[FUN享][Lord Wei's Search for Beauty][xiaoxin0328][The End]

It is said that the martial arts master Jin Yong, in his old age, became senile. One day, upon waking, he suddenly had a whim and picked up his pen to revise his life's work of martial arts classics. "Flying Snow Shoots the White Deer, Smiling Proud Wanderer, Divine Eagle, and Jade Sword" were all rewritten. With a stroke of his pen, the world was transformed, the plots drastically altered, and the works were completely distorted.

Not to mention Wang Yuyan abandoning Duan Yu, causing him to become heartbroken and renounce the world, leaving the eight beauties in the palace to suffer a long and miserable old age, even the popular idol Wei Xiaobao was reduced to a life of poverty and destitution, with women leaving him one after another, ultimately leaving only Shuang'er. This stark contrast caused Wei Xiaobao to wail in despair, cursing the heavens for being blind and giving Jin Yong Parkinson's disease, driving him to madness!

That day, Jin Yong was engrossed in revising *The Deer and the Cauldron*, preparing to add insult to injury for the already impoverished Wei Xiaobao—by throwing him into prison and exiling him to the army on New Year's Eve of the Year of the Horse. Lord Wei couldn't sit still. Back in his day, he had been incredibly successful in the imperial palace and the martial arts world, navigating both the righteous and the wicked, amassing wealth and power. Even in dire straits, he seemed to have a stroke of luck, ultimately enjoying the bliss of having seven beauties sharing his life. He indulged in pleasures and revelry, living a carefree life that made the world envious enough to fill the East Sea. How could he possibly tolerate Jin Yong, this senile old man, making him impoverished and dying on the frontier, completely erasing his enviable fortune of having seven beauties by his side?

Risking being reborn as a pig in his next life, Wei Xiaobao transformed from the manuscript on Jin Yong's desk into human form and appeared beside the old Jin Yong, who was engrossed in writing. Holding a pig-slaughtering knife ("given by Xiaoping"), he kicked over the desk, panting heavily (he hadn't eaten a grain of rice for days), and cursed, "Damn it, Jin Yong, you old bastard who can't stand seeing others get rich and powerful! Everything I have, isn't it all earned through hard work and my brilliant mind? Why did you take the wrong brain-boosting supplement today and want to take it all back? If you don't explain yourself clearly today, I'll cut you into eighteen pieces!"

Jin Yong adjusted his glasses, looked at him, then took them off to wipe them, put them back on, and looked again. He saw that Wei Xiaobao was emaciated, disheveled, with a few withered straws in his hair, wearing tattered prison clothes, and covered in red, swollen pustules, some oozing pus and blood, others scabbed over and already festering. Jin Yong remained unmoved: "A rogue should have the fate of a rogue. What goes around comes around. So what if you have a green dragon on your left and a white tiger on your right? I also have an old ox at my waist. Who are

you trying to scare? Don't you think about who gave you what you once had? Don't you think about the despicable methods you used? Seizing gold and silver by force is a crime, and cheating and deceiving beautiful wives and concubines is a sin. How can that be considered hard-earned or laborious? And which of your wives truly and willingly followed you to the death...?" "Who says there weren't any? Shuang'er, A'ke, and the other seven—which one of them didn't I win over with all my scheming? After they came with me, they were like lovers who envied no immortals. Anyone with eyes could see that we were in love. Yet you tore us apart. Aren't you afraid of divine retribution? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning? Quickly, return all seven of my beautiful wives!" Wei Xiaobao ignored Jin Yong's nagging and immediately retorted.

Jin Yong chuckled dryly and said, "Be content. I at least left you Shuang'er. The rest are long gone, they've all been taken by some nymphs!"

"No way! Keep them all, not one less!"

"No way! Those who use underhanded methods can't be kept. Otherwise, everyone will follow your example, and what's the difference between that and robbery?" Jin Yong rolled his eyes.

"You old fool, you keep saying they're not sincere. 'You are not a fish, how can you know the fish's joy?' You understand the Zen meaning in that saying! Of course, it's something my wives taught me over a long time. They just wanted me to have some knowledge. Isn't that how they show their love for me?!" Wei Xiaobao revealed all the secrets he had kept hidden over the years.

Jin Yong never expected that this good-for-nothing, who previously only had a rudimentary understanding of the proverb "Four horses cannot catch up," would now actually know such a profound allusion as "The Fish Says." He paced back and forth a few times and said, "All these wives of yours were obtained using your tried-and-true method of 'making the rice cooked' (a euphemism for rapport). If you can prove that you can make a woman fall in love with you with a sincere heart, then everything will be back to normal! No underhanded tactics, no unreasonable demands, no tricks, just a genuine romance. If you succeed, I will be convinced. How about it?" "Deal!" Wei Xiaobao agreed immediately, fearing that Jin Yong would change his mind. But in his heart, he thought, "Isn't it just about romance? The essence of romance is talking, it's about using your words to coax a woman into bed with you. With my silver tongue, I refuse to believe I can't win over a girl."

"So I'm going back now? At least while I'm looking for a woman, you'd better make sure I'm well-fed and clothed. Looking like this, no woman would ever want me." Wei Xiaobao glared at Jin Yong with his small eyes, mentally slicing the old bastard into a thousand pieces.

Jin Yong, unperturbed, quickly wrote a few strokes on the manuscript, and Wei Xiaobao's sores were healed. His coarse blue robe fit him perfectly, and the few taels of silver in his pocket were enough to keep him fed and clothed for a while. "Is this alright?" Jin Yong asked.

Wei Xiaobao raised his hands, turned around, and seeing that he was fully healed and had silver in his pocket, he quickly leaped back into the book.

