in the green robe found her adorable and smiled, "Oh, you're a little girl from the Wei family. Would you like to learn swordsmanship?"
The little girl looked at the things the boys were waving in their hands and found it very interesting, nodding vigorously, "Yes!"
So she stayed and became the man in the green robe's last female disciple. That year she was nine years old, and her master named her Wei Yunniang.
The man in the green robe was a famous swordsman in the martial arts world of western Fujian, known as "One-Word Wisdom Sword" Zhuo Shutong. The eldest brother, Guo Zhi, was from a prominent local family and was fourteen years old. The second brother, Tang Yi, was from Linchuan, Jiangxi. The third brother, Lin Shiqian, was an orphan. The second and third brothers were born in the same year, making Yunniang two years older. Master doted on Yunniang, and her fellow disciples also treated her well, indulging her in everything. As a result, Yunniang developed some minor quirks: when she was in a bad mood, she would stay in bed; when angry, she wouldn't eat; when happy, she would ask her disciples to take her to pick wildflowers. By the time Yunniang was fifteen, everyone could see she was a beauty. She was already pretty, and years of martial arts training had given her an even more delicate and vibrant energy. Her kicks, punches, dodges, walks, and leaps were all indescribably beautiful.
Her waist was like an unbreakable bamboo stalk, slender yet resilient; her eyes were like a clear, bright mountain stream; her skin was like a peeled bamboo shoot, tender and white.
Yunniang used to live next door to her fellow disciples. Their house was made of bamboo, with gaps that let in the wind. They didn't need to visit each other to talk; everyone could hear each other perfectly, as if they were all in the same room. Yunniang said she could hear her eldest brother snoring when she slept. The disciples often talked at night, making quite a racket.
Seeing that his disciples were all grown up, the master decided to be more discreet and switched rooms with Yunniang. Yunniang moved into the master's old room, while the master moved into the room next to his senior brothers. It was much quieter now. The three boys didn't dare to make a fuss, afraid the master would hear. Yunniang, being alone, couldn't cause any trouble.

The senior brothers noticed that Yunniang was much more demure. Even during the day, she wasn't as noisy and boisterous as before. Before, her laughter was loud and pleasant. Now, her smile was genuine and beautiful. Her yellow braid, which the senior brothers used to pull and grab all the time, was now long and black, and they dared not touch it.
It wasn't that they didn't want to touch it. The eldest senior brother returned from Wagang Town outside the mountains with rice and many small items, some of which were girls' clothes. During martial arts practice, he secretly told Yunniang to wait for him by the bamboo grove that night; he had something for her. Yunniang was very happy to see the items, holding them in her hands and examining them. The eldest senior brother said he had bought them himself and shouldn't let anyone else know. After saying this, he quietly looked her over and said he wanted to touch her black hair.
Yunniang said, "What's so special about touching hair? Didn't you always get your hair pulled and touched like that?" The eldest brother said he hadn't touched it in a long time. Yunniang turned her head and let the eldest brother touch it.
A few days later, the third brother went up the mountain with Yunniang to gather firewood. When they sat down to rest, he stammered and asked Yunniang if the eldest brother had touched her hair. Yunniang blushed, wondering how the third brother had found out. The third brother said he also wanted to touch her hair. Yunniang thought that since the eldest brother had already touched it, she had no reason to refuse the third brother, so she let him touch it too. The third brother touched it for a long time, twirling the black hair in his hands, and even touching her cheek.
That night, Yunniang lay in bed thinking, "Why do my brothers like to touch my hair?" She brushed her hair to her chest and looked closely. Her hair was indeed blacker and shinier, prettier than before. No wonder her brothers liked it.
Yunniang couldn't sleep for a long time, sometimes brushing her hair to her chest, sometimes tossing it over her head. Later, she dreamed that her second senior brother also came to touch her hair. He was handsome, with bright white teeth, and his breath tickled her forehead, lifting a few strands of hair. Yunniang felt her face burning and couldn't breathe. Suddenly, she woke up; it turned out her mouth and nose were covered by her head, making it difficult to breathe.
