[Sword Romance] [Episodes 1-6 Complete]

(I)

"Does drinking have to be done in such a cold place?" a young man in white, his hair as black as charcoal, exclaimed in dissatisfaction. The scholar in

blue, sitting opposite him at the stone table, smiled nonchalantly: "Let's drink."

"I'd rather be in your Hidden Plum Pavilion, burning a warm jar of charcoal, and looking at this proud plum blossom in the cold snow through the glass wall you brought back from Japan," the white-clad man said, toying with his small wine cup. The

scholar in blue smiled faintly and ignored him.

"I really don't understand how drinking in this godforsaken place can be considered elegant? I think you'll freeze to the bone if the snow gets heavier," the white-clad man said, suddenly downing the wine in his cup.

The scholar in blue also raised his cup to the white-clad man and drank it down in one gulp.

"Are you really frozen to the bone? We haven't seen each other for ten days. Do you really have nothing to say to me?" the white-clad man stood up from the stone bench.

"Sit down and drink." The scholar in blue robes raised his wine cup again with a smile.

The man in white robes glanced at the scholar in blue robes, then at his own empty cup, sighed helplessly, sat back down on the stone bench, picked up the white jade wine pot on the stone table, and poured himself a cup: "Who told me that you're my only good friend since I was a child? If anyone else treated me like this, I would have cut their tongue out long ago."

Under the vast sky, light snow fell slowly.

On this vast snowfield, there was only a small sparse plum grove, a stone table, and two stone benches.

The snow was not falling heavily, so the footprints of the two drinkers should still be on the snowfield, but upon closer inspection, there was only one person's footprint. Could it be that one of the two had reached the legendary level of walking on snow without leaving a trace?

At this moment, a dozen or so black dots moved rapidly on the pale snowfield, like a dozen or so crows flying swiftly, but where would birds come from in such a cold weather?

The two men drinking in the plum grove seemed oblivious to the situation, continuing their conversation.

The talkative man in white had fallen silent, toying with his small wine cup in one hand, while the other hand held a long white sword. This man in white was now as cold as ice—colder than the falling snow.

The scholar in blue laughed, "Not going to talk anymore? Did you bite your tongue from talking too much?"

The man in white closed his eyes, but the chill emanating from him continued to grow stronger!

The snowflakes falling within a few feet of him trembled violently, as if controlled by the cold emanating from him.

The scholar in blue frowned, "Your sword aura is too strong, ruining my enjoyment of drinking."

It turned out that the man in white was emanating sword aura—a deadly sword aura.

The sound of flowing robes rang out, and seventeen men in black instantly surrounded the two drinkers. Seventeen gleaming longswords, illuminated by the snow, revealed the faces of the scholar in blue and the man in white.

The scholar in blue laughed heartily, "Now you know why you can't drink in my Hidden Plum Pavilion, right? I don't want to lose all my wealth."

As soon as he finished speaking, the seventeen men in black in unison took a step back.

One of the thinner men in black clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, "We were unaware that the head of the Nangong family was also drinking here; we apologize for our offense."

It turned out that this young scholar in blue was the head of the Nangong family, one of the three most renowned families in the martial arts world.

Ximen Jian, Ouyang Quan, and Nangong Qian—almost everyone in the martial arts world knew that these three families were not to be trifled with. Not only did they possess astonishing martial arts skills, but they also wielded considerable influence in the martial arts world.

If the assassination organization "Sword," controlled by the Ximen family, announced its intention to assassinate someone, everyone would believe it was tantamount to killing that person, even if they were the emperor himself.

It was said that at least half of the Ouyang family members held official positions in the court, but it seemed that one prime minister, Ouyang Chaohua, was enough.

Money talks, a principle the Nangong family believed in.

"You can take your revenge, I won't interfere," Nangong Ruo immediately stood up and slowly walked towards the gap in the black encirclement.

The gaunt man in black's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he said happily, "Thank you, Master Nangong."

"The Wuji Swordsmen's group is seventeen against one; I wonder how many people in the martial world have participated in this high-stakes gamble," Nangong Ruo said, walking out of the encirclement without looking back.

The white-clad man with his eyes closed sat on the stone bench like a statue; his right hand, gripping the sword, showed no visible veins, the only thing that could be felt was the endless sword energy emanating from him.

The Wuji Swordsmen's group was one of the most renowned sword sects in the martial world, consisting of eighteen members. Their sixth member, Luo Lu, had been killed by Chen Bin at Mount Tai half a year ago.

Seventeen sword lights suddenly erupted like cold rainbows, and Chen Bin slowly opened his eyes.

The snow had stopped, and the sun shone brightly on the snow-covered plain. Seventeen corpses of men in black lay scattered across the snow, each killed by a sword wound to the chest.

(II)

On the wide official road, a scholar in blue robes walked slowly forward. Although the snow had stopped, there were very few pedestrians on the road, only two people.

Chen Bin, dressed in white, caught up with Nangong Ruo quickly: "You bastard, you left me to die. Do you really want me to break off our friendship?" Chen Bin's white longsword was already hanging at his waist.

Nangong Ruo glanced back at him: "Not even a drop of blood was left on you. I wonder how many martial artists will be ruined by this."

Chen Bin walked alongside him: "I really don't know why everyone likes to gamble with my duels?"

"Because the name 'Heavenly Sword Chen Bin' is very valuable," Nangong Ruo said slowly.

"Speaking of money, who can compare to your Nangong family? Oh, right, I need

your help in an emergency." Chen Bin chuckled, extending his hand to Nangong Ruo. Nangong Ruo smiled wryly, "I'm really afraid that one day you'll drag the Nangong family down with you."

"Enough nonsense, are you going to help or not?" "

One hundred thousand taels, that's all I have on me, be careful with your spending." Nangong Ruo helplessly handed over a few thin silver notes to his large palm.

"Everyone says that the Golden Rooster Nangong Ruo never does anything that loses money, I'm incredibly lucky." Chen Bin grinned and put the silver notes into his pocket.

Nangong Ruo looked at him, both amused and exasperated, only able to sigh repeatedly.

"Don't sigh, it'll make you age faster, Miss Ma doesn't like that." Chen Bin patted Nangong Ruo's shoulder with his right hand.

"You talk so much, why can't you say anything when you see a young lady?" Nangong Ruo said impatiently.

“You know perfectly well that my deadbeat father forced me to practice swordsmanship from a young age. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t easily show my emotions, and had to keep my energy contained, like a block of ice, so that I could accumulate my fighting spirit and sword energy within my body. Only then could I unleash an invincible sword aura when fighting others, become a top-notch swordsman, and…”

“Please, have mercy! I know you only put down your sword and become so talkative in front of me and my aunt. I’d rather you hold that sword tighter in front of me.” Nangong Ruo interrupted him.

“You know I’ve always been talkative. If you don’t let me speak when I see you, I’ll suffocate.”

"Brother, if you keep talking like that, I'll die too."

"Then I'd rather you die."

"We're almost at the city gate, why aren't you taking up your sword? Aren't you afraid someone will see this side of you?"

"Mind your own business! I'm going to say it, what can you do about it?"

The sun blazed fiercely, and the snow on the bare branches melted into droplets like spring rain, rolling down the branches one by one.

On the official road in front of the city gate, there was a grand chair, and on it lay a black-clad girl with a laugh as clear as silver bells. Strangely, four handsome men dressed in white, with white swords at their waists, surrounded her, constantly kissing her slender hands, bare feet, and beautiful hair. She would occasionally let out bursts of clear, captivating laughter, a laugh that would make any man's blood boil.

Man A laughed as he pulled down his pants, revealing a large, erect penis. He said, "Wife, the four of us are only missing the point of sexual intercourse. We hope you'll help us. We guarantee you'll be in ecstasy."

The four men then pulled down their pants and clothes, grabbing the girl in black and performing oral sex on her. The girl swayed back and forth, suddenly feeling her underwear being pulled down. She quickly covered her vulva with her hands, only to feel her buttocks being groped. She twisted her body, and Man A seized the opportunity, ripping off her bra. The girl was instantly naked. The four men surrounded her, some performing oral sex, some groping her breasts, and some thrusting into her vulva. The girl screamed, but outnumbered and outmatched, she was quickly lifted to the ground by the four men.

Seeing this, the girl in black knew that resistance was futile, so she said, "Please be gentle when you're pleasuring me, so I can take it."

Man B laughed and said, "Don't worry, my lady. How could anyone bear to thrust so wildly into a beauty like you?" The four men agreed in unison.

So the four of them went on top of each other, but the bed was a bit crowded with so many people. So Man A embraced the girl in black from behind, letting her half-lie on his body. Man C and Man D sat on either side, saying in unison, "Master, please go first."

Man B laughed and said, "Little lady, how rude." The girl in black had no choice but to nod and say, "Please grant me this favor." Man B said, "Of course." He then parted the girl's legs, revealing a thick patch of pubic hair between them, from which a pink opening could be seen. Man B touched it and felt a lustful fluid on his hand, laughing, "Little lady, you are quite the passionate one."