Jin Yong waved his hand to stop Wei Xiaobao: "You still want to go back to *The Deer and the Cauldron*? I think it's better to send you somewhere else, lest you get help from those cronies and everything changes. How about this, you can choose any of my novels except *The Deer and the Cauldron*. As long as you successfully seduce one of the named female protagonists in my other books, you win."

This old scoundrel, still playing these tricks on me, afraid that I won't use my own methods but will instead rely on external forces. Fine, I'll do whatever he wants. As long as I get it done, let's see what he has to say then.

Jin Yong quickly scribbled a few more strokes on the manuscript, and Wei Xiaobao suddenly had an object in his hand. Jin Yong said, "This is a teleportation talisman. With just a thought, you can travel to the side of the female protagonist you want to be in my novel. This will save you a lot of trouble. However, this teleportation talisman can only be used once a day. You can't use it multiple times a day!" "I know, enough nonsense. I, Wei Xiaobao, was born and raised in brothels. I've seen countless women. How could I not find one who truly cares for me? Be patient, I'll be right back. Don't back out then." Wei Xiaobao said impatiently.

"No back out."

Before Jin Yong could say anything more, Wei Xiaobao sent out a teleportation.

...

Before sending it out, Wei Xiaobao swiped an object from Jin Yong's bed. Snatching things was a natural habit of his. He had been eyeing this object for a long time. It was as thin as a cicada's wing, like a woman's skin, and looked like something a woman would wear. He didn't know that it was a pair of stockings that every modern woman wore. With this stroke of luck, stockings were introduced into Jin Yong's martial arts world. (With the flutter of a butterfly's wings, stockings have become an everyday item in Jin Yong's world!)

The first female lead Wei Xiaobao rushed towards was Huang Rong from *The Legend of the Condor Heroes* (let's all bow three times to Huang Rong, the female lead in Jin Yong's martial arts world who has been adapted by fanfiction and subjected to the most acts of sexual exploitation!). Wei Xiaobao didn't have high hopes for Huang Rong. As the wife of the national hero Guo Jing, the beloved daughter of Huang Yaoshi, and the leader of the Beggars' Sect, the largest gang in the world, her status was an insurmountable barrier for Wei Xiaobao. Why choose Huang Rong as his first choice? Wei Xiaobao wanted to do the impossible, to see the limits of his abilities, and then adjust his approach accordingly for future candidates, thus securing them all in one fell swoop. As the saying goes, "Put yourself in a desperate situation and you will survive!"

What made Wei Xiaobao so fearless was a crucial reason: he had a trump card. Along with the stockings he stole from Jin Yong's bed, he also took a copy of "Classic Love Quotes from Around the World" (did Jin Yong study this all the time?!). This book contained countless classic love quotes from throughout human history, including Marx's "To Jenny," and countless cheesy expressions of love from Qiong Yao's novels. "With this book in hand, I own the world!" Wei Xiaobao felt as if he stood atop Mount Tianshan, looking down upon all living beings. With this ultimate manual for capturing love, encountering any kind of love in the world would be a piece of cake. Wasn't I, Wei Xiaobao, an illiterate fool? (Actually, I still am a fool.)

(No way, it's necessary for the plot, I can read!) Today, I'll use the most cultured and poetic methods to seduce women until my hands are sore, let's see who dares to say I'm uncultured in the future. (Does this even need to be said?) (The world of words is wonderful, it has what should be there, and it also has what shouldn't be there. Don't delve too deeply into what is unreasonable!) Coincidentally, Wei Xiaobao was sent to the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, and the first time he saw Huang Rong was when she had just finished bathing . The bathroom was very large, and the stone-built bathtub was at least ten zhang in diameter. (Wei Xiaobao thought to himself: Even the Forbidden City can't find such a large bathtub, Jin Yong is really biased!)

Huang Rong got up from the bathtub, slowly dried her body with a towel, picked up a flesh-colored stocking (please forgive the author's bad habit!), raised one shapely leg, put one foot on the edge of the bathtub, rolled up the stocking and put it on her toes, slowly pulling and letting go, putting the stocking on her foot, putting on one foot and then the other. (Lord Wei sighed: What a pity, why weren't these the ones I have?)

Suddenly, a white light flashed beside Huang Rong, and Lord Wei appeared. Wei Xiaobao knelt on one knee, holding a rose (actually a Chinese rose!) high in his left hand, and recited affectionately: "Huang Rong, rejoice! You may be surprised:

why do all my poems have the same title, 'To Huang Rong'? Only you in this world are the source of my inspiration, the god of joy, the light of hope, illuminating the windows of my soul. From your name, I see your beautiful image. Huang Rong—these are two such strange words, it..." Every syllable was beautiful and melodious, like the clear and bright sound of a golden lyre, like a kind fairy in mythology, like the moon's shadow floating on a spring night, singing for me everywhere.

As Wei Xiaobao walked, he had already made up his mind that no matter what he was about to encounter, he must unconditionally offer up a poem adapted from Marx's "To Jenny"—holding a rose (actually a roadside rose!), he would recite the great revolutionary leader's work with deep emotion, killing gods and Buddhas alike, no matter how clever Huang Rong was, no matter how devoted she was to Guo Jing, the great banner of the proletariat would surely conquer her heart!

After finishing the recitation, Wei Xiaobao raised a deep gaze and shot it at Huang Rong. When he looked up, he saw Huang Rong wearing two flesh-colored stockings, her two jade-like and smooth stockinged legs standing up. At the base of her beautiful legs, there was a lush black forest, with curled black hairs hanging with crystal clear water droplets.