Among the disciples, the second senior brother was the most talented and hardworking. He was very focused on practicing his sword. He didn't see Yunniang bring him tea, nor did he see her carrying firewood. His sword gleamed in the sunlight, and he moved nimbly among the trees. He looked beautiful when he was focused on practicing. He never touched Yunniang's hair.
Their master's illness came suddenly; knowing he was dying, he called his disciples to his side. He glanced at Yunniang first, then stared at his second senior brother, panting heavily but unable to speak, his eyes refusing to close for a long time. Suddenly, the second senior brother knelt down and said, "Master, your disciple knows your heart. I will definitely practice swordsmanship diligently, pass the entrance exam for Xuanwu Academy, and bring you honor!" The master gasped a few times, then stopped breathing.
Xuanwu Academy was the premier martial arts academy in the world. The master often encouraged his disciples to practice swordsmanship diligently and pass the entrance exam. But the eldest and third senior brothers knew their skills were far inferior and had no illusions. Only the second senior brother, after the master's passing, packed his bags and prepared to go to Luoyang to take the exam.
On the night before his departure, Yunniang cried even more bitterly than when the master died. The second senior brother was worried and stayed by her side until dawn before setting off, instructing the eldest and third senior brothers to take good care of Yunniang.
The master passed away, and the second senior brother also left. The eldest brother wanted to bring Yunniang to live with them, but the third brother disagreed. Yunniang also said she wanted to stay in the mountains forever, and perhaps the second brother would return soon. So
the three of them continued to live in the mountains, each with their own room. The mountains became even quieter, and Yunniang became very silent. The eldest and third brothers rarely spoke to each other either. There was a potted plant in front of Yunniang's room, which bloomed quietly throughout the summer.
The leaves on the trees gradually turned yellow, and the second brother did not return. Heavy snow covered the mountain paths; was the second brother not coming back?
When spring arrived, the mountain flowers bloomed wildly. The eldest brother finally couldn't resist and went home to check on things. Only Yunniang and the third brother remained in the mountains. The third brother's lips were cracked from the damp rainy season. His hair was stiff and prickly. He didn't speak, like the most silent stone in the mountains.
Yunniang, on the other hand, was like a soft, slippery snake in the spring night, with tears welling up in her eyes.
Her arms, like tender vines sprouting in spring, were restless in the darkness, spreading, crawling, as if they needed to entwine something to stop. Rain fell at night, and Yunniang felt herself rotting, about to mold!
One night, her third senior brother sneaked into Yunniang's room, breaking her body apart, squeezing it soft, then tearing it open again. An endless struggle, panting, in the darkness. The next day, sunlight streamed in. Yunniang felt ashamed and guilty, hating herself, hating her third senior brother, and even more hating her second senior brother far away!
Yunniang crawled against the window, weeping bitterly, her body trembling, her buttocks sticking out. Her third senior brother came over, his face dark, saying nothing, pulling down Yunniang's pants, revealing her pale buttocks, and entered her hard. One thrust.
Two thrusts. His breathing was like that of a wild beast. Yunniang's body was lifted high, and her head hit the window frame again and again. The sound of "thud!" "thud!" came from behind. Yunniang was so ashamed that she wanted to cry, but she couldn't stop screaming like she was crying.
The eldest brother returned. After dinner, he saw the third brother silently enter Yunniang's room. He left the next day.
The third brother started taking on apprentices, all of whom called Yunniang "Master's Wife." Yunniang wondered, "Am I married to the third brother?"
Even she herself didn't know; year after year passed.
Yunniang gave birth to a mentally challenged son who could only call out "Mother" from a young age, never "Father." The third brother disliked him, but Yunniang felt sorry
for him. She knitted sweaters and made hats for her son, bathed him, and fed him. Her son ran in the fields, and Yunniang laughed on the hillside. Although her son was mentally challenged, he grew quite tall, only clinging to his mother, speechless and clueless when meeting others.
At thirteen years old, he still needed his mother's help to bathe. Standing in the bathtub, his erection was larger than an adult's.
Yunniang was shocked but dared not tell anyone. Every time she bathed her son, the sight of his erection disturbed her peace of mind.