The girl in black blushed and said, "No, I've always been this way, it has nothing to do with you gentlemen." Man B laughed heartily, bent down, aimed his already hard penis at the girl's opening, and thrust it in all the way, then began to thrust. While thrusting, he said, "Young lady, did I hurt you?" The girl in black replied, "It's alright."

Man A, from behind, said, "I wonder if my master is up to the task?" The girl in black replied, "At such a young age, you're like a tiger or wolf." All four of them laughed.

Man B, being older and having not been with a woman for a long time, suddenly became impatient. After a few thrusts, he couldn't hold back any longer, cried out "Ah!" and ejaculated. He managed a few more thrusts, but his penis had already shrunk, so he had to stop. He got up, pulled out his penis, and said, "Thank you for this pleasure, young lady."

Man B laughed heartily, got up from the bed, and said, "You three should make the young lady as comfortable as possible." Man A agreed.

Man C and Man D said, "Senior brother, please give the young lady some rest first." Man A said, "What does the young lady think?" The girl in black said, "Since I've already fallen into your hands, I'll take turns with you sooner or later. It doesn't matter who comes first." Man A said, "Then I'll do it first."

After saying that, he put the girl in black down, pressed down on her, raised his penis, and began to play with it at the girl's opening. Man A was young and strong, and he thrust very hard. His penis flew up and down in the girl's vagina, reaching the bottom of her vagina with each thrust, making the girl feel extremely happy, which was incomparable to what Man B had done earlier. When things got to the climax, the girl in black didn't care about her dignity anymore and made some lewd noises, constantly calling out, "My dear flesh, why don't you do it faster, so that I can feel so happy that I die." She kept thrusting her buttocks upwards.

Man A thrust harder for a while, and the girl in black arched her buttocks wildly upwards. Suddenly, she arched her back and let out a cry of "Ah!" Man A felt a warm gush of vaginal fluid flow from her vagina, making his penis feel incredibly comfortable. He couldn't help but thrust wildly, making the girl in black tremble all over, moaning and groaning about her father and brother. After

a while, Man A couldn't hold on any longer either. He thrust twice more, let out a whoosh, and a stream of semen shot out, making the clean-cut man, Ding, feel like he was on fire. After Man A climbed down, Man C, ignoring the semen flowing freely from the girl's vagina, pounced on her and quickly inserted his penis into her vagina, thrusting up and down.

In her excitement, the girl in black mistook the man for A, saying, "I didn't know my dear brother possessed such exquisite skills; it's driving this little girl to ecstasy!" At this moment, Man C, also aroused, replied, "My flesh, open your eyes and look! I don't know who you are!" The girl in black opened her eyes and recognized Man C, saying, "I didn't expect you to be so interesting." Mingjing didn't reply further, only thrusting forcefully.

The girl in black's vagina, filled with the semen of both men and her own vaginal fluid, was a white, sticky substance, soaking Man C's penis as if it were submerged in water. With each powerful thrust, Man C made a "gurgling" sound, which, combined with the girl's unrestrained, wanton words, provided immense pleasure for the four men.

Then, accompanied by the girl's excited cries and the wild thumping of her buttocks, the four men knew she was about to ejaculate again. Man C quickened his thrusting, and soon both of them trembled simultaneously. As the girl in black ejaculated, Man C could no longer hold back and finally ejaculated.

Man C's penis remained inside the girl's vagina, wanting to stay a little longer, but Man D, already impatient, yanked Man C off and, disregarding the girl's vagina being full of semen, mounted her and began to fuck her. The girl in black ejaculated twice, satisfied, and let Man D ravage her. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment of pleasure. Firstly, Man D had been watching for a while and couldn't help but ejaculate; secondly, being the youngest, he couldn't handle the attention, so after a few thrusts, he ejaculated and climbed off the girl.

The girl in black's vulva was already soaked with semen. Combined with the vigorous thrusting of the four men, the semen from their penises not only wet the grass but also soaked her pubic hair and belly. The girl in black lay weakly on the ground, opening her eyes and turning her head to say, "You four are such masters!"

Man B chuckled, "What do you think, little lady?" The girl in black's cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with tenderness, and she giggled, "This is the pleasure I feel, like being in heaven or dying." Man B and his disciples all laughed heartily.

The girl in black straightened up, wiping her genitals as she said, "I thought you'd at least leave me half-dead, or at least ruin me. But instead of leaving me half-dead, you've actually given me a taste of pleasure. It's quite unexpected."

The second man said, "When a man and woman unite, both should enjoy it, not just one and the other sad."

The girl in black said, "I didn't expect you to have such a perspective."

At this moment, Chen Bin and Nangong Ruo, their long swords now frozen in ice, slowly walked over.

The four handsome men dressed exactly like Chen Bin, along with the girl in black, all looked at them.

Nangong Ruo smiled faintly, while Chen Bin walked on coldly as if he hadn't seen anything.

The girl in black's smug expression immediately turned to anger, and she slapped the handsome man who was kissing her right hand across the face. Five bright red finger marks appeared on the man's alabaster face: "What are you looking at? Is he prettier than me?"

The man who had been hit shuddered, then resumed kissing the hand that had struck him. The other men, not daring to lag behind, kissed even more vigorously.

Chen Bin, however, quickly walked around the armchair and headed forward without looking back.

Nangong Ruo could no longer contain herself and burst into laughter.

The girl in black watched the cold Chen Bin brush past her, then kicked the two men kissing her bare feet to the ground, shouting angrily, "Chen Bin, you stop right there!" She then fluttered towards Chen Bin, who was not turning back.

Hearing the whoosh of wind behind him, Chen Bin's brow furrowed, and he stopped abruptly, pointing his sheathed sword at the girl.

Although he didn't turn around, it was as if he knew the location of the girl in black approaching from the air; the white sword in its sheath was pointed directly at her chest.

The girl in black was also quite skilled in martial arts. Her movements were swift and agile, like a butterfly performing a somersault. Her right big toe, as white as jade, stuck to Chen Bin's sword scabbard, making her appear as if she were standing on his sword. A gentle breeze seemed to lift the thin black veil covering her, revealing her breathtakingly beautiful body. Her face radiated a smile brighter than the sun.

She wasn't very old, but her youthful body was enough to make any mature woman feel ashamed.

Chen Bin turned back and coldly said, "You're dirty!" The girl in black flew away with the white scabbard, disappearing into the bright sunlight.

Chen Bin walked away without looking back, and Nangong Ruo helplessly shook her head, following behind him.

The girl in black stood barefoot in the sunlight of the melting snow, tears streaming down her face like dewdrops from a branch, her hand tightly gripping the white scabbard.

After a long while, she turned and rushed towards the grand master's chair placed in the middle of the road.

The setting sun was like blood, and beside the broken grand master's chair lay the corpses of four white-clad men covered in blood.

(III)

"Why didn't you bring Miss Ma here?" Chen Bin sat lazily on a grand master's chair with a leopard skin cushion, his unsheathed sword hanging at his waist.

"You alone are enough to give me a headache. She went to Henan on business." Nangong Ruo said while sipping wine.

The furnishings in the Hidden Plum Pavilion were very simple: two chairs and a table, with a large jade jar under the table, where charcoal was burning brightly.

But everything in this pavilion was priceless, even the charcoal in the jade jar was imperial charcoal from the palace.

There were no lights in the pavilion, only the moonlight outside. The cold moonlight seeped through the priceless glazed wall like water, filling the small Hidden Plum Pavilion.

Through the glazed wall, not only was the bright moon like a mirror, but even the night bees on the blooming plum blossoms could be seen clearly.

The fragrance of plum blossoms seemed to waft through the glazed glass walls.

"Your Tianshan plum wine is priceless; don't waste it," Chen Bin said with a smile

, raising his cup. "Aren't you even a little tempted?" Nangong Ruo frowned slightly, taking a sip.

"Tempted by what?" Chen Bin turned his gaze to the bright moon outside the pavilion.

"This so-called 'heartless' Lin Yin has already declared in the martial world that she won't marry anyone but you," Nangong said calmly.

"How could I possibly like such a ruthless woman?" Chen Bin shook his head.

"Do you really only like helpless blind girls?"

"Brother, don't joke around. You know that since I embarked on this martial world, the number of women who have liked me can be counted on one hand. I always need to find some excuse," Chen Bin laughed heartily.

"Don't make things worse. You should find a woman you like."

"But I haven't fallen for anyone yet. I've seen plenty of women who make me want to sleep with them at first sight, but I know that's just desire, not love." Chen Bin said calmly.

"But some people live their whole lives with only desire, and they still live happily."

"I'm different. I hope to find a woman I truly love and spend my life with her."

Nangong Ruo stopped talking, her gaze instantly turning as cold as moonlight.

"Life is short, so let's not let the golden goblet face the moon empty. What bastard's poem resonates so deeply with me?" Chen Bin raised his wine cup to the moon and drank it all in one gulp.