The distance was so close that Wei Xiaobao's nose almost touched her pubic hair. A drop of water slid down and landed on his nose, cool to the touch. Huang Rong trembled with anger, her trembling breasts revealing a stunningly beautiful face looking down at her. Wei Xiaobao sensed something was wrong. Before he could even admire the beauty before him, Huang Rong's hand transformed into five claws, and she roared, "Where did this lecherous thief come from, daring to spy on this lady? Take this Nine Yin White Bone Claw!" Seeing the danger, Wei Xiaobao immediately used his half-baked Divine Speed Transformation to dodge to the side, but he was still struck by the claw. Huang Rong's claw seemed to carry a high voltage of 100,000 volts, giving Wei Xiaobao a free spiky hairstyle. The little whip pointed straight up, revealing a complete skeleton beneath his translucent, electrified skin. Was this Nine Yin White Bone Claw some kind of electric divine skill? It felt pretty good, though; his penis was erect again. One more time and he'd ejaculate! Before Wei Xiaobao could even process what was happening, he rolled out of the bathhouse.

Unexpectedly, a deep male voice rang out from outside the door: "Rong'er, don't worry, I'm here! The Dragon Appears in the Field!" (No more nonsense, it was none other than the honest Guo Jing.)

Wei Xiaobao was horrified. Guo Jing, completely naked, swung his enormous hand at him. Between his legs, in a horse stance, a massive, dark penis as thick as an arm swayed rhythmically with his movements. Even

before it was erect, it was already so astonishing! Wait, so before Wei Xiaobao arrived, this couple had been taking a bath together! Upon seeing Guo Jing's enormous penis, Wei Xiaobao felt a pang of regret. With this divine whip, what woman would be willing to leave another man? So, the reason the cunning and eccentric Huang Rong was so devoted to the dull and simple-minded Guo Jing was because of this enormous penis! It's hateful that Jin Yong, that old scoundrel, didn't explicitly say so in the novel; wasn't that just asking for trouble? (Why won't you give me one?!)

Wei Xiaobao broke out in a cold sweat. In a daze, a flash of inspiration struck him. He used his Divine Speed to its fullest extent, barely dodging the edge of the giant palm. However, a tenth or a twelfth of the force of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms still swept over him. With a loud bang, a human-shaped hole was blasted into the bathroom wall. A mouthful of sweet blood welled up in Wei Xiaobao's mouth and nose, and he spat it out with a "plop." Before he could even catch his breath, Huang Rong's second Nine Yin White Bone Claw was already in front of him. Crackling electricity flashed between her jade claws as it headed straight for the top of his head.

Of all people to mess with, he had to mess with a couple taking a bath together. They say it's good to encounter naked people, but encountering a naked couple is like holding a funeral. To ruin someone's good deed is to be courting death. Dodge, dodge quickly... With a thought, Wei Xiaobao transformed into a white light and disappeared in front of Guo Jing and Huang Rong. The last image in his mind was—Huang Rong's dark and green genitals, and Guo Jing's dark and long testicles.

Wei Xiaobao was badly injured by Guo Jing's palm strike, vomiting blood like a woman with irregular menstruation. He staggered back to Jin Yong's side, then collapsed, clutching his chest, vomiting blood and convulsing…

(To be continued…)

Chapter Two: A Fierce Rewrite: The Unscrupulous Lord's Second Visit to the Palace

Several days later, when Wei Xiaobao awoke, he found Jin Yong smiling at him, a smile laced with coldness and blatant mockery.

Jin Yong stroked his "northern white rhinoceros"-like beard, a gloating expression on his face, and asked, "Lord Wei, are you fully recovered?"

Hearing that utterly disdainful "concern," Wei Xiaobao knew that Jin Yong must know he had seduced Huang Rong and returned barely alive, feeling victory was within his grasp, and that rewriting his ending was inevitable.

At this moment, in Xiao Bao's eyes, Jin Yong had transformed into Big Brother B, dressed in a grass skirt, twirling a red ribbon and dancing wildly, looking smugly beautiful! His expression seemed to tell Wei Xiao Bao that his revisions were absolutely correct, and that he should just accept his fate. He was born with the means to do what he was meant to do; like begets like. A

good-for-nothing like him was only fit to cheat and swindle his way through life. Everything he had gained had to be returned. His wife had left him, and he had been exiled to the army—that was retribution for his evil deeds. His tragic fate was meant to warn the world that becoming a pathetic nobody in the book, someone everyone could mock and ridicule, was the right path.

Thinking of this, Wei Xiaobao was consumed by rage, thinking to himself, "My life is my own, how I live in this world is up to me. They say even tigers don't eat their cubs, and it's only natural for a father to love his son. I say, Jin Lao'er, as a father, even if I don't become Yao Qingwei, I should at least be like Brother Tianyi! I want to be a rich second-generation! The tall, rich, and handsome kind!"

Lost in thought, Wei Xiaobao straightened up and, in a few swift movements, climbed a tree like a monkey. Stepping on the thin branches, he shouted wildly, "I stand on this high hill, my dad is Li Gang! My dad is Li Gang, you deserve it! All that is past, let's look to the truly remarkable figures, look to my dad Li Gang! My dad is Li Gang, a good wash makes you healthier... Not every glass of milk is Mengniu, not every dad is named Li Gang! If God could give me a second chance, I would say five words to that girl: 'My dad is Li Gang.' Searching for him a thousand times, suddenly turning around, there he is, my dad Li Gang." Two rabbits run side by side, how can you tell if my dad is Li Gang?! The world is full of vicissitudes, but my dad Li Gang will never grow old... I'm a rogue, who am I afraid of? With my dad Li Gang, even a rogue is not afraid! After venting his nonsensical rage, Wei Xiaobao looked down and exclaimed, "Huh? When did I catch a 'one-chicken'?" Jin Yong nearly got Parkinson's from fright, frozen in shock for a moment before muttering, "My friends and I were stunned!