Once, while bathing him, his erection bounced up and became erect again. The son stood, and Yunniang squatted. The thing kept hitting Yunniang's face, making her face flush red. She could only call out, "Mother! Mother!" repeatedly.
The son's thing was clean, and Yunniang took it into her mouth.
The son tasted the pleasure, and whenever he was aroused, he would pester his mother to bathe him. Bathing him every day was inappropriate, so whenever no one else was around, Yunniang would unzip her son's pants, suck on it, coax it, and soothe it.
Her third brother was out on business, and Yunniang stayed under the lamp until very late. Everyone else had gone to sleep, and Yunniang, Yunniang, waited until she was soaking wet, then quietly led her son into her bed.
In the dead of night, the son let out a loud "Oh!" Yunniang quickly covered his mouth. The son's thing was very thick, filling her completely. The son just kept moving around, pushing half of Yunniang's body to the edge of the bed. The son was very strong, scratching all over Yunniang's body. Yunniang's head hung by the bedside, her black hair reaching the floor. Her lower body remained on the bed, her son grabbing her legs, making her feel as if she were flying.
When no one was around, Yunniang's body belonged to her son. Yunniang stood at the window watching her third senior brother teach his disciples swordsmanship. Her son squatted behind her, pulling down her trousers and playing between her legs, Yunniang's fluids wetting his face. Days passed, and Yunniang could no longer remember her second senior brother. 　　Yunniang felt very happy .
(The following is a separate section about a story by Gu Yong, published on Qinghai.) 　　Zhang the blacksmith said, "This child will bring shame to the Zhang family and is destined to be a bachelor for life!" 　　After thinking it over, he hardened his heart and spent ten swords to send him to learn martial arts under the tutelage of the Fujian swordsmen on Wagang Mountain. He didn't expect him to master any martial arts; he just wanted some peace and quiet. 　　Little Mouse Three was initially very excited, but after a while, he wanted to go home: he was always bullied by his senior brothers! He was treated like a lowly servant. 　　Zhang the blacksmith used an iron rod to beat him out of the house. Little Mouse Three had nowhere to go, so he had to return to Wagang Mountain. 　　This time, Little Mouse Three learned his lesson and accepted his fate, actively following his senior brothers around, serving them and avoiding many beatings. 　　One day, the master took in a young apprentice named Yu Ping, the son of Widow Yu from town. He was thin and always kept his head down and didn't speak. 　　Little Mouse Three blinked and ran up. "Hey! Your name is Yu Ping, right?" "Yes!" 　　"You have to listen to your senior brother from now on! I'm Senior Brother Zhang, understand?!" 　　"...Yes." 　　Little Mouse Three pointed to the side smugly, "Take this dirty stuff and throw it away!" 　　"Smack!" Little Mouse Three received a heavy slap on the head. "Junior Brother Yu, don't mind him, this is his job. You just need to focus on practicing your sword. If anyone dares to bully you in the future, tell your senior brother!" Second Senior Brother Lian Di said to Yu Ping with a smile. 　　Watching Second Senior Brother and Yu Ping walk away, Little Mouse Three scratched his head, puzzled, "My job? This is really strange..." 　　However, Little Mouse Three later understood. Although Yu Ping came from a humble background like himself, he was handsome and his quiet, shy appearance was endearing. As for himself, Little Mouse Three looked at his reflection in the pool: a pointed, bald head, a pockmarked face, and shifty eyes. "Pah!" Little Mouse Three spat at his reflection in the water, feeling sad for the first time about his appearance. 　　And his father had given him such a lowly name as "Little Mouse Three," how could he not be bullied? 　　Little Mouse Three pondered this for several days and finally understood. From then on, his fellow disciples always saw Little Mouse Three smiling and waiting for their orders, his attentiveness almost professional. Many things felt strange without Little Mouse Three: "Little Mouse Three? Where did Little Mouse Three go?" 　　Little Mouse Three's importance in the Minxi Sword Sect grew day by day. Many disciples were familiar with each other, but all were very familiar with Little Mouse Three. Whenever a few disciples secretly went out for drinks and meat, they would always call out, "Little Mouse Three, let's go for a drink!" like calling a close dog. 　　