Although the bright moon cannot illuminate the entire night sky, it can give people a sense of security, because humans have always feared the dark.

The shadows obscured the bright moon. They were not clouds or bats, but four monks in wide robes and narrow sleeves who had climbed over the eaves.

The glass wall, enveloped by the palm strike of the leading gray-robed monk, transformed into countless fluttering snowflakes, merging into the moonlight, bringing with it a chilling aroma and the fragrance of plum blossoms.

"The four great monks of Shaolin, I don't think I offended them." Chen Bin gripped his sheathless longsword tightly.

Nangong Ruo stood up: "I offended them." A gleaming knife had appeared in his hand without his knowledge.

"Nangong Ruo, Shaolin has no recent grudges or past enemies with you, yet you sent people to bully us. Now come with us back to Shaolin to see Abbot Fatong." The leading monk roared.

"If you want an explanation, ask this knife!" Nangong Ruo laughed, and the knife flashed.

The moonlight grew colder, and the blood on the four decapitated corpses congealed into hard lumps.

The battle between "Knife God" Nangong Ruo and the four great monks of Shaolin had undoubtedly bankrupted countless people in the martial world overnight.

(IV)

Spring rain should have been like silk, but now it had turned into a waterfall.

The torrential rain kept everyone indoors.

A man in white, carrying a white umbrella, walked slowly down the street, a long, unsheathed sword clutched in his right hand.

Close behind him followed a young woman in black, also carrying a black umbrella and a white-scabbarded sword.

The rain was so heavy that the umbrellas were practically useless; both men were soaked to the bone, the black-clad woman's curves accentuated by the downpour.

Amidst the raging rain, Lin Yin's sweet voice rang out, clear and crisp, like the slap she often gave men: "Hey, you blockhead, if you find me annoying, you can tell me to leave!"

Chen Bin finally stopped, coldly enunciating each word: "I told you to leave, and you left?"

"Of course not, unless you kill me," Lin Yin replied sweetly.

Chen Bin sighed helplessly and turned to leave.

Lin Yin skipped along behind him, saying, "Of course I know you wouldn't kill a woman, and you probably don't even like women, right?"

Chen Bin took a few steps but stopped again, staring fiercely at her. "I do."

"Ha, I'm so happy today. You actually said a couple of words to me. Since you like me, do you dare...?" Her dark, starry eyes darted around.

Chen Bin coldly replied, "What?"

"Do you dare rape me?" Lin Yin smiled happily.

Chen Bin took a deep breath and slowly said, "It's not that I don't dare, it's that I can't. A man wouldn't be able to react to a disgusting woman like you."

Lin Yin's smile vanished instantly, mingling with the raindrops as she walked down the street, stunned. "Impossible," she stammered .

Chen Bin looked at her, shook his head, and turned to leave.

She still forced a smile and chased after him, saying, "You're lying."

She followed Chen Bin until he entered "Yihong Garden," the largest brothel in the city.

When Chen Bin stepped into Yihong Garden, the girls inside erupted in cheers.

The rain continued to fall, and Lin Yin's umbrella slipped from her hand onto the street. In the downpour, no one could see if she was crying; perhaps even she herself didn't know.

She murmured, "I must make you like me."

When the rain stopped, Yihong Garden caught fire.

A month later, outside a dilapidated brothel,

several old and ugly prostitutes relentlessly solicited pleasure from passersby, claiming they were after money.

A man in white strode towards them, and the old and ugly prostitutes jostled and pushed each other as they rushed towards him.

The man in white held an unsheathed sword. With a light flick of his wrist, the old women who had surrounded him screamed and collapsed to the ground.

"I'm looking for Ruhua," Chen Bin said coldly.

Only then did an even older and uglier woman with blood-red lips emerge from the doorway: "My lord is truly remarkable. Ruhua only arrived today, and you already know."

"Where is she?"

"If you want her, you'll have to wait a moment; she's busy right now." Before she could finish speaking, she was shoved aside, and Chen Bin swept into the dilapidated little doorway like a gust of wind.

The dark, damp room could only fit a bed, so it was just the right size for a dirty, damp little bed. A fat, overweight old man pressed down on a stunningly beautiful, naked young woman.

"Ah! Hurry...go in...okay?"

the girl pleaded.

"You...hurry up and put it in...quickly..."

The girl's delicate, pitiful pleas only made the fat old man find her even more endearing!

"I want to see you. Move your body forward a little, I want to see your lower part!"

The fat old man pressed hard on the girl's hymen with his fingers, causing her to arch her back, revealing her white neck.

She kept shouting, "Hurry...hurry..."

The fat old man used his fingers to spread her legs wide so he could see clearly. Wow! It really is...so this is what a woman's core is like!

The fat old man's gaze was entirely focused on this woman's most private part. He thought of the same part as the woman he had raped on the ground that day. Wow! It's amazing!

A woman's body is so strange...

split into an inner recess, a part that the sun doesn't shine on!

There are two labia minora open on either side, with a transparent liquid shimmering in the middle.

The fat old man pressed his face closer so he could observe this woman in the bathtub more clearly.

This girl, the secret cave surrounded by her labia minora, seems like a mysterious place.

Compared to a man's erect penis, a woman's thing is truly amazing!

The girl looks much more beautiful and lovely than before! The girl seems to feel something wet approaching her entrance.

The fat old man unceremoniously uses his fingers to part her hymen and examine it, making the girl feel an intense urge for a rod to be thrust into her!

"Ah..."

The fat old man's wet lips finally pressed against the inside of the girl's thigh, causing her whole body to convulse.

Gradually, she felt a tongue approaching her most precious part.

The girl's breathing became erratic, and her secret juices gushed out continuously, while the wet and nimble tongue remained on it, the wriggling sensation of the tongue tip like a sensitive snake crawling across her skin.

An almost numbing pleasure surged through her body.

After finishing the licking and caressing, the fat old man carried her body into the bedroom, threw her onto the bed, and pressed her legs down.

Suddenly, he thrust his protruding rod violently into the girl's secret cave!

"Ah...ah..."

A powerful pleasure made his breath catch in his throat! The fat old man plunged into the center of her flower-like flesh, then forcefully pulled in and out!

He could feel something soft like lips lifting and pulling his rod, as if it were sucking on it.

The girl convulsed as if she had encountered a demon, and made sounds.

"Oh...oh..."

The fat old man, tense all over, pulled forcefully into the girl's body, then relaxed!

The fat old man, as if following a rhythm, pulled out and then forcefully thrust into the deepest part.

The fat old man was a little worried…

“Is this okay? I’m afraid it’s too fast, too crazy… I’m afraid… I’ll ejaculate right away…”

“Is it that sensitive inside?”

“Hehe, this is our first experience together…”

The fat old man was very happy and went deeper inside…

“I must ejaculate inside today…”

The fat old man took a deep breath and put his hands around the girl’s waist. He attacked the girl’s lower abdomen, which was indeed the place the girl wanted to touch.

The fat old man stood up, pulled out his rod, and revealed his wet palm and fingertips holding the entire glans.

“Faster…”

A sound came from the girl’s mouth, as if she couldn’t open her mouth, as if the sound was due to the overwhelming emotion.

The fat old man endured it, as if he was calmly preparing for battle.

The girl’s moans seemed to grow louder and louder, almost to the point of madness, and she let out a roar.

The fat old man thrust his rod downwards, lower and lower, until it reached its deepest point. Like a skilled hypnotist, he drove the girl to a state of ecstasy. He

maintained control, relentlessly pushing his rod down, pumping it in and out of the girl's passage.

The girl gradually felt something pressing against the tip of her cervix; it was the tip of the fat old man's glans, inserted into the cervix, as if being sucked in.

The fat old man forcefully thrust in and out of the girl, his body trembling violently. He groaned with pleasure, his breaths mingling with the girl's moans.

The girl continued to move in sync with the fat old man's movements. Suddenly, he pulled his erect penis completely out!

"Ah…" the girl screamed.

"Hey! Let me show you before I put it in again!"

The fat old man pulled the girl's head up with both hands, making her look downwards.

Her gaze quickly swept over the wet, gleaming, sharp-pointed glans of the penis before settling on it. "

Ah! Ah!"

the girl cried out excitedly at the sight of the penis that made her feel like she was in heaven.

"Now, I'm going to push it inside you!"

The fat old man's body moved gently as he inserted himself, feeling a burning sensation deep within the girl's vagina.

"Ah! I'm going to ejaculate inside you today..."

The fat old man lifted his hips, clearly showing the wet, fluid-filled area where their bodies met.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!..."

The fat old man thrust in and out between the girl's buttocks, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow.

The girl exuded an intense excitement, radiating immense heat.

The fat old man was deeply attracted by this sight.

"This in-and-out motion feels like I'm touching myself..."

the fat old man said to himself, then added, "Have you ever touched yourself before..."