Li Gang? I was still standing on a hill shouting that my mother is Meng Ge!"...

Wei Xiaobao glared angrily at Jin Yong. Even in this state, he was still trying to steal my mother?! If looks could be knives, they would have already slashed Jin Yong a thousand times over!

Jin Yong ignored Wei Xiaobao's angry gaze, turned sideways, and patted his mandarin jacket: "If you stop here, I promise you'll be safe and sound, and I'll even give you a few acres of land. You and Shuang'er can live a peaceful life in seclusion in the mountains! How about it?"

Seven beautiful wives! That's like a daily dose of pleasure from Monday to Sunday! Giving up any one of them would be the death of him. Everyone knows the different wonderful sensations of those seven beautiful holes! How could he just give them up? Would

n't his penis turn into a pitiful twisted rope? "No way!" Wei Xiaobao, in a display of his roguishness, flatly refused Jin Yong.

But deep down, he was genuinely afraid that Jin Yong would send him home, so he suppressed his anger. "Who gives up after just one failure! I'm as handsome as Pan An, a pear blossom overshadowing a crabapple! This is just the beginning. Giving up after one failure isn't my style. Persistence is a form of perseverance, and not giving up is an attitude. Isn't failure the mother of success? I'll fight again and again, and I believe I will succeed! We agreed before, I'll read any of your novels. I believe there must be a woman among them who likes me. I don't know who she is, but how can I find her if I don't try?"

"Tch, just as expected, a low-class scoundrel!" Jin Yong had a headache!

"Sure enough?

" "Sure enough!" "

Really?"

"Really!"

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"No!" "Damn

it!"

"Fuck!"

...

Wei Xiaobao secretly resolved, "I won't turn back until I hit a wall! I must win her over; happy days are beckoning, beckoning!"

However, we must learn from this. That old rascal Jin Yong hid many secrets in his novels. He didn't mention Guo Jing's large penis at all. What love? It's all bullshit! What love at first sight, love that grows over time? It's all rubbish! Girls love big dicks, that's the truth! If you're not having a good time in bed, no woman will be devoted to you. The book's saying that square faces hide big dicks is definitely true; Huang Rong definitely likes that thing! "If I had that…" *slap* A towel slapped Wei Xiaobao's face, interrupting his thoughts on ideals and life… "Wipe your drool. Be grateful. You're lucky this time, you only lost half your life. In my books, which protagonist isn't a peerless martial artist? With your meager skills, you probably couldn't even handle a village girl! Going there again would definitely mean certain death!

You have land but you don't cultivate it. Let me tell you, if you transmigrate into a book, you're really dead. Don't even think about the protagonist's halo. At most, I'll add a new grave for you in *The Deer and the Cauldron*! Don't blame me then." Jin Yong looked at Wei Xiaobao mockingly, his smile full of cunning.

"Really?"

"Really!

"

"Really?" "Really!"

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"No!"

"Damn!"

"Fuck!"

…

Wei Xiaobao hesitated. If he died while playing this transmigration game, what was the point? Without the protagonist's halo, how could he possibly thrive? Counting money until your hands are sore, chasing girls until your legs are numb—that's just wishful thinking! Is it worth risking your life for seven women? No, my life is more important. I'd better go home with Shuang'er and farm! No, I can't let that old bastard Jin Yong look down on me. I'm still angry; I can't let this old man off so easily.

Jin Yong saw Wei Xiaobao's hesitation, his pain, and his anger, and knew that this scoundrel valued his life more than anything! He chuckled and said, "I saw that terrifying scene you witnessed in the bathhouse in 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes' very clearly. Let me be frank with you: although I wrote the book, I'm not a savior. The rules of each book apply. In the martial arts world, everything is real. There are no gods, no protagonist's halo, no cheat codes. Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate! A steamed bun represents a bloody incident. As long as you're in the book, I absolutely cannot and will not interfere. Saving you is absolutely out of the question. An injury is a real injury, death is a real death. At most, I can guarantee that if you can return to reality, even if you're just barely alive, I'll save your life. But if you can't come back, then next year I'll burn an extra sheet of paper money at your grave!" "Two sheets, okay?" "

One!" "

Just two!"

"Half a sheet!"

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"No!"

"Damn!"

"Fuck!"

…

Wei Xiaobao feared for his life, yet couldn't bear to part with those seven beautiful orifices. After much deliberation and agonizing, his roguish spirit finally erupted. He steeled himself and declared, "I'll accept the consequences of my bet. Even if I lose my life, I'll accept it." "Good, that's good!" As expected, Jin Yong understood Wei Xiaobao's gambler's mentality perfectly

. He explained everything clearly to avoid future infamy. "Wait a minute! Old Jin Yong, you saw everything that happened to me in The Legend of the Condor Heroes, yet you couldn't interfere?" Wei Xiaobao sensed something was amiss.

"That's a must! A book is a monitor, a live broadcast, you know? 360-degree 7.1-channel surround sound, 3D holographic images! Brew a pot of tea, how short is life! This is my book, I can read it however I want, from any angle I wish. I just need to channel a wisp of my pen's spirit into you, and that's it! Understand? Because you possess the spirit of my pen, I can only watch, not interfere. You can jump around freely in the book, I can only observe! But however you want to jump, just be careful not to kill yourself, or I'll have no show to watch." Jin Yong's mustache twitched with pride. "Is

this some kind of monkey show? Am I performing a monkey show? The autumn wind carries tidings, the cool moon shines endlessly, my longing for you is like a year passing in a day! Why am I so unlucky..." Wei Xiaobao lamented.

