Ten Scenery Satin 21-40

This post was last edited by icemen00 on 2014-10-3 05:22. 　　Ten Scenes of Silk (
Twenty-One)

=== ... 　　Hearing this, Xiao Murong was both shy and delighted, and whispered, "Big brother, when did you arrive?" The man snorted and said, "Not early, not early! When I arrived, you hadn't even taken off your clothes yet." Xiao Murong blushed and hurriedly exclaimed, "Big brother, were you peeking from the side?" The man said, "Nonsense, do you think I would personally get involved? What could I do to my own sister? Hehe, this kid..." Two cold, sharp eyes shot towards Wen Yuan like arrows, sizing him up. 　　Little Murong, still blushing, held Wen Yuan's hand and whispered, "This is my elder brother, Murong Xiu. In the martial arts world, he's called Big Murong." Wen Yuan smiled and said, "So you're Brother Murong. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Wen Yuan." 　　Murong Xiu stamped his foot and shouted, "Little sister, you're really being unreasonable! How can you just casually tell others your elder brother's name like that?" Little Murong raised her eyebrows and laughed, "He's not an outsider. He knows my name, so why can't I say yours?" Murong Xiu sneered, "Fine, so you want this kid to be my brother-in-law , is that it?" Murong's eyes darted around, his heart pounding. He whispered, "Big brother, will you allow it?" 　　Murong Xiu glanced at Wen Yuan and sneered, "Kid, you've got some skills. You've managed to tame my sister so well. Hehe!" Wen Yuan replied, "You flatter me." 　　Suddenly, Murong Xiu's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He shouted, "Kid! You want my sister? Not so easy !" With a clang, Murong Xiu's sword flashed, and he flew forward. His green robe billowed in the wind, like an eagle or a falcon. His smile was wild. In that instant, two streaks of green light slashed horizontally and vertically, reaching half a foot in front of Wen Yuan. Little Murong cried out, "Big Brother!" 　　Wen Yuan was shocked, never expecting him to be so ruthless. He knew that if he hesitated even slightly, he would be cut into four pieces by Murong Xiu's two swift sword strikes. His heart pounded like lightning. He took a step back and drew his longsword. With two loud clangs, Murong Xiu two lightning-fast sword strikes were simultaneously blocked. 　　Wen Yuan had just taken up his sword and hastily responded. Although he barely managed to block the attack, his palms were burning from the impact, and his tiger's mouth almost cracked. He was shocked: "This big Murong's internal strength is incomparably powerful, far more powerful than Xiao Yin's !" 　　Murong Xiu, having missed with his two sword strikes, cursed angrily: "You brat, you're still alive!" He then unleashed four sword strikes in quick succession, two vertical and two horizontal, transforming the cross sword into a well-shaped sword, flashing with blue light, exuding a chilling aura, and fiercely powerful. Wen Yuan was startled. He used the Compass Sword technique, seeing clearly the attack, and thrust his longsword in four directions, using the tip to meet the blade's edge with perfect accuracy, deflecting all four of Murong Xiu's sword strikes at once. 　　Murong Xiu laughed loudly, his sword momentum unabated, his sword path expanding. Suddenly, he unleashed three sword strikes vertically and three horizontally, transforming the grid pattern into a field pattern, six sword beams blocking Wen Yuan's upper and lower paths. Four swords blocked from the outside, while two attacked from the inside, ruthless and flawless . Wen Yuan struggled to parry, and seeing that he couldn't deflect the lower sword strike, Little Murong swung his short sword to the side, deflecting Murong Xiu's attack. He cried out urgently, "Brother, you can't kill him!" 　　Murong Xiu laughed loudly, saying, "If he can't withstand a few minor tricks how can he be worthy of being my brother-in-law? If he can't withstand them, his death is no pity! Little sister, get out of the way!" As soon as he finished speaking , a green shadow flashed, and he had already drawn his sword again. 　　Provoked by him, Wen Yuan also felt a surge of competitive spirit. Calming his mind, he said, "Xiao Yin, don't help me, do n't worry!" Little Murong said anxiously, "No, my brother's swordsmanship..." Before he could finish his sentence , Murong Xiu's green sword flashed, unleashing a "工" (gong) sword technique. He slashed horizontally at Wen Yuan with his left hand, forced Little Murong aside with his right, and then struck down, separating the two on opposite sides of the sword light. He coldly laughed, "Little sister, don't interfere! " The sword returned, accompanied by a continuous crackling sound—the sound of the blade cutting through the air . The power of the "Great Vertical and Horizontal Sword Technique" was truly extraordinary. 　　Wen Yuan focused his mind on his dantian, only to see a dazzling display of green light before his eyes. He thought, " Breaking his sword path move by move is beyond my current skill, and I'm not as fast as his sword either. But I can use the Guide to exploit his weaknesses." He immediately aimed at the spot where Murong Xiu's sword light hadn't reached, and thrust out his sword with powerful, steady force. 　　Murong Xiu let out an "Oh," seemingly surprised, and had to slightly restrain his sharpness, dodging the attack by turning to the side . He sneered, "Very good, very good! Not many can launch a renewed attack under the pressure of my swordsmanship." With that he roared, his sword tip trailing wisps of green smoke. He slashed to the right, down, left, and up, the four swords forming a square, precisely blocking Wen Yuan's central palace. If it struck, his limbs would be severed, his head would remain on his neck, and only his torso would remain . 　　Wen Yuan Sword concentrated its true power. Seeing that although the "mouth-shaped sword" sealed the outer gate, the central gate was wide open, revealing its weakness , he immediately pierced through the four-sided sword square, aiming directly for Murong Xiu's chest and abdomen. Suddenly, Murong Xiu's face twisted into a sinister grin, and he said in a deep voice, "Boy, you're going to lose an arm!" In an instant, Murong Xiu's sword path reversed, going down right, up left, and then drawing a square in the opposite direction of the previous four sword strikes, forming a "returning sword" pattern. The four sword strikes were dense and fast, trapping Wen Yuan's right arm in a dense encirclement, splattering four streams of blood. 　　This sudden turn of events was unbelievable. Wen Yuan was unaware of the unpredictable nature of Murong Xiu's sword techniques and was shocked by this sudden turn of events. In response, he immediately prepared a counter-attack, releasing his sword with his fingers and shooting it directly at Murong Xiu. He dared not move his arm, but his body smoothly moved backward, attacking Murong Xiu while also trying to protect his own arm. 　　Seeing the flying sword coming, Murong Xiu rolled up his right sleeve, still holding his own sword in his hand. However, he caught Wen Yuan's sword, the blade pressed against his arm. With the force of his attack, a series of "crackling" sounds rang out as he shattered the sword one after another. The sword strike, naturally, couldn't be used to its full potential, allowing Wen Yuan to escape. However, his sleeve was torn in four large slits, blood gushing from the wounds, but fortunately, he saved one arm. Wen Yuan was secretly shocked: "This Great Murong is truly ruthless." 　　From being trapped to escaping, the exchange was only a fleeting moment, yet Little Murong watched with trepidation, his sweating. Seeing Wen Yuan injured and his sword lost, he quickly stepped in front of him, crying out, "Big Brother!" 　　Murong Xiu flicked his sleeve, and with a series of clanging sounds, fragments of Wen Yuan's longsword fell to the ground, shattering into more than ten pieces.

Duan. Wen Yuan admired him inwardly, thinking, "Such profound internal strength. I wonder
how ?"

With a clang, Murong Xiu sheathed his sword and laughed, "Good! This sword-throwing move is a desperate move,
quite ruthless! Consider yourself lucky. I'll compensate you with this little sister!" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Thank you very much
!" Little Murong's face flushed red, her smile as delicate as a newly blooming flower. Without saying a word, she tore a strip of cloth from her sleeve and
bandaged Wen Yuan's wound.

Murong Xiu crossed his arms and, seeing the shy joy on Little Murong's face, said, "
Little sister, you really like this boy. Before, would you have bandaged someone's wounds? Just rubbing salt in them
would have been enough." Little Murong stuck out her tongue and laughed, "So what?"

Murong Xiu snorted and pointed at Wen Yuan, saying, "You brat, you're quite the ladies ' man.
My little sister, whom I've cared for for over ten years, is now yours. Don't be like you were just now, giving her only a half-hearted gesture. It's so unpleasant
." Wen Yuan and Little Murong blushed, not expecting him to bring this up. Little Murong cried out, "
Big brother , if you keep peeking at me...we...I'm not talking to you anymore!"

Murong Xiu said, "Hey, if I didn't tell you, you wouldn't know. Kid! Listen, when it comes to
dealing with , you can't be so slow and hesitant. You have to be like that sword strike just now, go all out,
and go all out..." Wen Yuan was speechless, thinking to himself, "Xiao Yin won't be able to handle it."
Little Murong was very embarrassed and threw herself into Wen Yuan's arms, saying in a coquettish voice, "Hey, don't listen to my big brother's nonsense, he
...he's the most shameless."

But then Murong Xiu laughed loudly, sat down at the offering table, "Alright, you've given me the cigarette code.
What . "Yes, I need your help to save a friend," Murong Xiu replied. Murong
Xiu frowned and asked, "Who?" Murong Xiu said, "Zi Yuan, the young lady from the Shuiyan Tower in Hangzhou. Brother, you should
know her, right?"

Wen Yuan was taken aback, half pleased and half worried. He thought to himself, "The two Murongs are famous throughout the martial arts world. Perhaps they really have a way to deal with
the Jingwei Prince's Mansion. But the elder Murong has a rather sinister aura, which is truly unsettling."

Murong Xiu recounted Zi Yuan's story from beginning to end, and also talked about Zhao Pingbo. Murong Xiu listened
, occasionally asking a few questions, and soon he had finished explaining everything. Murong Xiu snorted and said, "You want me
to find a way to prevent Zhao Pingbo from getting his hands on Ziyuan, right?" Little Murong laughed, "That's
not , it would be best if she could also leave Shuiyan Tower."

Murong Xiu scolded, "Little sister, who do you think your older brother is? I'm not as kind-hearted as you." He then
sneered at Wen Yuan, "Kid, you've got some nerve. You already have my sister, isn't that enough? You haven't even gotten the first one yet
, and you're already trying to steal her away?" Wen Yuan felt extremely embarrassed and didn't know how to respond, thinking to himself, "This man's
words are so aggressive.

" Murong laughed, "Brother, I'm not jealous at all, why are you so angry?" Murong Xiu then scolded
, "You silly girl, you don't even know how to keep a close eye on this boy. Hmph, why should I help her? Am I just killing time
? I won't help!"

Wen Yuan suddenly said, "Brother Murong, my desire to save Miss Ziyuan is not because of lust. Zhao Pingbo's
abusive behavior is already unforgivable; and Miss Ziyuan's plight is too tragic to bear.
Brother Murong possesses extraordinary skills; he must have a way to deal with Zhao Pingbo and save Miss Ziyuan. I humbly request your assistance." Murong Xiu...
He sneered, saying, "I don't need to bother with that."