"You're so naughty..."

the girl pouted at the fat old man, who immediately ordered her not to twist and straighten her body.

The fat old man's penis was completely sealed inside the girl's vagina, and he continued to thrust in and out.

The fat old man lifted the girl's head and placed two pillows behind her head so she could observe the scene of their lovemaking.

The fat old man held his penis in his right hand, pulling back the foreskin, the pubic hair on it was covered in honey and love juice, wet and sticky.

He kept teasing the girl with his index finger, the pleasure was simply indescribable for the girl!

"Oh... oh... I... I'm about to die... I'm going to die..."

the girl's body convulsed excitedly.

"Are you going to die?... Ha! Are you about to die?"

the fat old man said to the girl ambiguously, seeing her expression, while thrusting violently.

The fat old man, who had been slowly thrusting, suddenly changed his pace, and the two of them quickened their speed...

"I...I...ahhh..."

The girl's abdomen swelled and contracted, a kind of pleasure as if her internal organs were about to burst over her.

The fat old man's hot rod continued to press deeper into the girl's body.

"Oh...ah..."

The girl let out a long moan, indicating that she felt like she was dying of pleasure!

The fat old man's muscles and bones were all tense and straight.

Finally, the tip of the hot rod sprayed out foam, and the girl also felt a surge of heat rush into her cervix.

After a while, the fat old man's body completely relaxed, pressing down on the girl more and more heavily, and he breathed heavily beside her, while tears of excitement seeped out of the girl's eyes.

The girl rested her head on the fat old man's shoulder, and the fat old man held her, lying quietly. The girl lay limply, unresponsive, her eyes wide open, but she could see nothing; she was blind.

The door slammed open, and a man in white stood coldly outside, sword in hand: "Get out!"

The girl smiled, a sweet, innocent smile, as if she had forgotten she was naked: "I knew you would come." The old

man, his mood dampened, roared, "Are you insane? You know I am…"

Before he could finish, he was reduced to two heaps of flesh by a flash of sword light.

Chen Bin wrapped the girl in his own white robe and held her in his arms. Lin Yin smiled sweetly: "I knew you would come. Why come to protect me, a blind girl with no martial arts skills, no eyes, and no one to rely on?"

Chen Bin didn't speak, his still-dripping sword pointing at the two murderous Taoists standing outside the door.

One of the Taoist priests, dressed

in brocade robes and with a long beard, roared, "Do you know that she killed all forty-four people from Jingyue Temple, leaving only the two of us? You want to take her away?" "I only know that you shouldn't have sold her to a brothel after she crippled herself and blinded herself." Chen Bin closed his eyes.

"You want to take her away? No way!" The two long-bearded Taoist priests roared in unison.

The two Taoist priests attacked Chen Bin with fists and palms, but Chen Bin, holding Lin Yin in one arm and a sword in the other, slowly opened his eyes.

The wind was still blowing, so the long beards on the two corpses were still fluttering.

(V)

Are there any red mountains in the world? I wonder if Blood Hidden Peak, covered with maple forests, counts? No matter the season, the maple forests of Blood Hidden Peak are always a fiery red.

In this blazing fire, there were two people walking, no, it should be said that a man in white was carrying a girl with black hair as they climbed upwards. The foot of the mountain was littered with corpses, but with the lingering wind, they were all covered and submerged by the blood-red maple leaves.

The black-haired girl, held in the arms of the white-clad man, had her eyes wide open, but she still couldn't see the crimson leaves covering the mountains. She smiled sweetly, "Could you put down your sword and use that hand to hold me?"

The white-clad man remained silent.

The black-haired girl wrapped her arms tightly around the white-clad man's neck, gently pressed her ear against his chest, and pouted, saying, "Holding such a beautiful woman like me, my heart isn't even beating faster." Because she was blind, she couldn't see, and the white-clad man's already pale face flushed red.

"I know I have many enemies, and I should have found a place to hide, but I left something very important here, and I had to come and get it," the black-haired girl said softly.

The white-clad man gripped his sword tightly, desperately suppressing his rapidly breathing.

"I'm so happy. I can only spend my whole life in your arms. Even if my life is so short that only tomorrow remains, I'll be content."

The man in white didn't dare look directly at the blind woman's face, gazing at the equally silent mountains in the distance.

The black-haired blind woman continued to ramble on, but the man in white was gradually becoming moved.

High in the mountains, white clouds drifted, and the fire in the sky blazed even brighter.

Deep in the maple forest, there was a small wooden house without a roof. The door was open, and the inside was empty, with only a thick layer of maple

leaves piled up on the ground. The black-haired blind woman stepped barefoot from the man in white's arms into the pile of maple leaves. Her hands trembled as she fumbled among the leaves. The wind swept in from outside, scattering maple leaves everywhere.

Suddenly, she smiled, her voice as silvery as a child's: "Come here."

The man in white slowly walked into the roofless house and saw that the black-haired blind woman was tightly clutching a long sword sheath, the once white sheath now stained reddish by the accumulated decaying maple leaves.

Tears streamed down the black-haired girl's face, which could no longer see the world. She gently parted her thin, bloodless lips and said, "I knew you would bring me here to get this scabbard. You will fall in love with me, won't you?"

She suddenly turned her head and smiled at the white-clad man she could not see.

The white-clad man gripped his sword tighter, his eyes fixed on the fallen maple leaves, their color almost flushed, as if from the reflection of the leaves.

"I'll ask you one more question," the black-haired girl said with a charming smile.

The white-clad man remained silent.

"Do you dare rape me?" the black-haired girl asked casually, as if stating the most natural thing in the world.

The white-clad man still didn't speak, his hand tightly gripping the sheathless sword, his face turning even redder.

After a long while, tears streamed from the black-haired girl's empty eyes, and she collapsed weakly onto the pile of fallen maple leaves.

The white-clad man rushed forward to support her, still clutching his sword.

Her soft, boneless hands immediately entwined around the white-clad man. The white-clad man, his face flushed, neither uttered a sound nor struggled. Her two soft mounds pressed tightly against the white-clad man's firm chest, her slender feet lightly stroking...

Maple leaves fluttered wildly in the small house, and the man and woman seemed to be immersed in that sea of maple leaves, rising and falling. The girl's cries of happiness, almost dying, echoed from the depths of the white clouds, from the land of heavenly fire. The white-clad man, his right hand still tightly gripping his long sword, was still moving.

(VI)

On the beach without a seawall, two men stood watching the white waves roll.

Nangong Ruo smiled lightly: "Found the woman you like?"

Chen Bin, his unsheathed sword hanging at his waist, said calmly: "It's just that she likes me very much."

"Then is she the woman you plan to spend your life with?"

The waves roared in, the spray crashing against the rocks, shattering them into pieces.

“She’s a madwoman, a madwoman who loves me to death. I can’t leave her alone for the rest of my life.”

“Is your love just lust or pity?” Nangong Ruo looked at the sea.

“Of course, there’s lust too. She’s amazing, and she became who she is all for me. When I see her, all I want to do is hold her tight and protect her.”

“Is this what you call love? Have you ever laid down your sword in front of her?”

“No, because…”

“Because you don’t know if she’ll like you if you lay down your sword, right?”

“You really are a mind reader.” Chen Bin laughed.

Nangong Ruo also laughed: “By the way, do you know about the big news that’s been making headlines in the martial arts world lately?”

Chen Bin frowned: “What is it?”

“Chen Bin, the Heavenly Sword, is going to have a showdown with Nangong Ruo, the Divine Blade, on the summit of Mount Tai on February 14th.” Nangong Ruo said seriously.

Chen Bin laughed: “How could such nonsense exist? Don’t they know we’re best friends? They’d believe it?”

“They definitely will believe it, because the one spreading the news is Nangong Ruo.” Nangong Ruo said in a deep voice.

"Are you crazy?" Chen Bin exclaimed.

"The Nangong family has never lacked money because they are constantly making money. The high-stakes gambling behind the scenes in the martial arts world is also controlled by the Nangong family. Now you know why so many people challenge you to a duel when you're with me, right?" Nangong Ruo laughed.

Chen Bin murmured, "But you're my best friend!" Hai roared.

"You know yourself that Jin Gongji Nangong Ruo never does anything that doesn't benefit you. I've been waiting for an opportunity to force you to make a move."

"You know that even if you kill me, I still won't attack you."

"So I taught Lin Yin to cripple her martial arts and blind herself. That way, I'll have something to force you to make a move, and I can kill her," Nangong Ruo said calmly.

"You..."

"Fight me. You have no choice. I'm your best friend since childhood. I know you best."

"You're only doing this for money?"

"This most exciting duel in the world will surely earn the Nangong family a fortune. Once this battle is over, the Nangong family will become..."

"Some people live their entire lives only for desire?"

"That's right."

"What about Miss Ma?"

"She's dead."

The sandstorm raged, but after the hurricane passed, the undulating dunes would be smooth as mirrors again.

A small tent stood alone amidst the yellow sand.