"You're not happy? If you're not happy, then lean against the wall and go back to where you came from." Jin Yong rolled his eyes. So what if I'm messing with you?

Fine, there's nothing in common with this guy. Wei Xiaobao gritted his teeth: "You old bastard, you old scoundrel, you win. I admit it. Just wait and see the show. If I don't turn the world upside down, I'm not Lord Wei!" Jin Yong adopted a "let me do whatever I want, I'm in charge" attitude. In his novels, he was God; what was he afraid of, Wei Xiaobao?

"Are you going now?" Jin Yong asked.

Wei Xiaobao's eyes darted around several times. The bloody reality of Guo Jing and Huang Rong made him hesitant to act rashly. He had to learn from that lesson; he wouldn't fight a battle he wasn't sure of winning! Guo Jing, Huang Rong! He absolutely had to avenge them, and he would repay them double in due time. The time wasn't right yet; he'd better hold back. He told Jin Yong, "My bones are still a little sore, so I need to rest for a few more days." Jin Yong knew this guy was full of tricks and never told the truth, but he didn't expose him. He just told him to rest for as many days as he wanted and then ignored him.

After thinking for several days, Wei Xiaobao felt he had to finish something important before leaving.

Through his observations over the past few days, he discovered that Jin Yong had a habit: every day after lunch, he would drink a bottle of Brain Gold (a health supplement) and then sleep for a few hours. Only during this time were his martial arts manuscripts locked in his desk. At night, these manuscripts would be locked in a safe, and

Wei Xiaobao could only do what he needed to do while Jin Yong was napping. The thought of Brain Gold? Wei Xiaobao was certain that Jin Yong had lost his mind. If drinking such a horribly-tasting medicine worked, pigs would fly! He was getting more and more confused with age!

Wei Xiaobao had once stolen a bottle when Jin Yong wasn't looking. It had a strange taste, like the chicken he had eaten there—an indescribable and extremely unpalatable flavor. (Poor Lord Wei usually eats free-range chickens and ducks, and is fed bran and vegetables. He has no idea that there are such things as feed chickens and hormone-treated chickens in this world.)

He had no idea that modern people drink melamine-tainted milk, use gutter oil for cooking, add clenbuterol to pork, and dye and fumigate chili peppers with Sudan Red and sulfur... There's nothing they can't do! In this day and age, green food is a luxury. One day, after Jin Yong finished his afternoon nap and drank some Brain Gold, Wei Xiaobao rushed into Jin Yong's study. Using one of his three treasures—a dagger—he pried open the desk drawer, took out his copy of the manuscript of *The Deer and the Cauldron*, flipped to the page describing himself, and began to write. He added a few strokes in a roundabout way (Wei Xiaobao can write? Like a sow going to space! This is a novel, for plot purposes, please don't take it too seriously). He wrote furiously—"Wei Xiaobao, penis 1.8 feet long, testicles as thick as a cow or horse, scrotum like a goose egg, divine sexual organ, can last half a day without ejaculating, once enjoyed, unforgettable." After finishing the revision, fearing he would be discovered, Wei Xiaobao cut two blank lines from the manuscript, wiped his nose, carefully smeared the revised words, and sealed them properly. He poured a large cup of hot water from Jin Yong's large bowl and gently ironed the paper strip flat. After carefully examining it and finding no flaws, he put the manuscript back in its place. Jin Yong's eyesight was failing, so he probably wouldn't be able to see anything, hehe! Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him. He took out the manuscript of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, intending to directly modify Huang Rong's part and complete his task. However, upon touching the manuscript, he couldn't even open it, let alone modify it. He realized he could only modify his own world! Oh well, he had to go through it himself!

Wei Xiaobao finished tidying up his desk and planned to meet Huang Rong! He didn't want Jin Yong to wake up and discover that he had tampered with the book! Since he was already inside the book, the old man Jin Yong was helpless. He might as well strike while the iron was hot and make a quick escape! Making it a fait accompli was his specialty! "Act now, let that old bastard Jin Yong regret it! Sister Huang, I'm here! This time I'll make you feel like you're dying of pleasure! Hehe, what a dark cunt! Lord Wei, I like it..." Holding the manuscript of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," Lord Wei carefully searched for a dark and windy night. With a wolfish howl and a thought, a flash of white light appeared, and he entered the world of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" once again!

(To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next chapter.)

Chapter 3: A Dark and Windy Night for Murder - Xiao Bao's Huge Dick Teases Huang Rong

Upon entering the book, Wei Xiao Bao knew something was wrong. "Rip!" A loud sound came from his crotch as his pants were torn apart by his regressive penis, exposing his huge cock to the air! Utterly bizarre! He couldn't care less about anything else for the moment. With his long testicles exposed, he staggered into the Guo residence, found Huang Rong's room, moistened his middle finger with saliva, poked a small hole in a window, and peered into the room with a thieving eye.

As expected, darkness makes things easier. Under the dim light, on a large bed, a curtain half-covered a snow-white body—none other than Huang Rong. Huang Rong was kneeling, her hands behind her back, her beautiful legs clad in white stockings, her sexy buttocks raised high. Guo Jing, his muscular body exposed, was thrusting his large testicles in and out of Huang Rong's vagina with great fervor. The squelching sounds of his thrusting filled the air. The harder Guo Jing went in, the louder Huang Rong cried out, "Brother Jing, oh... oh... you're killing Rong'er... why are you so much more vigorous than usual just because I'm wearing stockings... oh... it's so big, Brother Jing, your thing is so long... Rong'er is going to be pierced through..."