Little Murong sighed, saying, "Brother, if you can't think of a way, there's nothing I can do. The Jingwei Prince's
Mansion is powerful; if you can't deal with it, I have nothing to say." Murong Xiu cursed, "Little girl
, don't talk nonsense. What is the Jingwei Prince's Mansion anyway? Dealing with that Zhao fellow isn't difficult at all." Wen Yuan
asked happily, "Brother Murong, are you willing to help?" Murong Xiu sneered repeatedly, saying, "No."

Little Murong's face hardened, saying, "Brother, are you going to help or not?" " If you really don't help, I
'll never talk to you again." Murong Xiu sneered, "You've used this trick since you were little, do you think I'm afraid
?" Little Murong snorted, turned to Wen Yuan and smiled, "Brother Wen, let's go!"

Wen Yuan was a little taken aback to hear her call him "Brother Wen" for the first time. Little Murong grabbed
his hand and laughed, "If we don't leave now, what will you say if your junior sister wakes up and doesn't see us?"
Wen Yuan thought it made sense and smiled, "That's right, let's go! But your brother..." Little Murong said with a grin,
"Never mind, let's go!"

Murong Xiu shouted, "Little sister, wait!" Little Murong ignored him and walked straight out. Murong Xiu rushed
ahead of the two, asking, "Little sister, how did the Iron Cloud Escort Agency's shipment go?" Little Murong pretended not to hear
, smiling at Wen Yuan, "Brother Wen, when we get back to the inn, you can't secretly do anything to me, or Hua-jia
's sister will see." Wen Yuan replied, "That's what I'm worried about." Little Murong laughed, "You should quickly explain it to her
. We've been fellow disciples for many years, she'll surely recover quickly, right?"

The two walked out of the temple shoulder to shoulder, completely ignoring Murong Xiu. Murong Xiu scolded, "You
brat , your brother is asking you a question!" But no matter how much he called out, Little Murong only talked and laughed with Wen Yuan
. Murong Xiu was furious, but then he suddenly thought, "Before, if she didn't talk to me, no one else would listen to her,
so naturally she couldn't help herself. Now that she has this boy, she probably won't care if she really doesn't talk to me
." He hesitated for a moment and called out, "Little sister, wait!" Little Murong ignored him and suddenly
kissed Wen Yuan on the cheek, looking at him with a smile. Wen Yuan chuckled inwardly, "This little girl knows how
to tease people, even her own brother." He happily played along, and the two of them ignored Murong Xiu.

Murong Xiu scolded, "You brat, do you really not want your older brother anymore?" But then he heard Little Murong and Wen Yuan's laughter
fading into the distance. Murong Xiu was furious. He smashed the dilapidated left temple door with a single blow, paced back and forth, and heard Little Murong's giggles
in the distance . He kicked down the right temple door as well, leaped after her, and shouted, "
You brat, I promised to help, so get back here!"

Little Murong heard him clearly, turned around, bowed gracefully, and said with a grin, "Big brother, thank you so much
! That's what you call being righteous and courageous, truly worthy of being my good big brother!" Murong Xiu cursed, "You
brat, you're getting more and more cunning! You've only just met this rascal, and you're already siding with him!" Wen Yuan cupped his hands and smiled,
"Thank you very much, Brother Murong. I will remember your great kindness." Murong Xiu spat and cursed,
"No need!"

Little Murong asked, "Brother, how do you plan to help?" Murong Xiu snorted and said, "
Come with me first. Kid, just wait. My sister and I will come to deal with that Zhao guy in three days.
" Wen Yuan said, "Okay." He glanced at Little Murong, who was also looking in his direction. Both of them were
reluctant just tasted love, and now they had to separate. Even though it was only for three days, it was hard to bear.

Seeing this, Murong Xiu said, "Kid, my sister won't be here for three days. If you can't stand it, then
take care of it yourself! After three days, I won't be able to stop you from doing whatever you want." Wen Yuan blushed and said, "
I won't ."

Murong Xiu strode forward and called out, "Little sister, come with me!" Little Murong looked at Wen Yuan with
tenderness and whispered, "I will definitely help you rescue Miss Ziyuan. Don't worry!" With that, she smiled sweetly and followed
Murong Xiu.

Wen Yuan watched Xiao Murong leave, thinking to himself, "With Xiao Yin gone, I'll be alone with my junior sister for three days. Although
my junior sister and Xiao Yin get along very well, can she accept this?" After pondering for a long time, he made up his mind to go and explain things to 　　Hua Xuan . Seeing that dawn was approaching in the east, he
quickly returned 　　to the inn. Ten Scenes of Silk (Twenty-Two) === ... Seeing that she seemed listless, Wen Yuan was puzzled. He walked over to her and asked, "Junior Sister, what's wrong?" Hua Xuan stood up, walked to the side, and whispered, " Senior Brother Wen, I'm leaving!" She then went to get her bundle. 　　Upon hearing this, Wen Yuan was greatly surprised and quickly went over to her, asking, "Junior Sister, what happened ?" Hua Xuan kept her lips tightly closed, shook her head, and picked up her bundle to leave. Wen Yuan stood in front of the door and asked , "Junior Sister?" 　　Hua Xuan said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Wen, we agreed to meet again in a year. I...I...I should go out and see the world on my own . I can't keep bothering you like this." Seeing that her expression was strange and that her words were not like what she usually said, Wen Yuan said gently, "Junior Sister, wouldn't it be safer for us to travel the world together ? It's too dangerous for a young girl like you. I am your senior brother. What's wrong with protecting you? " Hua Xuan lowered her head, her shoulders seemed to tremble slightly, and a few tears fell to the ground. 　　Wen Yuan was startled and gently patted Hua Xuan's shoulders, saying, "Junior Sister, why are you crying?" Hua Xuan wiped away her tears and stammered, "No...nothing..." Wen Yuan said softly, "Junior Sister, if something's bothering you, just say it. Why are you crying for no reason?" 　　Hua Xuan lowered her head and remained silent for a while before whispering, "Senior Brother Wen, where did you go with Sister ?" Wen Yuan blushed and stammered, "We...this..." Hua Xuan... Shaking her head, she sighed softly, "Forget it, I don't want to know. Senior Brother Wen, Sister Murong is a good person , you...you mustn't let her down. I'm here, and you're all so uncomfortable." 　　Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "You can tell that Miss Murong...she..." Hua Xuan whispered , "I know...she...she calls for you in her dreams." Wen Yuan said, "You too." As soon as he said this, he immediately regretted his slip of the tongue. Hua Xuan's face turned bright red, and she whispered, "Sister Murong told you?" Wen Yuan said, "I heard it myself." 　　Hua Xuan's heart pounded wildly, and she was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do. She hurriedly asked, "Senior Brother Wen, what...what did I say?" Wen Yuan stammered, "Well...it's nothing." He thought to himself, "I don't think I heard much. It was mostly just 'uh-huh' and 'ah-ah'." But he couldn't say that out loud, so he could only remain vague. 　　Hua Xuan whispered, "Senior Brother Wen, I... I don't want to compete with Sister Murong anymore. I'm leaving now, please move aside." Wen Yuan saw that there were still tears on her eyelashes, making her look pitiful. How could he bear it? He suddenly hugged Hua Xuan and whispered, "Junior Sister, do you like me very much?" 　　Even Wen Yuan didn't know how he dared to say these words. He felt that Hua Xuan should not wrong herself. He was suddenly full of courage and said the words that he would never say in normal times. Hua Xuan leaned against Wen Yuan's warm chest, blinked , and froze, her body seeming to heat up, her heart melting . She could only softly call out, "Senior Brother Wen!" 　　Wen Yuan looked into Hua Xuan's clear pupils, which held joy, bewilderment, shyness, and surprise, all the sorrow from before gone . They were like two crystals containing the night sky, pure and bright. A mix of emotions welled up in his heart . He thought, "Junior Sister is such a lovely girl! She wholeheartedly supports Xiao Yin, unaware that Xiao Yin was already willing to tolerate her. I should ask her first. If Junior Sister is unwilling, I cannot force her." Suddenly, a jolt went through him: "If Junior Sister really leaves me, can I bear it?" He recalled playing with Hua Xuan when they were young, looking at Hua Xuan's face. Those eyes were as bright and flawless as before, filled with admiration and affection, appearing incredibly innocent. 　　Wen Yuan gently raised his right hand and touched the corner of Hua Xuan's eye. Hua Xuan's heart fluttered, unsure whether to feel shy or happy , and she unconsciously closed her eyes. Wen Yuan tenderly touched Hua Xuan's curved eyelashes with his fingers, wiping away her tears . Hua Xuan's eyelids trembled slightly, feeling Wen Yuan's tenderness, her heart felt as if a thousand feathers were tickling her, and she parted 　　her cherry lips slightly, letting out a soft "Ah." In this scene, even the most hard-hearted person could not remain unmoved. Wen Yuan's eyes suddenly became hazy, and he cupped Hua Xuan's head with his right hand, unable to resist kissing her. 　　"Mmm!" Hua Xuan was startled and opened her eyes, struggling slightly before ceasing to resist. Her eyes seemed drunk, and her eyelids slowly closed again, lost in the intense love. 　　In that instant, their thoughts returned from their childhood. Hua Xuan, who was particularly fond of Wen Yuan, had played with him since childhood, always clinging to him, while Xiang Yang only teased her from the sidelines. As they grew older, after Hua Xuanqing passed away, Hua Xuan, without her father's care, fell deeply in love with Wen Yuan. Xiang Yang did not disturb them, allowing them to gaze at the stars on the grass and play hand in hand in the mountains, inseparable . However, Wen Yuan remained respectful, and Hua Xuan, unaware of romantic feelings, kept their relationship at that level.

The three disciples had been separated for several days when Hua Xuan realized the depth of her feelings for Wen Yuan. However, with the
arrival of Xiao Murong and Zi Yuan, her relationship with Wen Yuan seemed less intimate than before, leaving her heart filled with sorrow, yet she
dared not confide in him. When she awoke that day, Wen Yuan and Xiao Murong were nowhere to be seen. Hua Xuan was heartbroken, thinking,
"Did Senior Brother Wen and Sister Murong leave? Sister Murong has always cared deeply for Senior Brother Wen, and he saved her
, so it's no wonder. Senior Brother Wen… he likes Sister Murong too, doesn't he?" She assumed they had left under cover of night, and though
her heart was filled with countless emotions, she could not find peace.

Seeing Wen Yuan return, she felt a pang of pain. She had intended to help Wen Yuan and Xiao Murong become a couple, while
she herself wandered the world carrying her unrequited love, hoping to gradually forget. But a kiss from Wen Yuan
unleashed all her feelings once more.