Little Mouse Three's life was indeed more comfortable than before. When 　　his fellow disciples asked him to run errands, buy things, or deliver messages in Wagang Town, they would always give him some money. Little Mouse Three would then buy some fun little things to give to the youngest daughter of Widow Qin, who ran the tofu shop in town. 　　The three-year-old girl skipped and jumped happily with her things in her hands. Widow Qin said, "Aren't you going to thank your big brother?" 　　Little Mouse Three smiled smugly, but wasn't satisfied yet: "Call me Uncle!" 　　"Uncle!" Little Mouse Three felt a sweet thrill. Widow Qin was a generation older than him, but he preferred to call her "Sister-in-law." Little Mouse Three had a crush on Widow Qin for a long time. From the time he was just beginning to understand things, he thought Widow Qin was the most beautiful woman in town. At that time, Widow Qin's husband was still alive, and Little Mouse Three hadn't gone to Wagang Mountain to learn swordsmanship. He often hid near Widow Qin's house, watching her busy inside and out. Her slender yet shapely figure was deeply imprinted in his heart. 　　Now, Widow Qin had lost her husband and was struggling to raise her young daughter alone. Whenever he had free time, Little Mouse Three would go to the tofu shop to help out. The townspeople were no strangers to gossip: Widow Qin was famously beautiful in town; if she were to find a man, she wouldn't choose a scoundrel like Little Mouse Three. Even Little Mouse Three didn't dare hope that Widow Qin would be interested in him. He was just used to serving others, and helping his sister-in-law, whom he secretly admired, was simply for his own comfort. 　　Little Mouse Three's notoriety spread after several thugs harassed Widow Qin. One day, after finishing the tasks assigned by his fellow apprentices, Little Mouse Three excitedly rushed to Widow Qin's tofu shop, only to find several notorious bullies harassing her. The bystanders dared not speak out, but Little Mouse Three yelled and charged forward. However, due to his lack of skill, he was beaten half to death and lay in the shop unable to get up. Zhang the blacksmith came over, looked around, and left, sighing as he went, "After years of martial arts training, how could I not even beat a few petty rascals?!" 　　Widow Qin wanted to ask someone to send a message to Wagang Mountain, but Little Mouse Three shook his head and said, "Never mind!" He turned his face to the wall, tears silently streaming down his cheeks. Little Mouse Three knew himself that who would care about a worthless errand boy like him?

The news eventually reached Wagang Mountain. Unexpectedly, the senior disciples, who were already feeling stifled in the mountains, finally had a pretext to cause trouble. Taking advantage of their master's absence, dozens of martial arts students stormed into Wagang Town, turning the town upside down and causing chaos.

The incident alarmed the county, which dispatched a large force, but dared not lay a finger on the Wagang Mountain disciples. Who were these Wagang Mountain disciples? Many came from wealthy families in nearby prefectures and counties, even sons of officials, and all were highly skilled in martial arts, never suffering a defeat in a fight.
After this incident, the townspeople began asking, "Who is Little Mouse Three?"
"Zhang the Blacksmith's third son." "I heard he's learning martial arts at Wagang Mountain!" "He's popular; his fellow disciples all listen to him!"
"Not just his fellow disciples, even Master thinks highly of this prized disciple!"
Lying on Widow Qin's bed, Little Mouse Three was unaware of his newfound prestige. For several days, many strangers in town brought him gifts, food, and medicine, which frightened him into not accepting them. Widow Qin couldn't refuse, so she accepted them all.
Downstairs was a tofu shop, where they did business; upstairs were their living quarters. The room was large, with a large bed against the wall for the mother and daughter. Near the door were piles of miscellaneous items and sacks of beans. Widow Qin moved all the beans downstairs, making room for Little Mouse Three to set up a wooden bed to recover. Little Mouse Three said, "Sister-in-law... don't worry about me. My worthless life isn't worth burdening you. Just have a few people throw me out on the street. Whether I live or die, let fate decide!"
Widow Qin listened blankly to Little Mouse Three's words, her eyes reddening. She turned away silently, her body, already frail from exhaustion, trembling violently. Turning back, she resolutely said, "Don't worry! I can support my daughter, and I can support you too!"