Wei Xiaobao looked closely and realized that Guo Jing's penis was being used in Huang Rong's vagina through a black stocking. So that's how stockings could be used? Without realizing it, Wei Xiaobao also pulled out a black stocking from his pocket (he had taken it from Jin Yong when he left, and he had all sorts of colors), put it on his penis, and stroked it a couple of times. The smooth, silky stocking felt incredibly smooth and pleasurable, and his penis quickly became erect, feeling even harder than usual. This stocking was truly wonderful. Jin Yong, the old man, had such a taste for this. He was over eighty years old; I wonder how many times he could use it to get off a load?

Under the lamplight, Guo Jing grinned foolishly, ignoring Huang Rong's calls. He straddled Huang Rong's hips, assumed a horse stance, and thrust his long penis to its fullest extent, causing Huang Rong to twist and scream. When she turned her head to look at Guo Jing on top of her, Wei Xiaobao realized that Huang Rong's eyes were covered by two overlapping black strips of cloth, and her hands were bound with a red rope. With her eyes covered, how could she see anything?

These past few days, Wei Xiaobao had been staying in Jin Yong's room, idly flipping through a few books. He learned that this kind of blindfolded, bound play was called SM. Guo Jing was quite skilled at it; this honest man must have done it countless times before. Seeing Huang Rong's dark vulva dripping with lustful fluid, her toes practically pointing outwards, Wei Xiaobao was even more convinced of his judgment: to win over Huang Rong, he had to do it in bed.

Wei Xiaobao swallowed hard, staring at Huang Rong's fair skin on the bed. He wondered if it would be any different with a married woman. Just thinking about a married woman made Wei Xiaobao's heart pound, a strange thrill swirling within him. Today, he was going to take Huang Rong; Guo Jing was definitely going to wear that cuckold's horns!

No time to lose, he just needed to create an opportunity. Fishing in troubled waters was his forte. "Great Bull God, here I come!"

Immediately, Wei Xiaobao, wielding his large bird, darted around the mansion and set several fires. Taking advantage of the chaos, he knocked down several guards in the prison, and with his razor-sharp dagger, he sliced open the prison's lock, releasing all the prisoners. Soon, Guo Jing's mansion was in complete disarray, filled with cries for help and flames soaring into the sky.

Returning to Huang Rong's room, he saw Guo Jing hurriedly dressing, pulling up his trousers, grabbing one boot and slipping it on. Disheveled, he ran towards the door, saying to Huang Rong, who was still slumped on the bed, "Rong'er, wait a moment, I'll be right back!"

No sooner had Guo Jing left than Wei Xiaobao darted inside, returning shortly to the bedside. Huang Rong lay naked, half-hidden in a snow-white silk quilt. Her skin was like solidified cream, and the silk was as white as snow, the two complementing each other. Her half-exposed breasts rose and fell with her even breathing, one of her delicate breasts trembling outside the quilt, the rosy nipple erect, like a flower bud swaying in the night breeze. The cloth covering Huang Rong's eyes was still on, but she was already asleep. One of her jade legs, wrapped in white silk stockings, was open outside the quilt, and her pubic hair was covered with spots of semen. A stream of viscous white semen flowed from her secret place, hanging halfway in the center of her concave anus without dripping.

Wei Xiaobao's heart leaped into his throat. He had thought Huang Rong, as described by Jin Yong, was clever but lacked sex appeal, but seeing her in person, he was an absolute stunner, breathtakingly beautiful. Wei Xiaobao quickly swallowed the drool that was practically dripping from his mouth, staring blankly. He quickly stripped off his clothes, leaving only the black stockings still covering his penis. He tugged at the lace top of the stockings, covering his two drooping testicles, and stroked his penis a couple of times. His dark penis was fully erect, as long as his arm, and looked quite menacing under the light. Wei Xiaobao,

with his penis erect, untied the red rope from Huang Rong's hands, took several sets of steel shackles he had taken from the prison, put them on Huang Rong's hands and feet, and wrapped the long chains around two thick pillars in the room. This was a chivalrous woman who could take his life at any moment; caution was paramount, and he had to be fully prepared.

With everything prepared, Xiao Bao pulled back the brocade quilt and pounced on Huang Rong on the bed. Her fragrant body filled him with pleasure, and his penis stood erect. In her dazed state, Huang Rong murmured, "Brother Jing, why did you come back so quickly... You're back and you're going to do this to me again? You're so naughty."

Wei Xiao Bao didn't answer. Just now, he watched Guo Jing do this to Huang Rong. Guo Jing hadn't uttered a word, just kept going at it like a madman. It seemed that this couple was like this in bed all the time, one silently fucking hard, and the other screaming so loudly that the roof was about to be blown off.

Wei Xiaobao took Huang Rong's left nipple into his mouth, the fleshy texture making him gasp with pleasure. He wiped Huang Rong's genitals with the blanket, found the entrance to her secret place, and forcefully thrust his thick, hard penis through her labia, making Huang Rong's whole body arch and her mouth form a bright red "O" shape. She gasped, "How come it's gotten even thicker and longer after I was gone for so long?" Huang Rong exclaimed between breaths.

Wei Xiaobao, somewhat impatient, thrust faster and faster, as if he couldn't relieve his pent-up desire without doing so. Huang Rong's vagina was indeed very tight.

Huang Rong's two jade-like legs, clad in white stockings, were draped over Wei Xiaobao's shoulders, the chains around her ankles clanging. Her moans of "Ah ah" were disrupted by Wei Xiaobao's increasingly forceful thrusts, turning into low groans. Her perfect body trembled incessantly, her white-stockinged toes sometimes tucked in, sometimes stretched out sharply.