They kissed for an unknown amount of time before their lips finally parted. Hua Xuan's face was flushed, and she didn't know what to say.
She stared blankly at Wen Yuan, a half-smile playing on her lips, her heart filled with tender affection. Wen Yuan whispered, "Junior Sister,
I'm sorry !" Hua Xuan was too shy to reply, and after a long while, she said timidly, "Senior Brother Wen, you've become naughty!"
Wen Yuan blushed. He had just been intimate with Xiao Murong, and his desires were easily aroused. Seeing Hua Xuan, he couldn't
control he hadn't asked Hua Xuan about her feelings, and he felt ashamed. He released Hua Xuan and said, "Junior Sister,
slap me a few times."

Hua Xuan's face was flushed, and she said softly, "No, I'm very happy." Wen Yuan was overjoyed and
hugged Hua Xuan again, saying, "Junior Sister, do you really like me?" Hua Xuan exclaimed in surprise, too embarrassed
to look up at him, and said shyly, "Yes! I... I only like Senior Brother Wen!"

Wen Yuan trembled and said softly, "You... you shouldn't go, stay with Miss Murong." "..." Hua
Xuan was taken aback and said, "Sister Murong asked me to stay?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Aren't you
two ?" Hua Xuan was overjoyed, but also very shy, and said reproachfully, "Senior Brother Wen, aren't you
two-timing me?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Aren't you jealous?" Hua Xuan blushed and laughed, "Then
, when there are two of us, Sister Murong and I, let's see what you do... that... uh..."

Wen Yuan's heart fluttered, and he whispered, "Junior Sister, that?" Hua Xuan was very embarrassed and said vaguely, "
It's... that... Sister Murong said, you... down there... that... there's one... um...
I... ah, I don't know...!" Saying that, she broke free from his embrace and ran away. Images of chasing and playing with her in their childhood
flashed through , and he laughed, "Alright, you have to tell me!" He lightly touched the ground with his toes and
floated towards Hua Xuan. Hua Xuan giggled, "Not so easy! I don't want to!"
With

a sway of her slender waist, she deftly dodged. The guest room was small enough that the two circled the wooden table, laughing and joking, their footwork
a testament to their superb lightness skills, neither able to touch the other. Unexpectedly, as Hua Xuan ran past the bed, she tripped over Wen Yuan's
bundle , slowing her descent.
Wen Yuan caught up behind her, laughing, "Alright, caught you!" He wrapped his arms around her waist. Hua Xuan cried out in surprise and laughed, and the two lurched sideways,
tumbling

They ran around playfully for a while, still entangled after falling over. Hua Xuan pouted, "I tripped over something
! Let's do it again." Wen Yuan pressed her down on the bed and laughed, "No, tell me! What is it?
Tell me the truth." Hua Xuan laughed, "No!"

After a few teasing exchanges, Wen Yuan and Hua Xuan fell silent, clearly realizing they were now in
bed , and in a very intimate situation. Wen Yuan's chest was pressed against something soft, while Hua Xuan felt a hard object
pressing against her legs. Their faces were almost touching, and they could feel each other's breath.

Normally, Wen Yuan would have immediately turned pale and jumped back, offering apologies, and Hua Xuan would have cried out in surprise.
But in the heat of passion, neither of them wanted to separate.

Wen Yuan whispered, "Junior Sister, are you really not going to tell me?" Hua Xuan blushed crimson,
burying her face in Wen Yuan's neck and whispering in his ear, "Senior Brother Wen, you...you teach me!"

Wen Yuan's heart stirred, and he thought of Xiao Murong, thinking, "Xiao Yin has entrusted her life to me, and now
Junior Sister is the same. But she doesn't know that I've already traveled to Wushan with Xiao Yin. If I don't tell Junior Sister, it would be
deceiving her." Suddenly, his expression turned solemn, and he said, "Junior Sister, I have something to tell you first." Hua Xuan asked,
"What is it?" Wen Yuan then told her everything about following Xiao Murong to Shuiyan Tower that night, their lovemaking, and his sword duel with
Murong , without hiding anything.

Hua Xuan listened quietly to him finish speaking, then said softly, "Senior Brother Wen, if Sister Zi Yuan also likes you, you
would have accepted her, wouldn't you?" Wen Yuan thought of his conversation with Zi Yuan in the night boat and couldn't help but
sigh , saying, "Junior Sister, what should I do?"

Hua Xuan blushed and tilted her head, whispering, "Since Sister Murong has already... has already done this with you,
what can I say? I... I... Sister Murong isn't jealous, so why would I be
jealous?" She said this, but it only made things worse, and she was already competing with little Murong. Her words were tinged with
sourness , and Wen Yuan couldn't help but smile. Seeing him laugh, Hua Xuan feigned anger and said softly, "Senior Brother Wen!"

Wen Yuan smiled slightly, stroked her smooth long hair, and said softly, "Junior Sister, are you really not bothered?
" Hua Xuan smiled shyly and said softly, "But... I'm your junior sister, so you have to be a little bit more
affectionate towards me, just a little bit." She slightly pinched her right thumb and forefinger in front of Wen Yuan's eyes,
hesitated for a moment, as if she felt it wasn't enough, and then loosened them a little, her face flushed red, full of innocent
charm.

Wen Yuan gently kissed her fingers and laughed, "You thought you could take
advantage of Miss Murong since she wasn't jealous?" Hua Xuan's pretty face turned red, and she said coquettishly, "I didn't! You were with Sister Murong first...
and now you're only... I... I..." She stopped mid-sentence, too embarrassed to continue. Wen Yuan blushed
, his blood boiling at her soft whispers. He asked in a low voice, "Junior Sister, are you really not going to regret it?" Hua
Xuan, overcome with shyness, turned her face away and whispered, "No regrets!"

With those three words, Wen Yuan didn't hesitate any longer, gently kissing Hua Xuan's lips, face, and neck…

"Ah… um…" Hua Xuan let Wen Yuan kiss her body, moaning softly. Wen Yuan
reached out to unbutton her clothes, and Hua Xuan felt a wave of shame wash over her, unconsciously pushing his hands away. This happened several times
.

Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Junior Sister, you're being naughty!" Hua Xuan blushed deeply and retorted, "What do you mean, naughty?"
"Good boy? You still think I'm a child?" Wen Yuan laughed. "Alright, then I won't touch you, you do it yourself." Hua
Xuan swallowed, and when she touched her clothes, she felt shy again and said in a pitiful voice, "Senior Brother Wen, with you here,
I... I can't take it!"

Wen Yuan smiled slightly and said, "How about this, you can take it off under the covers, I won't look." Hua Xuan
nodded shyly, crawled under the covers, and poked her head out, whispering, "Don't peek!" Wen Yuan
laughed. "Okay." Hua Xuan smiled shyly and covered her head under the covers as well. The covers kept
moving , it seemed that Hua Xuan was having a hard time moving inside.

After a while, the covers stopped moving, but Hua Xuan whispered, "Okay!" Wen Yuan laughed. "I
'll lift the covers!" The covers moved slightly, but Hua Xuan didn't answer, so Wen Yuan grabbed the covers and lifted them to the side.

"Ah...!" Hua Xuan exclaimed in surprise. She was completely naked, her graceful figure on full display.
Her delicate skin seemed to flaunt itself to Wen Yuan, radiating a soft, crystalline glow. However, Hua Xuan was shy and
had already huddled together, only a pinkish crescent shape visible on her chest. Although her full thighs were bent and pressed
tightly together, obscuring her private parts, they only made her buttocks appear even more rounded and alluring. Seeing such a beautiful
and tender young girl before him, Wen Yuan felt a surge of heat throughout his body, his eyes gleaming with extraordinary beauty, unsure of what to say in praise.

Ten Scenes of Silk ( Twenty 　　- 　　Three )

=== ... 　　Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat upon seeing her. His eyes were met with a pair of pale pink breasts, more delicate than tofu snow-white porcelain, so smooth and delicate it seemed as if a few strands of dark hair could be scattered upon them, causing the skin to slightly dent, almost as if pricked by the tips of the hair. Between her two smooth, white thighs, only a sparse covering concealed delicate crimson lines, like a slightly cracked piece of crystal, radiating an alluring pale pink hue, with a spring of moisture slowly welling up. 　　"Senior Brother Wen..." Hua Xuan looked at Wen Yuan with extremely mournful eyes, her beautiful body trembling slightly . She was only a fifteen-year-old girl; although her figure was not yet fully developed and she lacked the graceful curves of young Murong, the beauty of her skin far surpassed it, exquisitely sculpted, flawless white. 　　Wen Yuan composed himself and softly called out, "Junior Sister!" Hua Xuan's ears were already flushed red with embarrassment, her eyes shimmering with shyness and a hint of fear. Wen Yuan tried his best to calm his breathing, soothing Hua Xuan with a smile . He sat beside her, his hand gently caressing her smooth, white abdomen. 　　"Mmm... Oh ah..." Hua Xuan, flustered and confused, twisted her slender waist, trying to escape Wen Yuan's caresses. However, the affection in her heart slowly suppressed her physical reaction. Gradually, she stopped moving and meekly accepted the warmth Wen Yuan brought her, gently biting her lower lip, moaning helplessly and shyly. 　　His hand gradually moved up from her abdomen, tracing the arc of her breasts. "Ah... Ah... Mmm... " An indescribable stimulation spread through every inch of Hua Xuan's skin. Unable to resist the pleasure in her heart, Hua Xuan let out a soft moan. Wen Yuan felt Hua Xuan's delicate, smooth, snow-white skin. His fingers pushed towards the peaks, not daring to use too much force. The beautiful, tender skin was pressed down slightly, like two thin, watery bags, soft and untouchable, yet alluring, like the fresh, juicy flesh of a peach. Two lovely vermilion nipples swayed slightly with the touch , seemingly bewitching the heart. 　　Wen Yuan couldn't bear to apply any more force to such a tender body, only lightly brushing against it, yet this aroused Hua Xuan to the point of unbearable itching, panting, her face flushed like a peach blossom, the sheets disheveled by her fingers . "Wen... Senior Brother Wen... um... um...? Ah... wah!" Just as Hua Xuan was floating on clouds, she was suddenly struck by a great shock, momentarily forgetting her shame, letting out a high-pitched cry. 　　It was because Wen Yuan's lower body was pressed against Hua Xuan's private parts; with the slightest friction, Hua Xuan's soul was thrown into the clouds, her head jerked back, her beautiful face displaying a look of utter disorientation. 　　Wen Yuan barely touched her, but Hua Xuan couldn't resist and immediately burst into a soft cry. He seemed lost and couldn't control himself , whispering, "Junior sister...you...you have to be careful!" Hua Xuan's face flushed red , her watery eyes looking at Wen Yuan with a hint of fear . She then closed her eyes, her voice trembling with shyness, "Come on, I...I...I'm not afraid!" 　　Her delicate face, coupled with her reckless expression and defiant words, made Wen Yuan's heart pound. He simply grabbed Hua Xuan and they intertwined their limbs, passionately undulating. 　　The lovers, deeply in love, were now completely absorbed in each other's passion. Wen Yuan didn't care about being careful, and Hua Xuan also let go of her shyness, tightly embracing Wen Yuan's back, caressing him, offering her warm, soft body, passionately returning his kisses, her alluring breasts pressed against his chest, lost in the moment. 　　Wen Yuan lifted Hua Xuan and sat up, the intense movements gradually subsiding, their lower bodies intertwined. Hua Xuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower body, exhaled softly, and gasped, "Senior Brother Wen, I... ah..." Wen Yuan whispered, "Junior Sister, if it hurts too much, you must tell me." Hua Xuan nodded and whispered, " I know..." 　　Wen Yuan slowly penetrated her already wet private parts, the warm, tender flesh enveloping her, only slightly easier than with Xiao Murong. Hua Xuan felt both pain and excitement, her heart filled with love for Wen Yuan. She buried her face in Wen Yuan's chest, closed her eyes tightly, and endured the waves of force coming from between her legs, releasing herself with extremely seductive moans. 　　"Mmm... mmm... Senior Brother Wen... Senior... Brother Wen... ah...!" Hua Xuan cried out , her cries subsiding after a high-pitched moan. "Junior Sister..." A few drops of , mingling with Hua Xuan's own sweat-drenched body. 　　"Ah... ah..." Hua Xuan knew that this senior brother she deeply admired had already become...

