Ning Zhongze of Nine Yin and Nine Yang and Linghu Chong 9-10 Author lidongtang

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Chapter Nine
Ning Zhongze had a fever. She felt as if she were sleeping in an ice cellar, her whole body ice-cold. She could only desperately curl up into a ball to gain some warmth. In her dazed state, she suddenly heard Linghu Chong's voice calling, "Master, Master..."
Ning Zhongze wanted to answer, but her mouth felt parched, as if her throat was being cut. She struggled to lift her head and saw Linghu Chong's concerned face. Feeling the warmth of his hand holding hers, a sense of relief welled up in her heart: "Fortunately, I still have this disciple by my side..."
She tried to sit up, but Linghu Chong quickly reached out to help her. She felt Ning Zhongze burning up and exclaimed, "Master, you have a fever..."
Feeling her body pressed tightly against Linghu Chong's strong arms, Ning Zhongze felt a little more at ease and said, "I've probably caught a chill, it's nothing. Help me outside to get some sun..."
Linghu Chong wrapped one arm around her abdomen, holding her slender waist, and placed the other on her shoulder. But then, his face flushed red as his gaze shifted slightly downwards and fell upon Ning Zhongze's breasts, which were mostly exposed as her clothes had slipped down slightly after she sat up. They were snow-white and full, with two rosy nipples partially hidden. He quickly looked away and took a deep breath. But the next moment, as if he had thought of something, his face turned even redder, and he looked somewhat flustered.
Just then, Ning Zhongze's stomach rumbled. He hurriedly said, "Master, you must be very hungry. I'll go find something for you to eat. You rest well and wait for me; you'll be fine soon." He then gently helped her sit up in the sun in front of the door, before getting up and limping away.
Linghu Chong caught some fish, grilled it, and fed it to his master's wife. He then found some anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing herbs, boiled them in an earthenware pot, and fed them to her. He then asked, "Master, are you feeling better?"
Ning Zhongze replied, "Much better. I should be alright… I'm just a little cold. Go find some dry grass to put on my bed."
Linghu Chong went to find some soft, dry grass. When he returned to the stone house, he saw Ning Zhongze lying diagonally in front of the door, her eyes slightly closed, seemingly asleep. He called out "Master" twice, but Ning Zhongze did not respond. Linghu Chong was alarmed and quickly helped Ning Zhongze up, only to find that she had fainted.
Linghu Chong quickly spread a thick layer of dry straw on Ning Zhongze's bed and carried her to it. He saw that Ning Zhongze's face was flushed, as if burning with fire. He was frantic, completely at a loss. What should he do? His eyes swept over Ning Zhongze's high breasts and saw a bloodstain on her left breast, already soaked through, surrounded by a ring of pale yellow pus.
What should he do? Looking at his master's wife, who was unconscious before him, he wanted to unbutton her clothes to check her injury, but he knew that was his master's wife's most intimate place, and as her disciple, he absolutely could not do anything improper. He paced anxiously for a long time before finally stopping, thinking, "I did something unreasonable to my master's wife to save her. If she blames me afterwards, I will accept the punishment! Even if she gouges out my eyes or cuts off my hands, I won't utter a word."
With trembling hands, he unbuttoned Ning Zhongze's robe. Beneath the dark robe, first, his deep, snow-white cleavage was revealed, then his breasts rapidly rose to the sides. Linghu Chong's heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest…
Those full, firm, and rounded breasts were like two white rabbits leaping before him. The tender, smooth peaks trembled with his master's wife's gentle breath, and the small, rosy nipples stood erect like two glistening grapes, their color alluring.
Linghu Chong was stunned. In his twenty-three years of life, he had never seen such a sight. He stared blankly at the two large, tender breasts before him, his heart pounding in his chest. Why hadn't his master's wife's breasts looked this big before? Upon seeing the long white strip of cloth by the bedside, he realized, "Ah, that's it. My master's wife always used a bodice to hold them in. Now that the bodice is gone, they've popped out..." "
Cuckoo, cuckoo..." Two cuckoo calls swept through the air and into the room. Linghu Chong suddenly awoke with a start, slapping himself hard. "You lecherous thief, what are you thinking?" He then looked down to examine his master's wife's wound. He saw a two-inch-long, dark red wound below her left breast, with a large, swollen abscess in the center. What should he do? He wanted to squeeze it, but was afraid of touching that forbidden area. After hesitating for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth and put his mouth over...
Like an electric shock, a smooth, tingling sensation instantly spread from his lips throughout his body. Ning Zhongze let out a soft moan and shifted uncomfortably. Beads of sweat immediately appeared on Linghu Chong's forehead. He stopped, and seeing that his master's wife was no longer moving, he gently began to carefully suckle at the wound…
Linghu Chong buried his face beneath Ning Zhongze's high, firm breasts, feeling the towering peaks, the boundless beauty, and the sweet fragrance that filled his nostrils, making him intoxicated. The smooth, full, soft, sexy, trembling, white breasts and the two pink nipples made him dizzy.