Wei Xiaobao held Huang Rong's legs, thrusting his hips rapidly, as fast as he could. He'd never been this energetic with his own wife. Fuck someone else's wife—it was exhilarating! The sensation was indescribable, especially with such an alluring beauty beneath him. How many men could truly possess such a woman?

Thrust and thrust, thrust and thrust, Wei Xiaobao's spirits rose with each thrust, the continuous pleasure becoming more and more exhilarating. "Damn it," he thought, "Guo Jing's wife is really resilient. Even after half a day of this, the flow of fluid hasn't stopped. The tops of her lace stockings are soaked, dripping onto my scrotum." Wei Xiaobao was full of praise for Huang Rong's beautiful vagina. "

If I'm going to take revenge, I'll do it hard," he thought, "otherwise I'll have to live with this." After a fierce assault, as Huang Rong's legs twitched, lost in a daze of orgasm, Wei Xiaobao withdrew his long penis. Without any lubrication, with a soft "plop," his thick penis forced its way into Huang Rong's anus, penetrating deeply. Huang Rong cried out desperately, "Brother Jing, Brother Jing, you've put it in the wrong hole! You've put it in the wrong hole! You've never done that before! Why are you putting it there... um... um... this..." "This...this is even possible?"

Wei Xiaobao thought viciously, "Wrong ass, my foot! I'm going to fuck your asshole and pound your chrysanthemum!" He continued, "This asshole definitely hasn't been touched by Guo Jing yet. I wonder if Guo Jing deflowered her in the front, but today I, Wei Xiaobao, have taken her virginity. In this kind of hole-playing, I, Wei Xiaobao, can be considered her husband's equal, right? Damn it, I came with a devout heart, but you want to kill me. If I don't fuck you to death, I, Wei Xiaobao, have lived in vain."

The tight anal hole became increasingly lubricated, and Wei Xiaobao's thrusts widened it further. His thick penis almost burst open Huang Rong's buttocks. Even though a small portion of his overly thick and long penis couldn't penetrate, the gripping sensation still intensely stimulated Wei Xiaobao, giving every nerve an unprecedented level of satisfaction.

Wei Xiaobao thrust into Huang Rong's anus with increasing ferocity, while Huang Rong, holding onto two chains, hoisted herself up, her cries of pleasure never ceasing. "This...this...ow ...

…Aww…you damned Jing-gege…I’m going to die…I’m going to die…you’re still inserting…still inserting…inserting…aww…aww…I’m dying…I’m dying, really dying…” Suddenly, Huang Rong couldn’t catch her breath, her legs trembled, her whole body convulsed, she clenched her teeth, her lower body collapsed, and a string of clear liquid suddenly shot out from her vagina. Huang Rong had urinated, Huang Rong had been made to urinate by Wei Xiaobao, the urine stream was tighter and tighter, spraying and spraying, the incontinent urine sprayed again and again, the first stream of liquid shot very high, making Wei Xiaobao… He was drenched in urine, and the room was filled with a lingering stench. Huang Rong's urine was truly foul.

Wei Xiaobao felt a surge of heat run down his spine, his ejaculation overwhelmed him, and an even stronger surge of heat flowed through his long penis. Wei Xiaobao yanked out his penis, along with the black stockings covering it, and shoved it into Huang Rong's still-breathing mouth. The timing was perfect; before Huang Rong could react, a thick, heavy stream of semen shot into her mouth, filling it completely. The sheer volume of semen made Huang Rong choke. A cough escaped her lips, and the semen she almost coughed up was forcefully pushed back down by Wei Xiaobao's thick, fist-like glans. Huang Rong's thick, sexy red lips tightly closed around Wei Xiaobao's fierce, pointed glans, and a mouthful of semen was forced down her throat, being pushed and swallowed.

When Wei Xiaobao withdrew his penis from Huang Rong's mouth, he pulled down his black stockings and put them inside her mouth. He then stuffed the lace top of the stockings, which was hanging outside her mouth, into her mouth as well. Huang Rong bit down on the full wad of black stockings, as if savoring it. Suddenly, she spat out the stockings and cried out. "Ah—you're not Brother Jing! His doesn't taste like this! Who are you?"

Huang Rong's furious voice startled Wei Xiaobao. He knew he'd been exposed and silently finished dressing on the ground. Huang Rong yanked the chains, making a loud swishing sound. She knew she was locked up and was extremely angry. She used the internal energy of the Nine Yin Manual to its fullest extent, spitting out a mouthful of hot blood. The force contained in the blood instantly broke the chains binding her limbs. She ripped off the black cloth covering her face and saw that the person in front of her was none other than the lecherous thief who had ruined her and her husband's time in the bathhouse the other day.

Huang Rong was filled with shame and embarrassment. She was ashamed that she had been taken by someone who wasn't her husband, and angry that she had actually moaned with such pleasure. She had never felt this good in bed with her husband. A surge of anger and shame rushed to her head, and she coughed up another mouthful of blood. Looking at the strange, lewd man before her, she wondered what grudge she had against him to be defiled by this unknown man. The thought that she had not only been violated in the place her husband frequented, but had also been humiliated by having her anus violated, caused the third, fourth, and nth mouthful of blood to finally erupt uncontrollably...

Wei Xiaobao stared dumbfounded at Huang Rong, who was coughing up blood incessantly. He thought, "How can Huang Rong's body be so delicate? She coughs up blood incessantly after her anus is violated. Will she suddenly die? If so, the story of Jin Yong's Legend of the Condor Heroes will have to be rewritten." Huang Rong died suddenly on a certain day of a certain year, coughing up blood. The cause of death is unknown and awaits investigation...