"You're going out to duel someone, aren't you?" A sweet voice drifted out.

"Yes," a man's voice replied.

"You must come back alive. If you die at his hands, I will do everything in my power to marry him, have a child with him, kill the child first, then kill him, and then commit suicide." The girlishly sweet voice seemed to be speaking of something perfectly natural.

"I'm leaving."

"Do you like me?"

"..."

"Then can you smile for me? I've never heard you smile before. Just one smile from you, and I'd be willing to go deaf."

"I'm leaving."

"I'll wait for you."

A black-haired girl lay in a small tent amidst the swirling yellow sand, clutching a slightly reddish white sword hilt tightly to her chest. Yellow sand filled the sky. 　　Wuya

Xue. 　　The lantern market had begun. 　　The Lantern Festival, the weather mild, yet how could there be no wind and rain? 　　Afraid to go out at night, afraid to hear laughter and chatter from behind the curtains. 　　Liu Wuya had no interest in strolling through the lantern market. 　　Tomorrow, she would be a man's bride. 　　But today, it was this man who had dragged her to the lantern market. 　　"What's there to be nervous about? Let's play a little longer!" His young, handsome face beamed with joy. After receiving her parents' tacit approval, he pulled her out without further ado. 　　He did it for her; she knew it. 　　Liu Wuyai silently followed behind his brisk steps, listening to his loud laughter, occasionally returning a faint smile. 　　The lantern market was beautiful, truly beautiful. 　　This most prosperous street in the small town was almost overflowing with people, jostling and mesmerized by the colorful lanterns lining both sides. Candles of all shapes and colors glowed softly behind thin layers of paper. The same light, however, took on a different appearance once it seeped into the night. The red was dazzling, the white gentle, the green serene, the blue elegant, the yellow noble… so many lights and shadows, little by little, dappled the faces of those watching the lanterns, somewhat eerie, yet enhancing the festive atmosphere. On 　　the fifteenth of January, a pale moon still hung in the sky, smiling down upon the festival on earth. 　　Liu Wuyai snapped out of her reverie; her husband, who would be her husband tomorrow, was playing with a group of children, teaching them to blow out the lanterns hanging high above, then running away amidst the vendors' shouts and curses, making funny faces from afar. 　　She smiled gently, her delicate eyebrows relaxing, her beautiful face as lovely as a flower. 　　Would he teach his child the same way when she gave birth to him?

Her smile broadened slightly, her beautiful eyes gazing tenderly at the older child.

Then, she felt two burning gazes, catching a glimpse of white clothing out of the corner of her eye.

She paused slightly, turning to look.

The crowd moved slowly forward, heads surging, but the white figure was nowhere to be seen.

Yet, why did the feeling of being watched grow stronger?

She furrowed her brows, her slender hand clutching her chest, overwhelmed by the suffocating pressure.

A gentle breeze swept by, ruffling her hair and lifting her clothes.

She ignored it.

Because that presence was drawing ever closer—she abruptly turned.

The moonlight was soft, the lamplight soft, the shadows soft.

The tall, white-clad figure was less than a foot behind her.

Cold, sharp brows, cold, stern eyes, cold lips.

The white-clad figure stood aloof in the crowd, exceptionally proud.

Seeing her look over, the figure curled his lips into a cold smile.

He nodded,

then turned and disappeared into the crowd. Liu Wuyai turned around at the same time, breathing heavily.

Only she saw clearly the burning emotion in those cold eyes and the meaning behind that nod. "

Nice to meet you.

You are mine."

Fang Duxue came for revenge.

To be precise, he was born for revenge, lived for revenge.

Revenge stories in the martial world are mostly similar, and he was no exception. His enemy was a villain who killed his entire family, yet a renowned hero in the martial world.

He unconsciously placed his hand on the hilt of his sword again, letting its coldness cool the boiling blood within him.

He sighed, as if trying to expel the frustration in his chest, but instead looked up at the sky.

The moon was full and still, lanterns lit everywhere; it was the Lantern Festival again.

While others could reunite with their families, where was his?

The sharp totem on the hilt had pierced his palm, yet his heart could no longer find peace.

Until that pure white caught his eye.

He couldn't help but follow the white figure that resembled him with his own.

It was a delicate, frail figure. Soft black braids hung quietly over her shoulders, her neck and hands were fair and smooth, as gentle as a pool of spring water.

For the first time in twenty-two years, Fang Duxue cast aside his hatred.

He quietly and imperceptibly moved through the crowd, approaching her step by step.

He wanted to know if that gentle woman also possessed a gentle fragrance.

The woman's back stiffened, and she looked back.

For some reason, he immediately hid behind someone beside him, instinctively not wanting to be discovered.

However, she seemed more sensitive than he expected.

When they were almost touching, she turned around again.

There was nowhere to hide, and he didn't want to hide anymore.

He stood there, staring at her intently, completely absorbing her beauty.

He wasn't wrong; this woman exuded a gentle, watery tenderness. Willow-leaf eyebrows, delicate crescent-shaped eyes, small lips, not even quite red. She was gentle, not possessing stunning beauty, but elegant and charming, with a graceful demeanor.

A sweet fragrance wafted towards him.

Fang Duxue smiled faintly, meeting her startled, clear eyes.

He nodded slightly to her.

"Wait for me, once my revenge is complete, I'll come and take you away."

He turned and walked through the crowd.

His steps were brisk, his eyes bright.

Perhaps, his life was not just about revenge. That gentle woman would soothe his body and soul, wounded for twenty-two years.

The moon hung silently in the sky.

He walked forward with a smile.

Old Man Liu was very, very old. His

cloudy old eyes were bloodshot, always suspiciously squinting, as if he were dozing off. Therefore, the Fang family children especially liked this teacher. They could sneak out of his squinting classroom and cause trouble everywhere. If they got into trouble and people came to their door, Old Man Liu would still squint, stroke his beard, and swear that they had never left the classroom.

Alas, he has aged terribly.

Fortunately, Master Fang is a longtime friend of Old Man Liu, and the young master of the Fang family will soon be his son-in-law, so Old Man Liu, at his advanced age, doesn't have to worry about his future livelihood.

Therefore, Old Man Liu is quite leisurely now.

He is sitting by the window, and Aunt Liu is doing needlework there. The old couple quietly enjoy the warm atmosphere.

Until his daughter and future son-in-law came in one after the other.

"You're back." Aunt Liu puts down her work and pours two cups of tea: "Xiaotian, come in and chat with your Uncle Liu for a while."

Old Man Liu strokes his beard and chuckles: "You two are having a good time, leaving us two old folks behind. Xiaotian, be careful I don't marry my daughter to you!"

Young Master Fang Xiaotian grins and puts his arm around Liu Wuyai's shoulder.

"Father-in-law, please don't tease me. I will only marry your daughter!"

Wuya was startled by his words, her thoughts returning from the man in white. She gave him a meaningful look and sighed softly.

Subtly pulling away from his arm, she curtsied to her parents and went back to her room.

Their home was in the Fang family's spacious garden. Walking along the winding corridor, she could faintly hear laughter coming from behind, and a smile crept onto her face.

Why think so much? Wasn't she happy now?

That man in white…

perhaps nothing happened…?

Her troubling thoughts abruptly stopped when she saw a flash of white.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the person standing before her.

The garden was silent, the flowers and trees swaying gently in the still air, shadows shimmering.

The moon hung in the sky, its silvery light spilling onto the pavilions and the two still figures in white.

Fang Duxue frowned.

He hadn't expected her to be here.

Liu Wuyai felt a little timid.

Why was this person in her house again? Who exactly was he?

Was he... here to see her?

A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling their hair and stirring up a turbulent undercurrent of emotion.

Fang Duxue reached out her hand.

He had long forgotten his purpose for coming here, forgotten revenge.

He only saw a fallen leaf.

A small, withered yellow leaf that had landed on her hair.

He reached out his hand. The hands that had been used to wield a sword to kill gently brushed the fallen leaf from her hair, gently stroking it.

Her hair fluttered gently, a sweet fragrance wafting towards him.

"You smell so good," he murmured.

Taking a step forward, he pulled her into his arms.

Liu Wuyai was captivated by his burning, misty eyes, by the gentle breath that enveloped her, by his strong arms and firm chest… Fang Duxue, while savoring Liu Wuyai's tender tongue, quickly unbuttoned her shirt, pulling the shoulder straps aside. Liu Wuyai's full, firm breasts, soaked with milk, were completely exposed, her pink nipples trembling slightly, slowly hardening and erect under Fang Duxue's gaze.

Fang Duxue's hands caressed these soft, supple breasts, milk constantly overflowing. She took one of Liu Wuyai's nipples into her mouth and suckled, streams of milk flowing into her mouth. Liu Wuyai felt waves of tingling pleasure radiating from her breasts throughout her body, and her vagina couldn't help but secrete more fluid.