Widow Qin's tearful eyes held a mother's unwavering resolve. Little Mouse Three called out in a trembling voice, "Sister-in-law!..."
Something seemed to suddenly swell and harden in his heart.
Little Mouse Three stayed at Widow Qin's house to recover.
Widow Qin's chamber pot was placed in the corner opposite the large bed. Widow Qin woke up early every day; just as dawn broke, Little Mouse Three would hear the "shh...shh..." sound of urination coming from the corner, and thus couldn't sleep well every night. After many days, he developed the habit of waking up early.

Little Mouse Three was now truly a mouse. He slept during the day and was quite energetic at night. The slightest noise in the room would make his ears prick up, and once the sound subsided, he would slowly relax, his whole body going limp.
This was obviously bad, as it affected his rest and slowed the healing of his injuries. Fortunately, Widow Qin patiently cleaned his wounds and fed him medicine.
Although he hadn't learned any real skills after practicing martial arts for several years, his body was stronger than before, all lean and muscular, his arms bulging, and his abdomen bearing two small, movable lumps of flesh. While cleaning his wounds, Widow Qin couldn't help but secretly compare him to her deceased husband. Having been widowed for many years and never having touched a man's body, she felt a little embarrassed, her face slightly flushed. As she walked away from the bedside, her legs involuntarily tightened, her buttocks swaying back and forth.
Little Mouse Three dared not think too much. While Widow Qin cared for him, he dared not move, only secretly savoring the sensation of Widow Qin's delicate fingers touching his body. Little Mouse Three considered it a mother's kindness. No one would want him, Little Mouse Three thought. The better Widow Qin treated him, the less he should have any wild thoughts.
But it still happened.
One night, Widow Qin's youngest daughter woke up, calling, "Mother! Mother!" needing to urinate.
Widow Qin had been busy all day and slept soundly, unable to be woken immediately. Little Mouse Three's injuries were almost healed, and he could walk, so he got up, carried the little girl to urinate, and put her back on the bed.
Widow Qin slept on the outside, and when Little Mouse Three put the little girl back on the bed, he found his abdomen pressed against Widow Qin's body. What a feeling! Warm and soft, fleshy.
Little Mouse Three couldn't help but slow down his movements as much as possible… slow down, feeling the woman's abdomen breathing beneath him, rising and falling, a living, breathing woman's body!
Mouse Three's entire body trembled. His arms stiffened and he couldn't pull them back. His abdomen felt glued to the woman's body; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull himself away. Time ticked by, and Mouse Three realized he was about to die there.
A sliver of light shone in from the window. The woman's nostrils flared, her breathing rapid, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Had Widow Qin woken up?! Mouse Three's mind went blank. He slowly leaned closer to look and saw that Widow Qin's eyes were still closed, but her chest was heaving more and more rapidly, a terrifying display
. Under her thin clothes, two mounds of tofu seemed about to burst open and tear the fabric! "Ah!..." Mouse Three cried out in alarm, as if trying to escape, but he felt dizzy and powerless, involuntarily collapsing into those trembling mounds of tofu. Soft and shaky, he couldn't muster any strength. Mouse Three was dizzy and disoriented, trembling and struggling in Widow Qin's arms.
Mouse Three felt a magical hand suddenly appear between them, clearly guiding him in the direction he desired.

When Mouse Three saw Widow Qin's snow-white, plump buttocks and soft, white thighs, his mind went blank, his body went dazed, and he kept calling out, "Sister-in-law!" "Mother!", while Widow Qin guided him into a strange place, causing him to involuntarily thrust wildly, panting and incoherently.
Widow Qin's young daughter was terrified, crying out, "Uncle! Uncle!" "Mommy! Mommy!"
She pushed and shoved Mouse Three, who trembled as the little girl grabbed him, his semen gushing out.

The next morning, the little girl woke up, remembering what had happened the night before, and asked, "Mommy! What was Uncle doing last night? It was so scary!"
Widow Qin's face flushed slightly, and she hugged her daughter's head tightly, saying, "Mommy... was... treating him! Oh!" At this moment, Mouse Three was nestled behind Widow Qin, slowly thrusting and pumping.