They became one, forming the most intimate union. Her bright eyes gazed at Wen Yuan's face, replaced by shyness
and joy instead of pain. Wen Yuan's gaze returned, equally filled with deep affection.

Wen Yuan felt the warm, moist softness of Hua Xuan's body, gazing at her slightly dizzy, pretty face, a strange feeling rising
within him . He had watched Hua Xuan grow from a little girl into a young woman, once
his junior sister, now his lover. With each thrust of his hips, Hua Xuan began to receive Wen Yuan's pounding.

"Ugh! Ah, ah..." Hua Xuan clung tightly to the back of Wen Yuan's neck, using it to hold her leaning back
, her frantic moans responding to each deep penetration. Wen Yuan embraced Hua Xuan's slender waist, thrusting forcefully into
her alluring body, whispering, "Junior Sister..."

Hua Xuan was repeatedly overwhelmed by unimaginable pleasure, the pain gradually subsiding, leaving her feeling
numb all over. Her body swayed involuntarily, her soft breasts heaving violently, her hair flowing freely, her cherry lips
parting to release seductive gasps and moans.

"Ah... Senior Brother Wen... Ah, ah, um ah!" Hua Xuan couldn't resist the surging
force within Wen Yuan, her beautiful skin glistening with fine beads of sweat. Suddenly, her hands lost their grip on Wen Yuan's neck, and she
fell backward onto the bed. In that instant, Hua Xuan thought she had broken from the impact.

Wen Yuan knelt forward, lifting Hua Xuan's lower back, letting her upper body lie on the bed while her lower body rose
, continuing his powerful assault. Hua Xuan naturally wrapped her legs around Wen Yuan's waist, struggling to look up at
him. She could only see the two of them passionately colliding above her, her delicate vulva glistening with a vibrant
pink .

"Ah, ah... God..." The intense shame and excitement almost drove Hua Xuan
mad , her fingers desperately venting their desire onto the sheets. Each thrust produced a slapping sound,
splashing water everywhere, with a few trickles flowing slowly down her lower abdomen.

"Ah... Junior Sister..." Wen Yuan thrust in and out, watching his beautiful junior sister's endearing expression
, hearing her almost wanton moans, feeling a surge of intense emotion, his emotions rising uncontrollably
. He released his hands from Hua Xuan's waist, kneading her exquisite breasts, enjoying their smooth, delicate
texture.

Hua Xuan's body suddenly lost Wen Yuan's support. Under wave after wave of attacks, she was like
a small boat capsized by a raging storm. Her crystal-clear body rose and fell with the waves, twisting and turning. "Ah... Wow! Senior Brother Wen...
Oh... Ah... Mmm..." Following closely behind were waves of pleasure coming from her chest.
Wen Yuan's fingers gently played with her extremely sensitive nipples. This was completely opposite to the surging intercourse. This
double pleasure rapidly pushed Hua Xuan to the peak, and her soft moans rose with it.

"Ugh... I... I... No, I can't... Ah... Ahh...!" Hua Xuan
tried to , but Wen Yuan held down the back of her hands and caressed her
alabaster breasts with her slender hands. "Ugh..." Hua Xuan resisted awkwardly, while giving herself the most gentle comfort. Suddenly,
her hands became wet. It turned out that the spring between her thighs had flowed down to her breasts during the up-and-down position.

"Oh...so...shameful...ah, ah, ahh..." Hua Xuan could only manage to squeeze out fragmented
words, her mind quickly overwhelmed by the overwhelming pleasure. Wen Yuan gasped for breath, his blood surging,
reaching its peak, and shouted, "Junior Sister!"

"Ugh...ahhhhh!" Hua Xuan cried out in anguish as a surge of hot semen suddenly entered her
body, threatening to send her soaring to the heavens. Wen Yuan and Hua Xuan held hands tightly, their fingers
intertwined , reaching their climax simultaneously, intense love swirling between them. Only when Wen Yuan's climax was complete
, and Hua Xuan was filled with her senior brother's passion, did they both collapse onto the disheveled bed, gently
embracing each other , sharing the warmth after their lovemaking.

Hua Xuan nestled softly in Wen Yuan's arms, shy and timid, and whispered, "Senior Brother Wen!" Wen Yuan
smiled at Hua Xuan. Hua Xuan whispered, "Senior Brother Wen, you...you really have to be kind to me from now on
!" Wen Yuan stroked her disheveled hair and smiled, "When have I ever stopped being kind to you?" Hua Xuan blushed
and giggled, "Just now! You...you...you seemed to have gone crazy, you scared me."
Wen Yuan blushed, feeling quite embarrassed, and could only laugh, "I don't know myself, I'll be more polite from now on
." Hua Xuan blushed and said, "No need, Senior Brother Wen...you...I'll get used to it anyway."

Wen Yuan suddenly wrapped his arms around Hua Xuan's waist and laughed, "Okay, then I'll let you get used to it sooner,
okay ?" Hua Xuan laughed in surprise and struggled, scolding, "Senior Brother Wen, you're bullying me again!"

After a moment of intimacy on the pillow, the two got dressed and looked at the bed. The quilt was all crumpled and messy, and nearly half of
the sheets had been pulled up. Wen Yuan chuckled, "Junior Sister, who do you think did this?" Hua Xuan's cheeks
flushed red, and she gently punched his chest, overcome with shyness.

The two were inseparable throughout the day, displaying extreme intimacy. As evening approached, Wen Yuan remembered his promise to
Zi Yuan to visit Shui Yan Lou again today. However, taking Hua Xuan along was inappropriate, and leaving her alone was also unacceptable,
leaving him in a state of considerable hesitation.

Seeing his thoughtful expression, Hua Xuan asked, "Senior Brother Wen, what are you thinking about?" Wen Yuan told
her the truth, and Hua Xuan felt a little uncomfortable.
She said in a low voice, "You've already made plans with Sister Ziyuan, how can you not go? Just go, I'll wait here." After a short pause, she hurriedly added, "
You have to come back tonight."

Wen Yuan heard the hint of jealousy in her words and felt a little embarrassed. He gave her a kiss and whispered,
"Junior Sister, are you angry?" Hua Xuan blushed, turned her head away, and chuckled softly, "No
, just hurry up if you want to go! Otherwise... otherwise I won't let you leave." Wen Yuan smiled, picked up his Wenwu
Seven-Stringed Qin , and headed towards Shuiyan Tower.

Ten Scenes of Silk ( 　　Twenty 　　- 　　Four )

=== ...

Inside the Jieyuan Pavilion, a square table was set with a few bowls and plates, and a pot of tea. Xiao Feng was serving at
the table. Zi Yuan invited Wen Yuan to sit down, smiling, "Young Master Wen, please make yourself at home. I'd like to ask you about
your zither playing later." Wen Yuan noticed that the bowls and plates were all made of fine celadon porcelain, and the dishes were all exquisitely prepared: cherry stewed pork,
five-flavor vegetable rolls, shrimp with Biluochun tea, and osmanthus chestnut soup—each dish was uniquely crafted. Wen Yuan was taken aback, thinking
, "Miss Zi Yuan didn't know when I would arrive, so why is everything so well prepared as soon as I arrive?"

Seeing that he didn't touch his chopsticks, Zi Yuan asked, "Young Master Wen, what's wrong?" Wen Yuan replied, "Miss Zi Yuan
, did you know I was coming at this time?" Zi Yuan said, "I don't know." Wen Yuan pointed to the bowls and plates on the table
and said, "Then why were all the dishes prepared in advance?"

Upon hearing this, Zi Yuan smiled and said, "Young Master Wen is going to grace us with his presence today, so I am naturally ready to welcome you
at all times ." Wen Yuan was taken aback, but did not press further and smiled, "I really don't deserve such praise."

The two sat facing each other at the table, and Wen Yuan tasted each dish one by one, while Zi Yuan simply watched him with a smile.
Wen Yuan felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and asked, "Miss Ziyuan, why aren't you eating?" Ziyuan
smiled and said, "I've already eaten. Young Master Wen, these aren't so bad that you can't eat them, are they?" Wen Yuan laughed and said, "Why do you say that?
It would be best if you could swallow them all. I never imagined that Shuiyanlou's cooking was so exquisite. Why not convert it into a teahouse
and restaurant? That wouldn't be bad." Ziyuan blushed slightly and smiled, "Is it really that good?"

Seeing her delighted expression, Wen Yuan's heart stirred, and he said, "Could it be that these dishes are not..." " Is this the head chef of Shuiyanlou
?" Ziyuan lowered her head slightly and smiled, "It's just something I made haphazardly. If Young Master Wen likes it, that's good
." Wen Yuan smiled and said, "So you have such skills, Miss. I'm truly in for a treat today."

Xiaofeng, who was standing to the side, interjected, "Young Master Wen, you're only tasting Sister Ziyuan's delicious food now. We've
already eaten it three times today." Wen Yuan was puzzled, but then he heard Xiaofeng laugh and say, "You don't know,
Sister has been running to the kitchen all day, just waiting for you." But the young master never came. The dishes were cooked and then
cooled down, and then they were cooked again. The first three times, all of us sisters and maids enjoyed them.