At this moment, Fang Duxue's hand reached under Liu Wuyai's skirt, caressing her stockinged thighs, then sliding down to her genitals, rubbing them. Liu Wuyai's genitals were already soaked, and she nestled against Fang Duxue, gently writhing.

Fang Duxue's penis was now erect and red. He lifted Liu Wuyai, lifting her skirt. The hem of her white stockings was trimmed with lace, which looked even more alluring against her fair skin; she wore white panties, with a few long pubic hairs peeking out from the sides. Fang Duxue pulled down Liu Wuyai's underwear, her hands caressing Liu Wuyai's long, beautiful legs. Liu Wuyai had a lot of pubic hair, which was jet black and shiny, extending from her swollen mons pubis down to below her labia. Even around her purplish-red anus, there was a considerable amount of pubic hair.

The jet black pubic hair stood out even more against her snow-white buttocks and thighs. Because Liu Wuyai had given birth, her labia majora had turned purplish-black, but were still quite thick. Fang Duxue gently parted Liu Wuyai's labia majora with her fingers, revealing pink flesh. The small opening below the flesh was open, and a little bit of vaginal fluid occasionally flowed from it, running down to her anus, making Liu Wuyai's anus glisten under the light.

Without a second thought, Fang Duxue pressed her lips to Liu Wuyai's vulva and kissed her. Liu Wuyai trembled, mumbling incoherently, "No...no...it's dirty there..." As she spoke, she pressed Fang Duxue's head down towards her crotch.

Fang Duxue's tongue licked incessantly at Liu Wuyai's genitals. Under her ministrations, Liu Wuyai could only utter "ah...ah..." sounds. To prevent others from hearing her, she covered her mouth with her hands.

Fang Duxue then supported Liu Wuyai's legs, raising them to the sides. She first used her tongue to part Liu Wuyai's curly pubic hair, then parted the thick labia. Instantly, the fragrance of a young woman and the unique sour smell of her vulva filled Fang Duxue's nostrils. Fang Duxue's tongue gently licked Liu Wuyai's dark red clitoris, occasionally biting it lightly with his teeth. Stimulated by Fang Duxue, Liu Wuyai's buttocks trembled slightly, and he involuntarily moaned, "Ahhh...no more, I can't take it anymore..."

Liu Wuyai's vaginal opening resembled rose petals, with intricate veins, now slick with nectar; her labia were engorged and swollen, the veins clearly visible, slightly parted as if panting; slightly above, the small urethral opening was clearly visible. Fang Duxue was dizzy at the sight; his face seemed to be drawn to her, pressing against her, slowly probing his tongue into Liu Wuyai's vagina, moving it rapidly in and out. The

rough tongue stimulated Liu Wuyai's tender vagina, and Liu Wuyai's breathing grew louder. Suddenly, her legs clamped tightly around Fang Duxue's head, and a stream of hot, sticky fluid spurted into Fang Duxue's mouth. Fang Duxue swallowed all the viscous fluid that Liu Wuyai had sprayed out, and licked the fluid around the vagina clean, even the fluid that had dripped onto Yufei's anus.

At this moment, Fang Duxue's penis was painfully erect. He stood up and stroked his swollen penis with his hand. "Insert it...faster...I want it..." Liu Wuyai said urgently. Fang Duxue guided his already erect penis with one hand, and with his other hand, parted Liu Wuyai's labia and pushed it into the vaginal opening.

"Ah...ouch..." A pleasurable moan escaped Liu Wuyai's lips the moment Fang Duxue penetrated. Although her husband's penis had entered and exited her body countless times, Liu Wuyai had never experienced such intense stimulation. Perhaps it was because Fang Duxue's penis was much thicker and longer than her husband's, or perhaps it was because her vagina hadn't had any penetration for a long time. The muscles in Liu Wuyai's legs tensed instantly.

"Plop...plop..." Liu Wuyai's lower body was very wet, and her vagina was very tight. Each thrust from Fang Duxue produced a "sizzling" sound as her vaginal fluids splashed out.

Fang Duxue's penis almost always penetrated deep into Liu Wuyai's vagina, each time the glans approaching her clitoris. Yufei couldn't help but tremble, her red lips slightly parted, and she let out a moan.

Fang Duxue thrust forty or fifty times in a row. Liu Wuyai was covered in a fine layer of sweat, her cheeks flushed. One leg was draped over Fang Duxue's shoulder, while the other thigh, encased in a pure white stocking, was now raised high and wrapped around Luo Xi's waist, swaying back and forth with Fang Duxue's thrusts. She kept moaning, "Ah...ouch...um..."

Fang Duxue paused for a moment, then began thrusting again with great force, each time pulling her penis to the vaginal opening before plunging it all the way in. Fang Duxue's scrotum slapped against Liu Wuyai's buttocks with a loud "smack, smack." Liu Wuyai could no longer contain her excitement. Waves of intense pleasure overwhelmed her, causing her to moan incessantly, her voice growing louder and her breathing heavier, occasionally letting out uncontrollable cries.

“Ah… um… yes… right there…” Each groan was accompanied by a long exhale, the muscles in her face tensing as if in pain, yet also as if in pleasure.

“Ah… ah… ah…” Liu Wuyai could no longer control herself, crying out incessantly.

Fang Duxue felt Liu Wuyai’s vagina contracting in waves; with each deep thrust, it felt as if a small mouth was trying to engulf the glans. Streams of vaginal fluid flowed down her buttocks onto the table with each withdrawal, soaking the surface. Liu Wuyai’s full breasts rippled like waves from the impact.

After a while, as Liu Wuyai’s vagina contracted again, Fang Duxue finally ejaculated scalding hot semen into her body, making her tremble uncontrollably. When Fang Duxue withdrew his now-shrunken penis from Liu Wuyai's body, Liu Wuyai remained lying there, unwilling to move. A stream of milky-white semen flowed from between Liu Wuyai's slightly swollen labia… Liu Wuyai awoke from her reverie, startled, and gasped, struggling to escape his embrace.

Fang Duxue narrowed his eyes, glancing at his empty right arm, then at the terrified beauty before him, and gritted his teeth.

“I…” She took a step back, turning her head away, “I have a fiancé.”

“Just a fiancé?”

She suddenly turned around, her lips trembling as she looked at him.

How could he say it so casually?!

Fang Duxue smiled arrogantly, gripping the hilt of his sword.

“I will challenge him.”

“That’s not fair, he doesn’t know martial arts!”

“Then what’s the problem?” Fang Duxue grinned mockingly, “He can’t even protect himself, what right does he have to take on the responsibility of protecting you?”

Liu Wuyai took another step back.

This man was arrogant and unreasonable; she had nothing to say.

She took another step back.

Fang Duxue narrowed his eyes again, a white shadow flashed, and he was close to her once more.

Ignoring her fright, he hooked her chin with one hand, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.

"I only have one concern: are you willing to come with me?"

He was a bandit! Liu Wuyai glared at him angrily, looking into the depths of his dark eyes, a thought stirring within her.

Those eyes, shielded by coldness and protected by aloofness, now burned with naked passion and desire.

He really, really, really... wanted her, didn't he?

She lowered her eyelashes, her voice barely a whisper: "What if... I say no?"

His dark eyes suddenly dimmed, but his tone remained domineering and arrogant.

"I will kidnap you."

Just as she expected.

Liu Wuyai suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Since betrayal was not something she could control, she would face her restless heart with equanimity.

She smiled faintly, her bright eyes meeting his.

"I don't want to go with you. Come and kidnap me."

A hawk-like glint flashed in his eyes, catching her radiant smile, and instantly softened into gentle tenderness.

Fang Duxue sighed softly, a bitter smile playing on her lips. It seemed that even the hardest steel would melt into tenderness in her desire for his gentleness.

Before the smile faded from her lips, he leaned down, wanting to capture her beauty with his lips.

A gentle breeze stirred again, calmly rippling the beautiful scenery, whispering secrets, envious glances, and intimate whispers—all for the unintentional murmurs of lovers, for their destiny together.

A long sigh drifted into their ears, abruptly waking the lovers from their sweet reverie.

Liu Wuyai's face turned ashen, and he involuntarily leaned against Fang Duxue's chest.

Fang Duxue gripped her sword hilt tightly again.

A long, dark shadow entered through the moon gate, footsteps hurried closer, and a hunched old man stepped in.

He stroked his beard, then suddenly his old eyes flashed with a sharp light. He straightened his back, instantly displaying a vigorous and youthful appearance, showing no trace of his old age!

"Who are you?" Fang Duxue frowned, asking coldly.

Liu Wuyai called out softly, "Father."

"You're her father? That's perfect, I'll marry—" His unfinished proposal was abruptly cut off.

"I am her father, and the person you're looking for."

Fang Duxue's spine stiffened abruptly, his hand gripping the sword trembling involuntarily.

"You are... Liu... Liu Xihu?!"

Old Man Liu laughed heartily, "I am Liu Xihu, the one who, eighteen years ago, was known as one of the Two Heroes of Jiangnan alongside your father."