He didn't know how much time had passed before the wound was finally drained, and bright red blood began to flow. Linghu Chong stopped, spitting out the blood, unable to bear looking at the beautiful sight any longer, a sudden pang of reluctance rising in his heart.
He chewed the herbs, applied them to the wound, tore strips of cloth from his clothes to bandage it, and carefully covered his master's wife with her clothes until her breasts were completely covered. Only then did Linghu Chong rise, looking lost and forlorn. He covered Ning Zhongze with a thick layer of dry grass and went out.
Ning Zhongze was filled with shame and indignation. In her dazed state, she recalled everything that had just happened, a mix of feelings—shyness, fear, confusion, and humiliation—swirling within her. She desperately wanted to sit up and slap Linghu Chong hard, but another voice told her that Chong'er was saving her… What tormented her most was the sensation of Linghu Chong's lips, like an electric shock, making her want to roll over, to groan, to tremble, yet she had to force herself to hold back…
In
a daze, the door opened again, and a tall figure blocked the sunlight. Ning Zhongze shuddered, breaking out in a cold sweat. A sudden fear gripped her; could this wretched disciple…?
The figure approached, helped her up, fed her a sweet liquid—honey—and wiped her sweat. Ning Zhongze dared not move, pretending to be asleep. Only after the figure left did she dare to breathe a sigh of relief. She suddenly felt much lighter, as if her illness had improved, but her face was still burning, and she couldn't help but cover her cheeks.
Chapter
Ten. The next morning, as the sun rose higher, Linghu Chong spread a thick layer of dry grass beside the peach tree and helped Ning Zhongze out of the stone house to sit on it. Linghu Chong had been uneasy about what he had done to his master's wife the day before, but after secretly glancing at her and seeing no unusual expression, he assumed she was unaware of what had happened while unconscious, which reassured him somewhat.
Then he saw the peach blossoms in full bloom, and his master's wife beneath the tree, dressed in black with fair skin, her dignified and beautiful face bearing a hint of post-illness weariness—truly a scene of peach blossoms in a painting, and within that painting, a beautiful woman. Linghu Chong's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "Master, are you feeling better today?"
Hearing this, Ning Zhongze remembered the horrible pain from her wound yesterday, and her cheeks flushed. She replied, "Much better. How is your injury? Is it bothering you?"
Linghu Chong said, "It's nothing. I got some honey from the beehive at the foot of the cliff yesterday. Please have some. There are many bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest; I'll go dig some up and catch some fish."
He then fed Ning Zhongze some honey. Ning Zhongze ate a few mouthfuls, finding it incredibly sweet and refreshing, and said, "Chong'er, you should have some too."
Linghu Chong also ate some honey and went to dig bamboo shoots and catch fish. After Linghu Chong left, Ning Zhongze slipped her hand inside her clothes and touched the wound beneath her full breasts. She found the swelling had subsided, and she felt better. Aside from weakness, she was no longer dizzy or feverish. Her jade-like fingers traced the bandage on the wound, and remembering yesterday's events, her face burned, and her mind went blank, leaving her at a loss.
Linghu Chong was an orphan who had been lonely and destitute since childhood, wandering from place to place. He had a strong ability to survive in the wild until he was taken in by Mount Hua. He remembered when he first entered Mount Hua, Ning Zhongze was holding the newborn Yue Lingshan. Although she was not as mature and dignified as she is now, she was more beautiful and young. Her radiant smile when she adopted him was still vivid in his mind.
Linghu Chong quickly caught several fish and dug up bamboo shoots, then started cooking in an earthenware pot. The whitefish, rich in fat, sizzled and dripped oil as they were roasted over the fire. The oil was absorbed by the tender bamboo shoots, filling the air with a fragrant aroma. Ning Zhongze leaned against a pile of hay, watching Linghu Chong's work with great interest. She was originally a young lady from a wealthy family, and later became the wife of the Huashan Sect Leader. Although she didn't live a life of luxury in Huashan, she was still well-fed and clothed. When she went out, she ate at restaurants with abundant dishes and stayed in inns with luxurious bedding. She had never experienced anything like this, like cooking in the wild. Seeing her disciple's skillful cooking, she found it quite interesting, and her appetite was whetted.
Linghu Chong prepared the meal and ate with his master's wife, but he felt something was missing. He couldn't help but say, "It would be even better if there were some wine..."
Ning Zhongze smiled and glared at him, saying, "You rascal, you've become a drunkard. You should know that drinking will harm your health and cause trouble. It's best to drink less."
Linghu Chong agreed verbally, but inwardly he didn't think so. He thought to himself that without wine, the meal was truly uninteresting, and life was much less vibrant.