Zi Yuan blushed and whispered, "Don't say anymore, Xiao Feng, you...you go play outside
!" Xiao Feng chuckled and went out, saying, "Then I won't disturb you and Young Master Wen!"

Hearing the door close, Zi Yuan blushed slightly and said, "Young Master Wen, Xiao Feng just loves to gossip
. Please enjoy your meal, don't mind her." Wen Yuan smiled and whispered: "If I had known this, I would have come sooner
, and you wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble, Miss," Zi Yuan said with a smile. "No need for you to worry, young master. I only cook occasionally,
so it's no problem for me to cook a few more times."

Wen Yuan was touched by Zi Yuan's attentiveness to his visit. Seeing her refined and elegant
face, he couldn't help but feel a little distracted. He quickly composed himself, finished his meal, and said, "Miss Zi Yuan,
may I hear another elegant pipa performance?" Zi Yuan smiled and said, "Since you are in such a mood, why not?
" She rose, picked up the pipa, and began to play with fingers as soft as clouds.

Wen Yuan, hearing the beautiful notes, couldn't help but reach out and touch the pipa, joining in the performance. The two pieces of music blended perfectly,
exquisitely beautiful. Wen Yuan and Zi Yuan smiled at each other, both immersed in the poignant music.

When the music ended, both of them felt refreshed and gazed at each other. Zi Yuan parted her lips slightly and said softly, "
Young Master Wen , I have a favor to ask of you." Wen Yuan replied, "Please speak, Miss." Zi Yuan fiddled with the hem of her dress, her face slightly flushed
, and said, "Tomorrow night, I wish to visit West Lake. If... if Young Master Wen also wishes to go, could...
could you accompany me?"

Wen Yuan was taken aback. He hadn't expected a young lady to take the initiative to make an appointment, especially so late at night, and he
couldn't answer . Zi Yuan said softly, "Young Master Wen, there are too many tourists during the day. If I go out, I will certainly find it difficult to
find peace, so..." Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Since Miss Zi Yuan has such an elegant interest,
I will gladly act as her protector." Zi Yuan was delighted, her dimples appearing on her face, and she smiled and said, "Thank you for your honor, Young Master."

The two agreed on a time and place and talked for a long time before Wen Yuan took his leave of Zi Yuan. Wen Yuan wanted to reveal
Zhao Pingbo 's intentions, but thinking that with the help of the two Murong brothers, there was no need to worry, he didn't want to cause Zi Yuan unnecessary anxiety
, so he kept quiet.

Wen Yuan quietly left Shuiyan Tower and returned to the inn, wondering, "What is Junior Sister doing? Is she already asleep
?"

He walked to the door, knocked, but received no answer, so he opened it himself. As soon as he opened the door, he heard
a sharp, tearing sound, and a flash of silver light swept past his eyes. Startled, he quickly
stepped back, a lingering white light still visible in his vision. He heard Hua Xuan cry out in alarm, "Oh dear! Senior Brother Wen, are you
alright?"

Still shaken, Wen Yuan looked into the room and saw Hua Xuan, pale-faced, running
towards him . She cried, "Senior Brother Wen, I'm so sorry… Are you hurt?"

Wen Yuan shook his head and smiled, "I almost got hurt, but I'm fine. Junior Sister, are you practicing the Eight Directions Wind Rope?"
Hua Xuan nodded vigorously, her face still showing lingering fear, and said, "I was waiting for you, I had nothing to do."
Wen Yuan laughed, "Luckily, I didn't use my whip, otherwise you would have
lashed me on the head, that would have been terrible." Hua Xuan rolled up her silver whip and laughed, "At least you still care about me and didn't leave me with Sister Zi Yuan, otherwise
... I really would have lashed you."

After entering the room, Wen Yuan put down his seven-stringed zither and unsheathed his long sword, and said, "Junior Sister, I'm going
to visit West Lake with Miss Zi Yuan tomorrow night, I'm afraid I can't accompany you." Upon hearing this, Hua Xuan felt a pang of jealousy and
pouted , "Why at night? Senior Brother Wen, you... you're planning something bad, aren't you?"
Wen Yuan said, "What are you talking about? Miss Zi Yuan is the most beautiful courtesan in Hangzhou, in broad daylight..." " If you go boating on the lake, a whole bunch of people
will follow you to see what's going on. What kind of lake can you even go boating on?"

Hua Xuan turned her head away, annoyed. "You're like this again, going to be with her every day. Aren't you afraid I'll
get angry ?" Wen Yuan laughed.
"Don't you say you don't get jealous?" Hua Xuan shrugged, and after a while, whispered, "Can't I be a little bit jealous sometimes ?"

Wen Yuan kissed her cheek and said softly, "Okay, junior sister, don't be angry.
I'll spend all day with you tomorrow, okay?" Hua Xuan blushed slightly and said, "I just want you to stay
for the night ." Wen Yuan asked, "Why?" Hua Xuan blushed again, tugged at Wen Yuan's sleeve, and
whispered, "Senior brother Wen... you know, that... that's all done at night, isn't it?" Wen Yuan was taken aback.
He then chuckled, "That's not necessarily true. We just did it this morning, didn't we?" He poured himself a cup of tea.
Hua Xuan's heart pounded. Still clutching his sleeve, she blushed and said, "Senior Brother Wen, how about...we
do it again? I...I really want it..."

Wen Yuan, overwhelmed by her soft, coquettish manner, nearly spilled his hot tea. He quickly placed the cup on the table
, patted Hua Xuan's head, and laughed, "Junior Sister, too many times a day isn't good. Is today enough?"
Hua Xuan looked disappointed. She wasn't entirely familiar with bedroom matters, only knowing that both she and her senior brother had
experienced unprecedented pleasure, like an interesting game. Hearing Wen Yuan's words, she remained silent.

That night, Wen Yuan finally slept in bed. Firstly, Xiao Murong wasn't there, and secondly, Hua Xuan and he had already shared
their intimate moments, so it was fine. Hua Xuan clung to him all night, acting childishly, and Wen Yuan, unable to resist her
high spirits, found it both amusing and heart-fluttering, and the two shared an intimate moment.

The next day, Wen Yuan and Hua Xuan strolled casually through the streets. Hua Xuan was in high spirits and exceptionally lively, pulling
Wen Yuan to wander around and look at everything. Seeing her happy, Wen Yuan was also pleased, and so the day passed.

In the evening, Wen Yuan decided to go to West Lake. Just as she was about to leave, Hua Xuan suddenly said, "Senior Brother Wen, don't
keep thinking about me. You should relax and enjoy your time with Sister Zi Yuan." Wen Yuan was greatly surprised and laughed, "
Junior Sister, that doesn't sound like something you would say." Hua Xuan blushed and said reproachfully, "You just think I
'm jealous. I just want you to have some fun." Hearing this, Wen Yuan's heart stirred. He kissed her
lips and 　　laughed, "I'm leaving now! Junior Sister, get some rest." Hua Xuan blushed and whispered,
"I know, go ahead!"

Ten Scenes Satin (Twenty-Five)

=== ...
Upon arriving at the entrance of the Jieyuan Pavilion, Ziyuan was leaning against the door. Seeing
Wenyuan, she smiled and said, "Young Master Wen

, you've arrived so quickly." Wenyuan stopped and looked around, saying, "Miss Ziyuan, don't you need to prepare a carriage?"
Ziyuan smiled and said, "Although I am frail, walking around West Lake is not too difficult for me." Wenyuan smiled and said, "In
that case, shall we go now?" Ziyuan gently closed the pavilion door and smiled, "Alright, let's go!"

The two quietly left the Shuiyan Pavilion and walked side by side towards the lake. Ziyuan noticed that Wenyuan was still carrying the Wenwu Seven-Stringed Qin (a seven-stringed zither),
and was very curious. She asked, "Young Master Wen, do you bring your qin (a seven-stringed zither) to tour West Lake?" Wenyuan smiled and said, "This qin was
a gift from a good friend. It is very important to me, so I have to carry it with me." Ziyuan smiled and said, " I
see. It's a pity I didn't bring my pipa (a four-stringed zither), otherwise I could have played a few tunes with you on the lake..."
As she spoke, she recalled their past night of playing together on the lake, and her face flushed slightly.

Soon they arrived at the north bank of West Lake, where a pavilion came into view. A small pavilion overlooked the lake, its pillars adorned with a
couplet : "Body amidst the fragrant lotus blossoms, eyes gleaming at the verdant pavilion." On the lake, lotus leaves danced in the breeze,
their fragrance carried on the wind, utterly intoxicating—this was "Lotus Breeze at Quyuan," one of the Ten Scenes of West Lake.

Wen Yuan stepped onto the lotus-viewing corridor, his heart filled with joy, and he unconsciously recited: "'After all, West Lake in June is different from
the scenery of other seasons'..." Zi Yuan slowly walked onto the small bridge among the lotus leaves, softly continuing the recitation: "'
The lotus leaves stretch to the sky, an endless expanse of green; the lotus blossoms, bathed in sunlight, are a uniquely vibrant red.'" Each reciting two lines perfectly matched Yang Wanli's poem "Leaving
Jingci Temple Late to See Lin Zifang Off," and the two smiled at each other.

The small bridge was built close to the water, and Zi Yuan strolled along it, weaving through the lotus blossoms, graceful and elegant, truly like
a fairy , each step creating a lotus bloom. Wen Yuan gazed into the distance, suddenly feeling a wave of dizziness. He thought to himself, "If Miss Zi Yuan
came to West Lake every day, West Lake could be added to the list of eleven scenic spots. Ah! Shui Yan Tower isn't far from West Lake,
so it would be reasonable to include it in the eleven scenic spots as well. However, Shui Yan Tower itself is rather plain, so we can't include the building in the list."

Zi Yuan turned around and saw Wen Yuan looking distracted. She called out , "Young Master Wen!" Startled by her
call, Wen Yuan quickly replied, "Yes, I'm here. What's wrong?" Zi Yuan smiled and said, "Young Master,
you're a little too engrossed in admiring the scenery, aren't you? These lotus flowers are quite beautiful, aren't they?" Wen Yuan blurted out, "Yes, but while
the lotus flowers are beautiful, compared to you, they are somewhat lacking..." He suddenly realized he had let something slip and quickly stopped himself,
scratching his head and turning slightly away.

Zi Yuan, quick-witted, understood immediately. Her cheeks flushed, and she approached, whispering, "Then
...Young Master Wen, let's go look around elsewhere." Wen Yuan replied, "Alright."

The two walked out of the courtyard, their eyes meeting, both stirred by emotion. Zi Yuan's heart pounded. She tugged at her clothes
, her lips parted slightly, as if to say something, but no words came out. Her face reddened, and she walked slowly to the side. Wen Yuan
, momentarily lost in thought, followed quietly.