The longsword vibrated, moving so fast that only a flash of silver light was visible. Fang Duxue grinned maliciously, extending the sword and pointing it at his throat.

"I've finally found you... Twenty-two years, you've been hiding from me for twenty-two years, Uncle Liu!"

Liu Xihu glanced down at the cold, menacing sword, then calmly looked at him.

"Xue'er, these twenty-two years, have you been alright?"

Fang Duxue smiled through gritted teeth, his vicious gaze fixed on the enemy he had been searching for for twenty years.

Alright? Of course, he was alright! The torment of these twenty-two years, the deep-seated hatred—how could he allow himself to be "not good"?!

His smile was cold, the sword's edge even colder, only hatred burned throughout his body, scorching and unbearable. Liu Wuyai trembled, his face pale, staggering away from his embrace, only to be caught by him.

Liu Xihu watched with a complex expression as he unconsciously pulled Liu Wuyai back into his arms, like a child desperately seeking courage and comfort.

He sighed softly.

"Xue'er, let go of Wuyai, she is my daughter."

Fang Duxue trembled, involuntarily releasing her arms, staring blankly at her.

She was his daughter… Right, just now she called him father… Just now… I proposed to him… I wanted to marry her, the woman I only saw once at the Lantern Festival, yet it felt like I had longed for her my whole life… How long ago was that? Why did it feel so distant, like a past life… No, as distant as twenty-two years of blissful happiness…

He stared at her intently, his dark eyes filled with confusion, muttering something. Liu Wuyai stood there, tears streaming down his face, and involuntarily took a step closer to him. He finally understood what he meant: "Why is my happiness always so short-lived..."

The woman he loved was the daughter of his enemy—a game that Heaven liked to play among mortals, but...

why him? Why her?

All he longed for was a little tenderness, a little warm acceptance... that's all...

He was stunned, dumbfounded, his long sword lowered, and the arrogant and domineering spirit brought by hatred had vanished completely.

"What happened back then was nothing but a farce," Liu Xihu coughed, trying to bring him back to his senses. "Your father, Fang Qing, and I were known as the Two Heroes of Jiangnan, and we were even closer in private. The year your father had you, I was wandering the martial world, my whereabouts unknown, so the good news didn't reach me. By the time I finally saw you, you were already a six-year-old child." He looked up at the sky, a joyful smile on his face. "You have exceptional physique, a martial arts prodigy. Your father and I wanted to impart all our knowledge to you, but we still felt we were wasting your talent. So, I decided to find you a renowned master as a gift. And the one whose martial arts were considered the best in the world back then was none other than the Phantom Old Man, whose temper was also the most eccentric in the world. The Phantom Old Man took in many disciples, but his rule was: he would only accept those who were desperate and had nowhere else to turn." Liu Xihu smiled bitterly, frowning. "Your father and I discussed it for several days and came up with a plan." He looked at Fang Duxue, his eyes already shining, but filled with even more disbelief from Fang Duxue.

"First, lure the Phantom Elder out of Phantom Valley. Then, in front of him, feign a fight, and I'll kill your entire family of twenty-four. And then, do you remember?"

Fang Duxue trembled on the spot.

How could he not remember? It was the nightmare that had haunted him every midnight for the past twenty-two years!

In the pitch-black night, shadows flickered. "Uncle Liu" had killed his grandfather, father, younger brother, and wet nurse... Blood splattered everywhere, and the walls were covered with bloodstains. He was shielded behind his mother, watching her fall, but could only stand there, stunned, staring blankly as "Uncle Liu," his face covered in blood, grinned menacingly, approaching him step by step… until a figure flew in through the window, knocking "Uncle Liu" unconscious with a single blow, then pulling him into his arms, clearly saying, "I won't kill him! I'll keep him alive. Later, when you've mastered your martial arts, you can kill him yourself!"

…

How could he forget that for twenty-two years, driven by a burning desire for revenge, he had begged his master for the most rigorous training, forcing himself to teeter on the brink of death countless times… Even, to test his skills, how many people had he… killed?!

For twenty-two years, he had isolated himself from the world, sealing himself in hatred, living only for it… And today, someone told him it was all a farce!

Impossible!

Fang Duxue's indifferent gaze sharpened, and he even laughed mockingly: "Do you think I'd believe such a far-fetched story of begging for my life?!" He desperately avoided Liu Wuyai's gaze, taking a few steps to the side, away from her fragrant embrace, and coldly stared at Liu Xihu.

"No matter whose father you are, I..." He gritted his teeth and blurted out, his longsword flashing out with incredible speed, about to pierce through Liu Xihu's thin chest!

Liu Wuyai turned her head away, closing her eyes tightly.

The two people before her seemed so close—her father, her lover—yet now they felt so foreign! Her father knew martial arts, and was suspected of murdering an entire family! Could it be that her weak, aged, and confused father was just an illusion?! A mask he had used to deceive her and her mother for eighteen years?!

Liu Xihu dodged the longsword, the wind slicing through a section of his sleeve. Fang Duxue let out a low shout, her longsword slicing diagonally across his back!

And him? That man whose name she still didn't know, that arrogant, domineering, yet scarred man. He was a true stranger now. But… why did she deep down hope to soothe the pain in those dark eyes, to embrace his cold, sharp heart?

She suddenly felt a deep weariness. She had never witnessed such a feud in her life, and this was her first encounter with one. Both sides were people she should care about, yet she felt no fear or worry, only an indescribable exhaustion.

"Stop!" A loud shout rang out, and hurried footsteps approached. Three people stepped forward.

Liu Xihu immediately stopped, but Fang Duxue ignored him, still thrusting her sword at him.

"Xue'er! Stop!" the voice cried again, and one of them leaped up, trying to disarm him!

Fang Duxue, caught up in the heat of battle, used the unparalleled lightness skill of the Phantom Shadow Sect, and also leaped into the air, arriving before the other man, more than ten feet above him, delivering a head-on sword strike!

Seeing the cold glint of the sword, the man knew he couldn't dodge it. In desperation, he exhaled and fell to the ground, rolling once. With a soft "swoosh," the sword pierced the ground, narrowly missing his temple.

A woman's voice cried out in alarm.

Fang Duxue, sword raised to strike, froze at the sound.

Was it her? No, it wasn't her. But the voice was so familiar… why so familiar…

He involuntarily stopped his movements and turned to look.

Upon seeing it, his sword slipped from his grasp and clattered to the ground.

A man and a woman stood before him.

Even if he wanted to deny that the boy was his brother, the woman's face was one he hadn't forgotten for a moment in the past twenty-two years—the face of his mother who had been killed while shielding him from an attack!

Though wrinkles and gray hair had appeared, the bond between mother and son was undeniable; he had no doubt about his own perception!

"Xue'er!" Madam Fang stepped forward, supporting Fang Xiaotian's shoulder, her eyes brimming with tears, her heart overflowing with longing for her son, unable to find the words to express her grief.

Fang Duxue stared blankly at her, his lips trembling. In a flash, he looked at the person Liu Xihu had helped up—his memories before the age of six were exceptionally clear, honed by twenty-two years of hatred—that was his father, Fang Erxia Fang Qing, the man he had woken up crying countless times just to no longer be called "father"!

Fang Qing seemed completely unconcerned that his son had almost killed him. He dusted himself off, thanked his old friend for his help, turned back, and looked at Fang Duxue with loving eyes, saying with deep emotion, "Call me Mother! Xue'er, what your Uncle Liu said is true! Your mother has missed you so much!"

Fang Duxue's throat bobbed, his eyes blank and vacant, unable to utter the word "Mother" no matter what.

He looked around, and the three faces connected to him by blood were terrifyingly unfamiliar. He numbly met their gazes one by one, each pair of dark eyes filling him with helplessness and fear—he no longer seemed to be the highly skilled, aloof, and solitary Fang Duxue, but had become that six-year-old, weak, and helpless child again.

"Xue'er! Twenty-two years have passed, and Mother has finally seen you again!" Madam Fang approached him tremblingly, stroking his cheek: "My Xue'er is doing well, you haven't let everyone down. You defeated your Uncle Liu, and just now you defeated your father. For your age, this is an extraordinary achievement!"

Fang Duxue numbly felt the warmth of "Mother's" affection. In a glance, Liu Xihu stroked his beard and smiled, while Fang Qing's face was filled with pride.

"In your hearts, is martial arts enough to represent everything?!" Liu Wuyai's gentle yet firm voice suddenly rang out. Fang Duxue trembled and turned to look, only to see her slowly approaching, blocking his way.

"Wuya, what are you doing?!"

Liu Wuya pursed her cherry lips, her beautiful eyes gleaming as she stared intently at the crowd before her.

"You've trained a child in the grave of hatred to develop martial arts skills? Uncle Fang, are you really proud of that?!"

Liu Xihu's face darkened. "Wuya, shut up!"