"You lecherous scoundrel, prepare to die!" Huang Rong suddenly roared, unleashing a powerful Nine Yin White Bone Claw strike, crackling with blue electricity, aimed at Wei Xiaobao's head.

Wei Xiaobao's scalp tingled. He'd been thoroughly enjoying himself in bed, thinking that his pleasure would win Huang Rong's heart and make her devoted to him. But who knew she'd turn on him so quickly and try to kill him? Didn't that Zhang guy say, "The passage to a woman's soul is her vagina"? Damn that old bitch! Who said women become devoted after sex? It's all bullshit! Turning her back on you is the truth; a vagina's pleasure doesn't define a penis!

(Zhang guy smiles smugly, "Come on, handsome, you've been celibate for so long!") Wei Xiaobao knew he couldn't dodge Huang Rong's full-force Nine Yin White Bone Claw. Since he'd already avenged himself, there was no hope of winning Huang Rong's heart. Huang Rong wasn't his type! Now was the time to escape!

"Zhang Moumou, you son of a bitch! I'm outta here!" Suddenly, Wei Xiaobao transformed into a ball of white light and vanished into thin air. Hundreds of claw shadows swept across, smashing a huge crater into the floor where Wei Xiaobao had stood, leveling half the house. Amidst the crashing rubble and a cloud of dust, a naked, beautiful figure stood, her white stockings stained gray by the dust. Huang Rong, her face filled with desolation, coughed up another mouthful of blood. She could no longer support herself and collapsed amidst the rubble, gazing at the vanished Wei Xiaobao, unsure whether to feel hatred or love.

Several days later, after a period of seclusion and reflection, Wei Xiaobao finally cleared his mind, banishing the shadows from his heart. Without a trace of regret, he went to see Jin Yong.

Jin Yong looked at Xiaobao before him, chuckled, and said nothing. With a wave of his hand, he opened several books, and the images within gradually became clear—one: a slender, jade-like hand lifted the curtain, and a young girl entered. The young girl, draped in a light, white, gauze-like robe, seemed to be shrouded in mist and smoke. She appeared to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. Except for her black hair, her entire body was snow-white, her face exquisitely beautiful, though her skin lacked color, making her appear unusually pale. This girl was elegant and refined, almost blindingly so, yet her expression was cold and indifferent, truly as pure as ice and snow, and as cold as ice and snow. It was impossible to tell whether she was happy, angry, sad, or joyful.

Secondly: A beautiful woman in palace attire, holding a long sword. Although this woman possessed graceful bearing, she seemed not to be alive, but rather a jade statue carved from white jade. This jade statue was the same size as a living person, her pale yellow silk robe trembling slightly; even more remarkable were her pair of bright, sparkling eyes, full of life. The pupils were carved from black gemstones, appearing deeper the more one looked at them, with a subtle, ever-changing light within. The reason this jade statue seemed so lifelike was primarily due to the lively light in her eyes.

The jade statue's face, with its white jade patterns, faintly revealed a rosy hue, making it indistinguishable from ordinary human skin. Looking at the statue, one's gaze seemed to follow it, as if it came alive. The expression in its eyes was inscrutable, a mixture of joy and sorrow, a deep and abiding affection.

Aside from the difference in clothing, the girl's face shape, eyes, nose, lips, ears, skin tone, figure, hands, and feet were all identical, as if the jade statue had been brought to life.

Thirdly: The newcomer was a beautiful young woman. She wore purple, had a slender figure, and was the woman riding the white horse encountered on the road. She carried a bundle on her back—wasn't it the one she had lost at the inn? She had an oval face, long, slender eyebrows, and although her skin was slightly dark, it couldn't conceal her beautiful figure and radiant beauty.

Fourthly: The young gentleman was exceptionally handsome, with bright, clear eyes. His folding fan had a white jade handle, and his hand holding the handle was so white it was indistinguishable from the handle itself.

This young lady was originally a woman. She drank her wine in one gulp, displaying great boldness. With each dish served, she was always the first to grab a bite, her face flushed, slightly intoxicated, her beauty enhanced. While beauties are typically either gentle and refined or alluring and charming, this young lady possessed a striking beauty, along with a touch of heroic spirit and boldness. At the same time, she was dignified and elegant, exuding a dignified air that commanded respect and prevented one from looking directly at her.

Fifthly: In the clear stream, two reflections appeared. A young girl was clutching her vest.

The girl's soft body and the feeling of her long hair brushing against her face caused her a moment of bewilderment.

Looking at the reflection in the water, she saw half of the girl's face, her eyes closed, her eyelashes very long. Although the reflection was indistinct, her beauty was undeniable; she was clearly seventeen or eighteen years old. Seeing her beautiful face in the clear stream was like being in a fairyland.

Sixth: ...

Thirteenth: ...

"They're all beauties!" Unbeknownst to him, several streams of water had already trickled down Wei Xiaobao's lips. He was already secretly comparing which one had bigger breasts, which one had prettier legs!

Wei Xiaobao's lewd appearance greatly displeased Jin Yong. He then spoke up to wake the still-delusional Wei Xiaobao: "Wipe your drool, or the water meter will be checked!"

"Ah, no, didn't we just pay the water bill?" Wei Xiaobao blurted out.

...

Looking at the dozen or so beautiful figures before him, Wei Xiaobao was momentarily at a loss. He scratched his head, thinking, "Too few cunts and my dick isn't satisfying, too many cunts and my dick is even less satisfying? Which one

should I fuck? I'll fuck that god..." "Can we fuck them all together?"

"No!

" "Really

?" "Really

!" "Really!"

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"No!"

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

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