Reaching the Xiling Bridge, they saw a fragrant tomb in the night, the stone tablet inscribed "Tomb of Su Xiaoxiao of Qiantang."
Su Xiaoxiao was a remarkable woman of the Southern Qi Dynasty, who, despite living in brothels, remained chaste, possessing both beauty and talent.
Zi Yuan stared blankly at the tomb, saying nothing.

Wen Yuan watched Zi Yuan's slender back, not daring to disturb her. Suddenly, he heard Zi Yuan softly recite: "I ride in an oil-
painted carriage, my love rides a green horse... Where shall we pledge our hearts? West Lake... beneath the pines and cypresses..."

The poem was recited in a very low, almost imperceptible voice, not intended for Wen Yuan to hear, but rather something Zi Yuan recited unconsciously.
Wen Yuan, however, heard it clearly; this poem was Su Xiaoxiao's expression of love to her lover, Ruan Yu. Su Xiaoxiao, riding in an oil-painted
carriage , was enjoying the scenery of the lake and mountains when she met Ruan Yu, who arrived on a green horse. They fell in love at first sight, but unfortunately,
fate separated them.

Wen Yuan suddenly felt a pang of unease, thinking to himself, "Su Xiaoxiao was a peerless beauty, and although her name has been passed down through the ages, her love affair
did not last, and she ultimately could not be considered happy. Such women are rare in ancient times, but Miss Ziyuan, in terms of talent, beauty, and reputation, is certainly
no less than her. Could it be that she has also fallen in love while reciting this poem? If so, this cannot
be the same as the ending of Su Xiaoxiao and Ruan Yu." He turned to look at the green pine tree by the bridge, and then thought, "I wonder who
Miss Ziyuan is interested in?" At this thought, a thought struck him: "Zhao Pingbo is impossible, and that Magistrate Qin
doesn't seem like it either. Could it be... could it be... I..."

Ziyuan's heart was also filled with turbulent thoughts. She turned to gaze into Wen Yuan's eyes, a hint of longing in them.
Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat, thinking, "How similar those eyes are to Xiao Yin's and Junior Sister's!" He placed his hands on Zi Yuan's shoulders
and said, "Miss Zi Yuan, I will save you!"

Zi Yuan gasped softly, her face flushed, and whispered, "That...that won't do." (Jingwei King Shi)
"He's going to take me away." Wen Yuan was startled and said, "You already know?" Zi Yuan said, "Ah, you
know too?"

Wen Yuan nodded and said, "Miss Zi Yuan, please rest assured, I will never let him succeed."
Zi Yuan sighed and said, "He is the prince, you...you shouldn't go against him, it's too dangerous." Wen Yuan
smiled and said, "So what if he's the prince? Don't worry, Miss. Although I don't have much ability, I have
someone with great abilities to help me, and I will definitely protect you."

Seeing the determination in Wen Yuan's eyes, Zi Yuan felt both worried and delighted. After a long silence, she suddenly
whispered , "Young Master Wen, your kindness is unforgettable." As she spoke, she gracefully bowed. Wen Yuan was shocked
and quickly helped her up, saying, "Miss, there's no need for this. This is what I should do." Zi Yuan raised her head, her eyes
glistening with tears, but her expression was one of joy and relief. She gently rested her head on Wen Yuan's shoulder. Wen Yuan slightly turned his head,
meeting Zi Yuan's gaze. He felt her breath was sweeter than orchids, and her beauty more radiant than a lotus blossom, causing his heart to flutter.
Their lips met, about to kiss.

Suddenly, Zi Yuan trembled, turning her head away, her eyes blinking, her face filled with apology. She whispered, "Young
Master Wen, we...we should go somewhere else." Wen Yuan paused, then smiled, "Indeed."
He held Zi Yuan in high esteem, and since she had acted this way, he was at ease and not surprised, though a
sudden sense of melancholy washed over him.

The two strolled along the lakeside until dawn, when Wen Yuan escorted Zi Yuan back to the Water Swallow Pavilion. Zi Yuan did
n't speak much along the way, but although they didn't exchange many words, their hearts seemed to understand each other. Each time they smiled at each other, it was as if
their thoughts . As they entered the streets of Hangzhou, the morning light had already appeared.

Zi Yuan said softly, "Shuiyan Tower isn't far, I can go back by myself." Wen Yuan smiled and
said, "It's just around the corner, I'll escort you to the end." He turned the corner. Zi Yuan laughed, "Alright,
this is it, don't let Aunt Zhu find you..." Suddenly, they saw dozens of people gathered in front of Shuiyan Tower. Upon closer inspection
, they recognized Zhao Pingbo and his group.

Wen Yuan thought, "They've come so quickly, it's only dawn on the third day!" Scanning the group, he saw that
besides Shao Fei and Ke Yantai, there was a man with an iron face, presumably Yan
Tie, whom Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong had encountered. There was also a middle-aged Taoist priest with a long beard, a dignified face, and eyes that didn't reveal any glint of light, clearly possessing
extraordinary . The rest appeared to be ordinary guards.

Granny Zhu was also standing outside the door. Upon seeing Ziyuan, she rushed forward, exclaiming, "Oh! My
young lady , you're finally back! The young prince has been waiting for so long, just waiting to take you away..." Ziyuan frowned slightly
and walked forward with Wenyuan.

Zhao Pingbo, seeing Wenyuan with Ziyuan, felt a surge of anger and shouted, "Wen,
this is none of your business, get out of here!" Wenyuan laughed, "You actually found out my name? I
didn't know. However, the young prince's words are rather rude, not the manners of a nobleman."

Zhao Pingbo arrogantly said, "What etiquette do I need to treat a lowly commoner like you? Miss Ziyuan, your luggage
is packed, let's get going." Ziyuan said calmly, "When did I pack my luggage
? I suppose Granny Zhu did it for me." "However, this humble woman has no intention of accompanying the young master. Please leave. Do not lower yourself to
associate with someone as lowly as me."

Zhao Pingbo laughed and said, "Why do you say that, young lady? Yes, you are thinking of the benefits of being a lowly commoner, aren't you?"
Zi Yuan said, "Young Master Wen is knowledgeable and courteous, gentle and refined. Although he is a commoner, he is better than many sons of wealthy families
."

These words were clearly directed at Zhao Pingbo. Upon hearing this, Zhao Pingbo was furious. Looking at Wen Yuan again, he immediately
felt murderous and said, "Fine! Boy, I will test your skills and see what makes you so special.
" As he spoke, he drew the sword from his waist. A blinding white light flashed, and then the light disappeared. Zhao Pingbo
now had a three-foot-long sword in his hand, the blade of which faintly contained a gleaming light.

Wen Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Your sword is no ordinary weapon; it appears to be an extremely sharp one.
" Zhao Pingbo looked smug and said, "Indeed! This precious sword is called the Li Long Sword. Your ordinary swords
are simply no match for it." Wen Yuan nodded and said, "In that case, let's stop fighting to avoid embarrassing
the loser." Zhao Pingbo sneered, "Alright, are you scared?" Wen Yuan said, "I am
not the one who will lose, so what is there to fear?" Zhao Pingbo's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "You say I will lose?"
Wen Yuan slowly stepped in front of Zi Yuan and said unhurriedly, "If the young prince can reach
the point where he doesn't need to rely on his sword, then I might lose."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged Taoist's lips suddenly curled up. Zhao Pingbo brandished his Lilong Sword and roared,
"You brat, still so arrogant? Let's see what I, the young master, can do!" With a flash of light, he unleashed three swift thrusts.
Wen Yuan saw it clearly, dodged them, and with a turn of his body, drew his longsword from its sheath. He laughed , "I recently
broke a sword, and this longsword was only recently purchased from the blacksmith. It seems I'll have to ask the young prince to give it a grand opening
."

(Twenty-six) 　　A silver gleam swirled and danced in Zhao Pingbo's hand, its cold light radiating, as the Lilong Sword pressed forward relentlessly. Wen Yuan assumed a stance with his compass sword, his steps measured and controlled, weaving freely through Zhao Pingbo's numerous sword flashes. He secretly observed Pingbo's techniques, thinking, "This swordsmanship is meticulously structured, combining strength and flexibility; it must be a masterpiece. However, his internal energy is mediocre, limiting its power. He's still a step below his sword-wielding subordinates, nothing to fear." 　　Having realized Zhao Pingbo's strength was inferior, Wen Yuan immediately seized an opening to counterattack. His longsword thrust out, seemingly unremarkable , yet imbued with the true power of his "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique," honed over ten years. Zhao Pingbo felt a gust of wind cut like a blade; even before the sword's edge reached him, a sharp pain shot through his throat. Startled, he hastily raised his Li Long Sword to parry . Wen Yuan's aim was remarkably accurate; his sword struck the spine of the Li Long Sword, his internal energy pouring into it at the point of contact . 　　Zhao Pingbo initially thought he had parried well, but unexpectedly, a tremendous force struck him from the sword, causing his blood to surge and him to cry out "Ouch!" His tiger's mouth cracked from the impact, and he lost his grip on the Li Long Sword. Wen Yuan released his inner force, causing the sword tip to deflect, and the Li Long Sword was drawn away by the force, flying diagonally. Zhao Pingbo swayed, also being pulled off balance, staggering and taking a step to the side, about to fall. 　　Suddenly, a figure flew out swiftly, supporting Zhao Pingbo, one hand grasping the Li Long Sword in mid-air, producing a clanging metallic sound. The newcomer wore an iron mask; it was Yan Tie. Zhao Pingbo struggled to stand, his face...

His face was pale, and he couldn't even groan for a moment.

Wen Yuan brandished his longsword and said, "This must be Mr. Yan?" Yan Tie replied, "Indeed, I'll
exchange a few blows with you." Saying this, he instructed the guards beside him to attend to Zhao Pingbo, sheathed his Li Long sword, and without bending
his knees, suddenly leaned forward, sliding forward rapidly as if his feet were oiled, extremely strange.

Wen Yuan knew that he was protected by iron armor, but he did not expect him to move so quickly. He was greatly surprised and would not be
careless . He condensed his true energy into his sword and pointed it straight forward to meet Yan Tie's attack. Yan Tie was not afraid of weapons, but Wen Yuan's
stance was a strategy of waiting for the enemy to tire themselves out. He knew that the sword must be imbued with profound internal energy. If he could not break the longsword, he would be
injured by his internal force. So he suddenly flipped over and was already above Wen Yuan, head down and feet up, his head directly hitting Wen Yuan's
head .

Wen Yuan's move was swift and decisive. Without moving his body or head, he raised his right arm straight up, sword and body forming a straight line, directly
meeting Yan Tie's attack at the Baihui acupoint. A loud "clang" rang out, and Yan Tie was thrown back
, slightly unsteady on his feet, but quickly regained his footing.