Seeing his expression, Ning Zhongze knew he had let it go in one ear and out the other. She sighed and said, "Chong'er, since Elder Ge can be found in this valley, others will be found too. It's not safe. Once we're healed, we need to leave the valley quickly to avoid encountering powerful enemies."
A few days later, Linghu Chong's injuries had largely healed, and Ning Zhongze's ankle swelling had gradually subsided, and she no longer had a fever. The wound in her chest was also gradually healing. Linghu Chong suddenly realized that living with his master's wife in this secluded valley, gathering honey, digging bamboo shoots, and fishing every day, serving her wasn't so bad. He no longer had to think about the feuds of the martial world, and most importantly, he could cook for her every day, chat with her, bask in the sun, and watch her every smile and frown. He felt a deep sense of happiness and contentment.
Apart from being with Yingying, he had never experienced such peaceful and tranquil time in his entire life.
However, as his master's wife's injuries gradually healed, the day of her departure drew ever closer, leaving Linghu Chong feeling somewhat lost.
On this day, Ning Zhongze was still basking in the sun, while Linghu Chong was digging bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest using the longsword left by Elder Ge. Suddenly, he heard faint voices coming from the foot of a cliff in the distance. Startled, he quietly left the bamboo forest and went behind a large tree to look towards the source of the voices. He suddenly recognized three familiar figures and immediately tensed up.
A shrill voice said, "De Nuo, are you sure that Linghu Chong is in this valley?" The voice belonged to Zuo Lengchan.
A voice replied, "Indeed, Master. That day, I followed the elder of the Demonic Sect to this place. The elder entered this valley and didn't come out for a long time. Later, I sneaked in and found the tomb of the Demonic Sect's demoness, Ren Yingying. So I thought that Linghu Chong was in this valley, and I didn't dare to continue searching. I hurriedly returned to report to you, Master." The voice was indeed Lao Denuo. Thinking of how he had killed his junior brother Lu Dayou, Linghu Chong felt a surge of hatred.
Then he heard a shrill voice complaining, "Brother Lao, since you were already in the valley, why didn't you investigate thoroughly?" The voice Linghu Chong recognized was indeed Lin Pingzhi. Lao
Denuo said, "That elder of the Demonic Sect is highly skilled, but he's no match for Linghu Chong. It's alright for me to investigate, but if I fail, the news will be lost. Only by asking Master
can we reliably capture that little thief." Zuo Lengchan added, "Denuo is quite right. That little thief has mastered the true Lin family sword technique, and only my Frost True Qi can defeat him. Pingzhi, don't worry, I will definitely help you obtain the Lin family's ancestral sword technique."
Lin Pingzhi said yes, and after a while, he said, "Thank you, Brother Zuo. After obtaining my family's ancestral sword manual, I will definitely study it with you... and Brother Lao." His tone was quite insincere.
Zuo Lengchan listened with a smile, not pointing it out, and for a moment, all three of them laughed with ulterior motives.
Linghu Chong hurriedly returned to the stone house. Ning Zhongze, seeing his anxious expression, quickly asked, "What happened?"
Linghu Chong whispered, "Zuo Lengchan, Lao Denuo, and Lin Pingzhi are here... Let's find a place to hide."
He then carried Ning Zhongze on his back.
Ning Zhongze's foot injury hadn't fully healed, so she couldn't walk quickly and obediently clung to Linghu Chong's back. Linghu Chong thought that this valley was only a few hundred feet in circumference, and the terrain was flat; no matter where they hid, they would be easily discovered. Looking around, he couldn't find a good hiding place. Just as Linghu Chong was about to hide in the bamboo forest and engage in guerrilla warfare with Zuo Lengchan and the others, he heard Ning Zhongze say, "Chong'er, look at those rocks..."
Linghu Chong was overjoyed. The pool was right next to the cliff, and below the cliff was a large rock with a gap between it and the cliff face—just enough for two people to hide. He quickly carried Ning Zhongze into the water and swam towards the reef. After hiding behind the reef, Ning Zhongze said
, "Chong'er, the sword is still on the shore." Linghu Chong peeked out and saw Zuo Lengchan and the other two standing in front of Yingying's grave, with Lao Denuo talking about something. He was filled with hatred and secretly went back to shore to get the sword and swam back behind the reef.
At this time, the three of them were already running towards the stone house. Linghu Chong quickly swam back behind the reef.
Seeing his anxious expression, Ning Zhongze quickly leaned forward and pressed herself against the reef, making room for Linghu Chong. Only then did Linghu Chong squeeze in, squeezing behind Ning Zhongze. The water was about half a zhang deep, and only their heads were above the surface.
The three arrived at the stone house. Lao Denuo looked around and said, "Master, there's no one here. Ah, they just left; this thatched hut is still warm."