The relationship between Little Mouse Three and Widow Qin was somewhat peculiar, resembling both mother and son, and also like that of a lover in a compromising situation. After that night, neither of them spoke of it. However, every few days, Widow Qin's youngest daughter would wake up in the middle of the night and see her sleeping mother's body swaying slightly. Sometimes, a thin hand would suddenly appear on her mother's chest, kneading, grabbing, and squeezing, shaping her mother's breasts into various forms. Her mother would mumble in her sleep, "Ah... um... ah... um..."
The youngest daughter tried to wake her mother: "Mother! Wake up, wake up!" Her mother opened her eyes a crack, but her head bounced strangely. Even after waking, she continued talking in her sleep:

"Ah... ah... she's awake... quick... stop... don't... ah..." The youngest daughter didn't know who her mother was talking to.
Under Widow Qin's meticulous care, Little Mouse Three's injuries healed quickly. However, he stayed at Widow Qin's house for another two months before reluctantly returning to Wagang Mountain. Old Liu, the cook at Wagang Mountain, had gotten his daughter pregnant. There were dozens of men in Wagang Mountain qualified and capable of fathering her, but they couldn't find the culprit. Old Liu had no choice but to call over Little Mouse Three: "You're the one who got my daughter pregnant, aren't you!"
Little Mouse Three was startled. "No!...No!..." He'd only peeked at Old Liu's daughter bathing with everyone else. Could a single glance have caused her pregnancy? Old Liu interrupted him, tapping him on the head. "You're lucky! I'm planning to give my daughter to you in marriage!"
So, not only did Little Mouse Three defy Zhang the Blacksmith's prophecy, but he also got married and had a handsome, chubby son! On their wedding night, Little Mouse Three touched Old Liu's daughter's large, protruding belly, overwhelmed with emotion. He didn't feel cheated, only lucky. Old Liu's daughter's belly was white and round, smooth and interesting. And when she woke him up, it was so alluring and sensual. Where else could one find such a wonderful thing without spending a penny? In fact, after Little Mouse Three's son was born, he became increasingly popular in Wagang Mountain. His fellow apprentices all vied to hold his son, enjoying teasing the child: "Call me Daddy! Call me Daddy!" Little Mouse Three's son became the godson of all his fellow apprentices. After completing his apprenticeship, Little Mouse Three used his father-in-law's dowry and the wedding gifts from his fellow apprentices to open his own sword shop. He also took care of Widow Qin's tofu shop, and his life became increasingly prosperous.
Little Mouse Three loved to visit teahouses in his spare time. When people mentioned Luo Dong, who had become famous at the Luoyang Sword Tournament, Little Mouse Three casually said, "That's my thirty-seventh senior brother, my son's godfather." When they spoke of a swordsman who had recently come to the renowned Yang family in town seeking revenge, causing Old Master Yang to die of fright and the family's decline, Little Mouse Three casually said, "Oh, that's my junior brother Yu, my son's godfather." Upon hearing this, everyone quickly offered Little Mouse Three the seat of honor.
Little Mouse Three became famous; everyone within hundreds of miles knew him. He was well-liked, and martial arts instructors, head instructors, constables, and even some wealthy landowners and officials from surrounding counties would always smile and say, "Oh! It's Little Mouse Three! No problem, no problem," showing him considerable respect.
Little Mouse Three became wealthy; half a street in Wagang Town was his property. Several years later, he took several concubines, including Widow Qin. It was said that although Widow Qin was older, she was the most favored among his wives and concubines.
The people of Wagang Town no longer called Xiaoshu San by his nickname; they generally addressed him respectfully as "Third Master!" Zhang the Blacksmith and his two eldest sons all sought refuge with Xiaoshu San. At mealtimes, Xiaoshu San sat on a high chair, while Zhang the Blacksmith and his two eldest sons sat on low stools.
Even stranger, if anyone in town offended "Third Master," "Third Master" always liked to make that person squat at his doorstep. Passersby would ask curiously, and the squatting man would proudly reply, "Third Master told me to squat."
The passersby would then be filled with reverence.

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