The sword strike was imbued with immense power and hit the Baihui acupoint precisely, but Yan Tie's weapon
was ingeniously designed around vital acupoints. The inner layer was slightly concave, not touching his body, and soft materials like cotton were used to absorb the force. Combined with his strange
protective energy, Wen Yuan's internal force failed to directly inflict serious damage, and Yan Tie remained standing. Just

as Wen Yuan was feeling astonished, Yan Tie pounced again, letting out a strange "woo-wa-wa," kicking with both legs and
attacking from both sides with both arms. His body was suspended in mid-air, yet his attacks were fierce, ruthless, and extremely bizarre. Wen Yuan roused himself, let
out a clear whistle, and thrust his sword forward, the tip striking Yan Tie's "Huagai" acupoint. The sword seemed glued to Yan Tie's acupoint, refusing to retract, and unleashed a torrent of
internal energy . Even the protective iron armor couldn't deflect the force. Yan Tie shuddered,
fell backward, then quickly rolled back to his feet, seemingly unharmed.

At the same time, Wen Yuan's right sleeve was also swept by Yan Tie's palm, leaving five gashes. It turned out that Yan Tie
had concealed thin blades on the sides of his fingers, which could be turned to injure his palm. His palm was protected and wouldn't be injured.

Zi Yuan exclaimed, "Young Master Wen, your hand..." Wen Yuan rolled up his sleeve, seeing the wounds were shallow and
unremarkable, knowing they weren't poisonous, and was relieved. He looked up at Zi Yuan and smiled, "Just a minor injury, nothing serious."

This fight attracted many people from the city to watch, and when they learned it involved Zi Yuan, the crowd
surged even larger. Zhao Pingbo remained expressionless, only sneering, "Boy, your skills are certainly
not bad, but you can forget about keeping Miss Ziyuan. No matter how high your martial arts are, they can't surpass this Taoist Master Lu.
Besides, I spent 100,000 taels of silver to buy Miss Ziyuan, can you afford that?"

The middle-aged Taoist was none other than Taoist Master Lu. After meeting with Xiang Yang, he was ordered by Prince Zhao to come to Hangzhou
to urge Zhao Pingbo to go to the capital. He had rushed here for several days, arriving just the day before yesterday. Today, he was waiting for Zhao Pingbo to pick up Ziyuan so he could
escort him to the capital. Upon seeing Wen Yuan's moves, which were clearly those of the "Guide Sword" style, Lu Daoren recognized them and immediately
stepped forward, asking, "Good lad, are you a disciple of Han Xuqing or Hua Xuanqing?" Wen Yuan replied, "
I am a disciple of Master Hua Xuanqing."

Lu Daoren snorted and said, "Hua Xuanqing's disciples are all so skilled! Boy, come and take
a few of my sword strikes!" With that, a sword light suddenly appeared, three circles of sword light instantly materializing. It was the same sword style as Zhao Pingbo's, but
far more refined and ruthless. Wen Yuan's vision blurred, and the sword was already upon him. Startled, he parried with his sword,
taking the opportunity retreat several steps, and then formed another sword stance, his arm slightly sore and numb. Zi Yuan watched, only able to worry inwardly.

Lu Daoren began to walk with the steps of Yu, following the changes of the sixty-four hexagrams of Fuxi. His movements
were not , but his steps were unexpected. He wielded the "Heavenly Gang Demon-Subduing Sword" technique. Wen Yuan had just assumed
the stance of the scepter sword when he was already caught in circles of sword light, as if ten thousand shooting stars were swirling around him. He was shocked: "This Lu Daoren's
skill is even greater than Yan Tie's. He is truly formidable!"

The sword in Lu Daoren's hand was like a living thing, seemingly twisting and turning, or like playing with a ball of silver
smoke . Wen Yuan was dazzled and held his ground tightly. The scepter sword technique was the most steady, and although Lu Daoren's skill was
profound, he could not break through it for the time being.

Suddenly, he saw Lu Daoren's left hand, which was holding a sword incantation, split and pinch, tightly clamping Wen Yuan's sword blade
. The strangeness of his technique was unpredictable. Wen Yuan was startled to realize that Lu Daoren's sword move had already arrived. He couldn't pull back, and instead,
a soft force rebounded from him, leaving him no choice but to abandon his sword and leap backward.

Zhao Pingbo was overjoyed and shouted, "Boy, you've seen it all..." Suddenly, Wen Yuan lunged forward
, kicking with incredible speed and force, striking the hilt of the longsword. Lu Daoren's two fingers were slightly insufficient, and he
was kicked away by Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan flicked his sleeve, retracting his longsword, and smiled, "Thank you for your guidance, Daoist!"

Lu Daoist's expression changed, thinking, "This kid is quick-witted, turning defeat into victory, managing to
snatch his weapon from my grasp. If I don't kill him today, he'll likely become a scourge in the future." Just as he was about to deliver the final blow, a burst of
wild laughter , and a male voice said, "Isn't this the Daoist Lu? Haha, you've come too, this is hilarious
!"

Wen Yuan was overjoyed upon hearing this and exclaimed, "Is this Brother Murong?" Suddenly, a figure
appeared , coldly sneering, "..." "It's me, the Great Murong! Hehe, little sister, come along!"

A slender figure gracefully landed beside Ziyuan. It was Little Murong. She smiled and said,
"Hello, Miss Ziyuan!" Ziyuan smiled and said, "So it's Miss Murong. Hello to you too!"

Murong Xiu looked around and sneered, "Lu Zamao, I won't cause you any trouble today. Get
out of my way!" Lu Daoren snorted and said, "Great Murong, you're here to help this kid too?" Upon hearing the name Great Murong, the guards'
expressions changed drastically.

Murong Xiu chuckled coldly and shouted, "It's none of your business what I do!" He pointed at Zhao Pingbo
and yelled, "Hey Zhao, how much silver did you bring?" Zhao Pingbo
was "Where did this scoundrel come from, daring to be so disrespectful to this young master!" Murong Xiu
ignored him, his face still showing a cold smile, and said, "How much silver?"

Shao Fei suddenly drew his sword and pointed it at Murong Xiu, cursing, "Big Murong, you'd better back off in front of the people of our Jingwei
Prince's ! Our young prince spent 100,000 taels of silver to buy Miss Ziyuan,
if you want to force yourself on her..." Before he could finish speaking, Murong Xiu suddenly leaped forward, his movements as swift as a ghost
. With a swift movement of his right hand, he suddenly grabbed Shao Fei's throat and said nonchalantly, "What are you,
babbling to me like that?" He slowly released his grip and leaped backward.

This attack was incredibly unpredictable, catching Shao Fei completely off guard. Startled, he suddenly felt a
tightness in his throat, his body trembled, and he couldn't even hold his sword, which fell to the ground with a thud. His hands
flailed wildly , his eyes bulged as if about to pop out of their sockets, and his mouth opened and closed, emitting incoherent sounds. Those around him
were stunned, and many gasped in shock.

Lu Daoren walked to Shao Fei's side and suddenly struck him three times on the back. Shao Fei gasped for
breath , staggering and unable to stand, his face deathly pale, panting heavily. Murong Xiu laughed,
"Lu Zamao's skill is not weak either." Lu Daoren coldly said, "It's fortunate you held back and didn't snap his
throat."

Wen Yuan saw that Murong Xiu's attack was incredibly fast. Although Shao Fei's skill was inferior to his, he was still
surprised that Murong Xiu had subdued him so easily, almost killing him
. He couldn't help but admire him greatly, thinking, "The name of the Great Murong is well-deserved. His martial arts skills are far beyond my reach. I must strive for even greater improvement in the future." Then he heard Murong Xiu say, "Let me tell you,
this little girl named Ziyuan is my little sister's good friend. Your Jingwei Prince's Mansion wants her? Hehe
, no way! I'm going to redeem her today. What's 100,000 taels of silver?" He clapped his hands as he spoke.

Ten men in coarse clothes stepped forward, each carrying an iron box. They walked up to Murong Xiu
and opened them all at once. In an instant, the ten iron boxes gleamed with silver. It was unknown
how much they were worth. The onlookers stared in disbelief, some shouting.

Murong Xiu announced loudly, "Granny Zhu, here is 100,000 taels of silver, not a penny less. I'll use
that to pay for it all at once!" Granny Zhu, who had been hiding to the side,
beamed with joy at the sight of the ten large chests of silver. However, glancing at Zhao Pingbo's unfriendly expression, she hesitated, fearing the official, and said with a forced smile, "Master Murong
, it was Prince Zhao who paid first..." Murong Xiu waved his hand and cursed, "You old hag, stop nagging
! He paid 100,000 taels, I'll pay 100,000 taels, that's only enough to cover it, not enough." He then reached into his robes, pulled out
a copper coin, and sneered several times.

Wen Yuan whispered, "Xiao Yin, where did you get so much silver?" Little Murong blinked and laughed
, "Ask my older brother, it's none of my business." Suddenly, Murong Xiu stepped forward, holding up a copper coin, and loudly
proclaimed, "Everyone, look carefully, this is one coin. I, your lord, will offer a total of 100,000 taels of silver and one coin to redeem
Miss Ziyuan ." Zhao Pingbo sneered, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Murong Xiu suddenly burst into wild laughter, then his smile vanished, and he said sharply, "Heh heh, you think this one coin
is insignificant ? You..." "Damn it, listen to me! Even if you can come up with ten thousand taels or a million taels of silver,
I 'll still come up with the same amount, plus this one copper coin. No matter how much silver you offer, I'll have one more copper coin than you.
Can you offer more than me? Hmph, a copper coin can drive a hero to his death, and you're not even a hero, just a
worthless bastard. If I'm not happy,
I'll throw this copper coin into your head, so shut your mouth!" With that, he tossed the copper coin into the air, caught it, and burst into laughter.

The onlookers, seeing his arrogance, were either dumbfounded or clapping and cheering. Some, fearing Zhao Pingbo's anger
would be directed at the people, quickly moved aside. Zi Yuan, hearing this string of curses, though finding it rude, couldn't help but
smile and whisper, "Young Master Wen, is this your friend?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "You could say that."

Zhao Pingbo, seeing that the other party didn't take him seriously at all, how could he suppress his anger? He immediately unsheathed
the Li Long Sword and shouted, "Master Lu, I'll lend you the Li Long Sword. Please execute this madman on the spot!"

(Twenty-seven) Wen Yuan was startled,

thinking
, "With Master Lu's high skill level, if he has the Li Long Sword in his hand, that's bad news
. I'm afraid even Brother Murong will have difficulty dealing with him." Just as he was worrying, he suddenly heard Zi
Yuan a word to say?"

Zhao Pingbo was furious, but hearing Zi Yuan's gentle voice, his anger subsided by three points. He turned his head and said, "
What does the young lady want to say?"