"Wuya won't shut up! Aunt Fang, you are his mother. You love your child, but isn't your love meant to bring him happiness? Don't you understand that your actions might ruin his life?!"

Fang Qing stepped forward, wondering what had gotten into this usually gentle and delicate woman. Since she already considered her daughter-in-law, she didn't need to consider her old friend's feelings and shouted in a deep voice, "Wuya! Your uncle's affairs are none of your business. Your father and I will handle it ourselves. Get out of here!"

Liu Wuya ignored her and instead looked up at him directly. "Uncle Fang, have you never thought about how much suffering a child filled with hatred would endure in twenty-two years, such a long time... How could you be so heartless? How could you do something so selfish?!"

"Shut up!" Fang Qing was a great swordsman in his youth and is now a wealthy and powerful man. Who would dare to speak to him like that? Enraged, his old face flushed with fury, and he slapped her across the face!

Liu Wuyai took a step back in shock. A hand reached out from behind and firmly clamped down on the slap.

Fang Qing's eyes flashed with fierce power as she glared at the offender, but she met Fang Duxue's cold, piercing eyes and felt a chill run down her spine. The bewildered and pained expression vanished without a trace. In an instant, Fang Duxue was back—the cold, arrogant, and disdainful Fang Duxue. "Insolence! Xue'er, you... I am your father!"

Fang Duxue glanced at him coldly, disdainfully dismissive, and shook off his hand.

"Father?! In my twenty-two years in Phantom Valley, the most useful thing I learned was that there are no gods in this world. Everyone's fate is in their own hands, and no one can presume to be a god and manipulate them! You are my father, and I have already repaid my debt to you in these twenty-two years. If you dare to touch her, even if I am your son, I will kill you!"

"Xue'er! You've gone mad!"

"Xue'er..." Madam Fang staggered back a step. Her beloved son's expression was too resolute. Could it be that he really couldn't forgive his parents' scheme? No, it couldn't be...

Liu Wuyai lowered his eyelashes, afraid that the pain of his frail mother would soften his heart, but he really couldn't forgive the actions of these "elders." A tightness gripped his waist as Fang Duxue's strong arms encircled him, and her soft body nestled back into her firm and warm embrace.

"Big brother!" Fang Xiaotian, who hadn't spoken until now, suddenly shouted in a deep voice, his young and handsome face darkening as he looked at his brother, whom he had never seen before.

"Wuya is my fiancée!"

Liu Wuya looked up at him in alarm, her usually playful black eyes flashing with an unprecedented unwavering determination. She moved her lips, unable to speak.

Fang Duxue stared coldly at him, his gaze fixed on those similar black eyes, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips.

"From now on, no. She will only be my wife."

Fang Xiaotian's long eyebrows twitched, his expression shifting between light and shadow. The two stared at each other for a long time before Fang Xiaotian glanced down at his fiancée, who was leaning against his elder brother.

"Wuya?"

Liu Wuya dared not look him in the eye, her slender hand quietly covering the large hand encircling her waist, warming the sudden chill.

"I'm sorry… I'm with him."

She was everything to him now; she couldn't abandon him. Today, if the truth were revealed and he wasn't there, if he didn't have this person he couldn't bear to part with, what would this extreme man do…? She dared not imagine!

Her voice was soft, as gentle as her eighteen years of nature, yet Fang Xiaotian seemed struck a heavy blow, his face instantly turning ashen. He steadied himself, looked up at his elder brother again, and nodded slightly.

"I'm your brother?"

Fang Duxue looked at him thoughtfully, nodding.

Fang Xiaotian suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, ignoring his parents' urgent calls, turning and walking away.

In the distance, his clear, choked-up singing could be heard.

"Last year in January, the flower market was a picture of lanterns. The moon rose above the willow branches, and we made our rendezvous after dusk. This year in January, the moon and lanterns are still the same, but the person from last year is gone…"

The song abruptly stopped, and the garden fell silent again, as still as night.

Liu Wuyai sobbed softly, burying his face in front of Fang Duxue.

Fang Duxue's sharp eyes swept over everyone in the garden, and those who were about to speak were all silenced by his gaze.

He looked at Liu Xihu: "I'm taking her away."

Liu Xihu looked at his daughter, but she turned her head away. He smiled bitterly, stroking his sparse, white beard.

"Can this old man stop me?"

Fang Duxue coldly grinned, his smile sharp and mocking.

Suddenly, a crane soared into the sky, its white robes fluttering in the wind. The white shadow flashed in the night, disappearing swiftly dozens of feet away.

"What lightness skill, what lightness skill," Liu Xihu said dejectedly. His straight back bent again, and he quickly returned to being the hunched, decrepit old man he once was. His once bright and sharp eyes had become cloudy and bloodshot.

Over the years, he had been exhausted from hiding from the "Phantom Old Man," and the chivalrous spirit of his youth had long since vanished.

Fang Qing glared at her old friend. What time is it to still be talking about this? "Brother Xihu, how could you let Wuya go with him?!

If you hadn't agreed, Wuya would have stayed, and Xue'er would have stayed for her sake too..." Liu Xihu gave a half-mocking smile. This father still hadn't seen what kind of person his son was. This young master, whom they had nurtured but who hated them so much, couldn't be dismissed with just a "no"!

Moreover,... Wuya... also...

Suddenly, a bare peach tree in the corner of the garden rustled. Except for Madam Fang, who was completely unaware, the other two looked over at the same time.

A slender figure in a light blue dress stood trembling on the treetop. Even in the darkness, a delicate and elegant face could still be seen.

"This humble woman is here on my master's orders to deliver a message to you two." Before anyone could ask, the woman spoke softly, "My master did not pursue the matter of twenty-two years ago, but that does not mean he will continue to be lenient towards you in the future. Fang Duxue is now a disciple of the Phantom Shadow Sect, and Liu Wuyai is his wife, so they are naturally also members of the Phantom Shadow Sect. If you two again go against their wishes and arbitrarily disturb them in the future, the Phantom Shadow Sect will never stand idly by."

The woman smiled gently, her slender hand brushing through her hair. Her appearance was more delicate than glamorous, yet every gesture she made exuded charm and allure.

"You two must have heard me well. My master's anger is not to be trifled with. I must also advise you two seniors: it's not difficult to acknowledge your son or daughter. Time is the best way to diminish hatred. In ten or twenty years, perhaps my sixth senior brother and sister-in-law will come to their senses. As for before that, it's best for you two seniors to continue waiting for the past twenty-two years. If you overstep your bounds, I won't need your master; I will be the first to make trouble for you. Although you two seniors have decades of experience, my Phantom Shadow Sect, being a heretical sect, has its own methods to dominate..."

A gust of wind came, and she flicked her sleeve with the wind. Something as fast as lightning, silver and gleaming, came straight for Fang Qing's face.

Fang Qing dared not catch it with her hand and dodged, only to see the object change direction, circling around and striking Liu Xihu's vest!

Liu Xihu, focused on rescuing his old friend, only noticed the approaching wind when he lunged forward and fell to the ground. Just then, the object fell silently, striking him squarely in a pressure point on his back!

Fang Qing was shocked and rushed to help her friend up. She looked up, ready to unleash a torrent of curses, but the moonlight was bright and the wind was still; the woman was nowhere to be seen!

Liu Xihu was also initially drenched in a cold sweat, but after a while, the wound felt neither painful nor itchy. He let go of Fang Qing's support and moved as usual; confusion replaced his panic. When he took off his outer garment to examine it, he found only a small hole, through which something shimmered and shimmered.

The two men exchanged a glance, their faces ashen.

It was a small, finger-sized glass fish, with a ring around its mouth—clearly a toy.

A shallow-water glass fish! The woman in the Phantom Sect, renowned for her mastery of hidden weapons, had a strange nickname whose origin remained unknown. Even more chilling was the fact that "Liuli" (琉璃) referred not only to her name but also to her exquisitely shrewd mind, no less impressive than her skill with hidden weapons!

This attack, seemingly childish, was enough to end his life with a casual gesture!

"Enough... enough..." Liu Xihu murmured, slowly walking out of the moon gate, his steps faltering, no longer resembling a chivalrous hero!

Fang Qing stared blankly at his old friend's hunched back, a sense of bewilderment washing over him. Turning back, he met his wife's tearful, distressed eyes.

He touched his wife, who stood frozen in place.

"Madam..."

Madam Fang turned around, dazed.

"Madam, let's go back to our room."

"...Where's Xue'er?"

"Gone..."

"Where's Xiaotian?"

"...Gone too..."

Madam Fang suddenly fell silent, standing there blankly, staring at her husband as if he were a stranger.

"You...who are you? My son is gone, who are you?"

Fang Qing took her arm, forcing back her grief, and whispered, "I'm the master."

"Master..."

"Yes. Madam, let's go back to our room..." A

heavy loneliness hung in the silent garden.

A gentle breeze blew, the moonlight was pale, casting the shadows of the two elderly people walking slowly, longer and longer...

and the loneliness grew longer and longer.

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