Zuo Lengchan said, "Denuo, go and search other places. Pingzhi and I will guard here."
Lao Denuo responded and went to the back of the house.
The crevice behind the rocks was narrow, and Ning Zhongze and Linghu Chong's bodies were inevitably pressed together. At first, Linghu Chong was able to remain calm, but as time went on, the situation gradually spiraled out of control. Ning Zhongze was about five and a half feet tall. Although she was half a head shorter than Linghu Chong, her leg length was just the same as his, and her hips were even slightly higher. Her firm, round buttocks were pressed against Linghu Chong's crotch. Before long, Linghu Chong felt his body gradually becoming uncontrollable, and his lower body began to experience physiological changes, pressing against Ning Zhongze's round buttocks.
Linghu Chong's mind went blank for a moment, feeling his blood boiling. He kept telling himself to calm down, but he couldn't help breathing heavily. His erection grew even stronger, and he quickly moved his hips back, pressing himself firmly against the cliff face.
At first, he thought his master's wife would be angry, but seeing Ning Zhongze's silence and lack of unusual behavior, as if she had tacitly approved of his actions, Linghu Chong felt slightly relieved. However, he still crouched down slightly, avoiding the contact between their groins, to observe Zuo Lin and his companion's movements.
Peeking out from behind Ning Zhongze, Linghu Chong saw that both Zuo Lin and his companion had black cloths tied around their eyes, each holding a long sword, their ears wide open, listening for any sounds around them. Their bodies were stiff from the tension of preparing to unleash their power, making them look like two zombies—a rather eerie sight.
Just then, Ning Zhongze suddenly turned her head, her pink cheek brushing against Linghu Chong's lips. Linghu Chong immediately felt a smooth, slippery sensation on his lips, and his eyes were filled with Ning Zhongze's beautiful face.
His heart fluttered. Ning Zhongze was startled, her face flushed, and she quickly looked away, giving Linghu Chong a reproachful look. She whispered in his ear, "I'm afraid that Lao Denuo will notice this reef when he returns. Let's dive into the water first and come out after they leave."
Linghu Chong quickly agreed, and the two took a deep breath and slowly sank into the water. The pool water was clear, and after a while, through the refraction of the water, the two spotted a figure in front of the stone house. Lao Denuo said, "Master, we've searched the entire valley, but we can't find that little thief."
Zuo Lengchan then said, "That's truly strange. How big is this valley?"
Lao Denuo replied, "Only a hundred feet in circumference."
Zuo Lengchan said, "Then he must still be in the valley. Let's continue searching."
Seeing three figures suddenly approach the pool, Linghu Chong hurriedly pulled Ning Zhongze down to the bottom.
With a splash, a large rock was thrown into the water, narrowly hitting the two of them. Then, another large rock crashed down. Linghu Chong was furious but helpless, and quickly pulled Ning Zhongze down further.
Gradually, Linghu Chong felt his breath becoming insufficient. He looked at Ning Zhongze and saw her pouting, her face flushed red, as if she could barely hold her breath. Linghu Chong possessed multiple streams of internal energy, all extremely powerful, so his internal energy cultivation was longer than his master's wife's. Seeing that his master's wife seemed to have reached her limit, he stepped forward, embraced her, and kissed her full lips, transferring his breath to her.
Ning Zhongze was startled when Linghu Chong suddenly bit her lip. She couldn't help but take a sip of water. A bubble rose from her lips and floated to the surface. Then, Linghu Chong's breath came to her. She instantly understood her disciple's intention and looked at Linghu Chong gratefully, only to find that he had already taken several sips of water, clearly giving her all his breath. She became very anxious.
When he awoke again, the fragrant scent of flowers filled his nostrils. Linghu Chong slowly opened his eyes, his vision filled with blossoms—red, white, yellow, and purple—a veritable sea of color. He wondered, "Where am I?" Turning his head, he saw Ning Zhongze's back. He gradually realized where he was; they were on a grassy field, the sun high in the sky, warmly shining on them. His clothes were half-dry.
Linghu Chong tried to sit up, the grass beneath him rustling softly. Ning Zhongze turned around, her face beaming with joy. She slowly walked to Linghu Chong's side and sat down, gazing at him with overflowing affection.
In that instant, Linghu Chong felt a surge of happiness. He knew he had fainted, and Ning Zhongze had brought him here; a wave of warmth washed over him. The two gazed at each other tenderly, speechless for a long time.
Suddenly, amidst the floral fragrance, the smell of charred meat wafted through the air. Ning Zhongze exclaimed, her pretty face flushed, and turned to pick up a tree branch with a large, blackened roasted fish skewered on it. She smiled and said, "Ah, it's burnt!"
Linghu Chong laughed. Both of them recalled the scene of catching and roasting fish by the pond a few days ago.
Both times the fish-roasting had been fraught with mishaps, but they had ultimately persevered.

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