Zi Yuan slowly stepped out, glancing around. The street fell silent for a moment. She said, "Though I am a lowly
woman working in a brothel, I know how to maintain my integrity. Your Highness, being of noble birth, should also understand
propriety. I am not feigning virtuousness, but wealth and riches are fleeting, and I have never
been swayed by money or power, as Your Highness has surely heard." Zhao Pingbo remained silent.

Ziyuan continued, "If Your Highness wishes to use money to make me your concubine, I regret that I cannot comply. With Your Highness
's status, finding beautiful women is not difficult; please, have some self-respect. Young Master Wen and the others are acting out of righteousness; please, Your Highness, do not
make things difficult for them, lest you be ridiculed by the world. Since ancient times, nobles who wish to leave a good name must know that power should not be abused
, and influence should not be used to bully others." She then bowed slightly.

As soon as she finished speaking, the surrounding crowd began to murmur, clearly quite dissatisfied with Zhao Pingbo and his group.
Murong Xiu laughed heartily and said, "Little girl, I didn't expect you to be so eloquent. You're not a timid person at all
. You're quite something!" Zi Yuan smiled and said, "You flatter me." Zhao Pingbo's face turned ashen, and he didn't know what to say for a moment
.

Seeing that the crowd was clearly on Zi Yuan's side, Lu Daoren was surprised: "This woman is no ordinary person.
The common people are all on her side. This is truly unexpected." After a moment's thought, he said loudly:
"Young Prince, I am under orders from Your Highness to escort you safely to the capital. To wage war over a woman
would be utterly unwise. Your Highness is a nobleman; if you were to be endangered because of this, I would be willing to die a thousand deaths to atone for it. Let us
set it a day."

Zhao Pingbo had originally planned that Lu Daoren and Yan Tie would join forces to easily kill Wen Yuan and the others, but he hadn't expected
Lu Daoren to say such things, which went against his wishes. He immediately shouted angrily, "Master Lu, are you unwilling to obey orders?" Lu Daoren said, "Although the
Murong brothers are ruthless, I am not afraid of them. I am only worried that they might be detrimental to Your Highness. Young Prince, there are many
beautiful women in the world; why be so fixated on this?" Yan Tie nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "Master Lu is right."

Zhao Pingbo was furious and about to lash out when he suddenly saw Lu Daoren give him a wink. Zhao Pingbo pondered for a moment
, thinking, "The three opponents are all experts. Master Lu probably doesn't want a direct confrontation and has another clever plan. That's right! This
Great Murong won't follow Miss Ziyuan forever; there will always be an opportunity to strike. Let them ransom Miss Ziyuan first,
and we can take her back later. It will save us a lot of money." Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his lips, and he said, "
Since that's the case, I'll do you a favor. Granny Zhu, it's up to you whether Miss Ziyuan stays or goes
."

Upon hearing this, everyone erupted in uproar, whispering amongst themselves: "Why has this young master suddenly become so magnanimous?
" "Miss Ziyuan has spoken ill of him." "Bah, I don't think it's that easy."

Zhao Pingbo mounted his horse and shouted, "Let's go!" Murong Xiu suddenly roared, "
Where going? You little bastard, I still have a score to settle with you. You dared to be disrespectful to my little sister, hehe,
leave your head behind before you leave!" With lightning speed, he suddenly closed in and grabbed at Zhao Pingbo.

Lu Daoren had anticipated his surprise attack. He swiftly parried Murong Xiu's move with his left hand, coldly saying,
"Great Murong, how about we settle this in the capital?" Murong Xiu sneered, "You son of a bitch, get
out of my way!" He swayed, about to overtake Lu Daoren, but Lu Daoren turned and blocked him again,
shouting, "Brother Ke, Brother Shao, protect the young prince!"

Murong Xiu sneered a few times, then shouted sharply, "You old bastard, get out of my way!" With a "whoosh
," Murong Xiu drew his longsword, his wrist flicking, a series of sharp crackling sounds as his sword flashed repeatedly, pressing towards Lu Daoren
.

Lu Daoren drew his sword to block, then shouted, a layer of white mist flashing across his face three times in succession
. Murong Xiu recognized it as the Taoist divine skill "Three Pure Ones Returning to Origin True Technique," and cursed inwardly, "Damn you, you thieving Taoist,
are you going to use your real skills now?" He unleashed four consecutive sword strikes, forming a "mouth-shaped" sword stance.

Lu Daoren glared and shouted, "Great Murong, today I'll show you something powerful!" Before he finished speaking
, his Taoist robe sleeves whistled, and the sounds of clashing swords filled the air, followed by
a dozens of metal fragments flew apart, leaving both men with only half their swords remaining.

Murong Xiu angrily retorted, "You thieving Taoist, do you want to fight to the death?" Lu Daoren remained unmoved, saying, "If you want to
fight, we'll settle this in the capital. I won't be playing today!" With that, he swung his right palm, sending a gust of wind straight
at Murong Xiu , and retreated. Murong Xiu casually deflected the attack with a palm strike, feeling a slight tremor. He snorted and said, "To
the capital ? Heh heh, you want to use the Imperial Mausoleum Sect to kill someone with a borrowed knife?" Lu Daoren sneered and said, "
As long as that Huang Zhonggui doesn't kill you first, this humble Daoist will be waiting for your arrival."

A murderous glint flashed across Murong Xiu's face. He took a step forward, when suddenly he heard Little Murong call out, "Big Brother!"
Murong Xiu hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Lu Zamao, you'd better wash your neck and wait!"

Lu Daoren said nothing more, turned around and walked to Zhao Pingbo's side, mounted his horse, and escorted Zhao Pingbo away.
Zhao Pingbo glanced back, smiled slightly, and rode away. Yan Tie and the others followed behind, and in the
blink were all gone.

Seeing the Jingwei Prince's Mansion members retreat, Xiao Murong smiled at Murong Xiu and said, "Brother, thank you! I'm so
glad you held back and didn't kill anyone." Murong Xiu stamped his foot and angrily said, "You brat, if I had known Lu Zamao was
here, I wouldn't have agreed to this annoying condition." Wen Yuan said, "If someone is killed, the Prince's Mansion will have
a pretext, and then it won't be easy to deal with." Xiao Murong smiled at Wen Yuan and said, "That's right. Anyway, let's
save Miss Ziyuan first, and we can kill them slowly later."

Murong Xiu threw away the broken sword in his hand and shouted loudly, "Granny Zhu, take the 100,000 taels of silver here
, and then let this little girl leave. Little sister, brat, you handle things here, I'm leaving!" Without waiting
for a reply, he turned and ran. Xiao Murong called out, "Brother, wait! Where are you going?"

Murong Xiu stopped and turned back to sneer, "Of course, I'm going to catch up and kill that thieving Taoist!"
After saying that , he turned around again and left without looking back.

Wen Yuan asked, "Brother Murong, are you alright without your sword?" Little Murong shrugged and smiled, "
Don't worry, Big Brother will be fine."

Meanwhile, Granny Zhu had already ordered people to carry the boxes of silver inside. Zi Yuan remained silent and quietly entered
the Water Swallow Tower. Wen Yuan and Little Murong exchanged a glance and followed her in.

Zi Yuan passed through the front hall and arrived at the Bond Pavilion. The pavilion hadn't changed much, except for a large wooden box
—the luggage that Granny Zhu had hastily packed. Zi Yuan opened the box and saw only simple clothes inside
, nothing valuable. She smiled slightly and whispered, "Mother Zhu is very shrewd."

Xiao Murong whispered to Wen Yuan, "Hey, what do you plan to do with Miss Zi Yuan?" Wen Yuan
pondered and said, "I want to send her back to her hometown first to see if she has any relatives left. Miss Zi Yuan,
what's your opinion?"

Zi Yuan whispered, "I'll leave it to Young Master Wen." Saying this, she picked up her pipa, packed
a few sets of , and said softly, "Let's go, we can't stay here any longer." Xiao Murong nodded
and said, "That's right. Those guys left so reluctantly, they might have some ulterior motives. We should leave first
."

Xiao Feng entered the pavilion and smiled, "Sister Zi Yuan, congratulations!" Zi Yuan smiled slightly and said,
"Xiao Feng, do you want to come with me?" Xiao Feng said, "Mother Zhu won't agree." Zi Yuan said:
"I'll go tell Granny Zhu that you can stay with me, and we'll leave together." Xiao Feng was overjoyed and asked,
"Really?" Zi Yuan smiled at Wen Yuan and said, "Young Master Wen, is that alright?" Wen Yuan smiled and said,
"If the young lady is willing, why not?"

The four of them walked out of the pavilion, and Zi Yuan told Granny Zhu. Granny Zhu was initially reluctant, but Xiao Murong secretly slipped her
a few ingots of silver, so Granny Zhu smiled and readily agreed.

The residents of the city knew that Zi Yuan had reformed, and they all flocked to Shuiyan Tower to see her off, crowding the place to the point of being impassable.
Several beggars rushed to Zi Yuan and kowtowed repeatedly. Zi Yuan quickly stepped forward to help her up, saying, "Please don't
do this, everyone. You're making this young lady feel uncomfortable." An old beggar stood up and said respectfully, "Young lady
has always been very kind to us poor beggars. You'll surely have endless good fortune in the future if you leave here today. We're
still so poor today that we can't repay your kindness, so we can only kowtow a few times." The courtesans of Shuiyan Tower
also saw Zi Yuan off, all filled with envy.

Xiao Murong first went to the inn to find Hua Xuan, told him what had happened, and then met with Wen Yuan and the others outside the city.
Just as they met, they suddenly saw a green smoke rising from the northern sky, accompanied by a ring of yellow mist. Little Murong frowned and
said, "Big Brother couldn't catch them and wants us to hurry." Hua Xuan asked, "Where are we going?" Wen Yuan replied,
"We're heading to Xiangyang." Hua Xuan was taken aback and asked, "Why Xiangyang?" Wen Yuan explained, "
To send Zi Yuan back to her hometown first."

Hua Xuan felt a pang of unease and whispered, "Murong and I are going too?" Little Murong
laughed, "Oh, of course! Sister, can you really rest easy if you don't come?" Hua Xuan's face...
Feeling hot, she lowered her head and secretly glanced at Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan then hired two large carts; he and Hua Xuan were in one, while Xiao Murong, Zi Yuan, and Xiao Feng were in the other
, heading west. The driver, seeing a man and four women traveling together, was quite surprised but didn't dare ask, and continued
westward.

(Ten Scenes of Silk (Twenty-Eight))

A
few days later, the group crossed the Yangtze River and entered Anhui Province, arriving at the foot of Mount Jiuhua. Mount Jiuhua is a famous Buddhist
mountain, known as the "Buddhist Kingdom and Immortal City," with temples scattered throughout the mountain and beautiful scenery, its peaks vying for prominence.
The group had now switched to horses, enjoying the scenery as they traveled, feeling relaxed and refreshed.

While traveling, they saw a group of monks sitting upright on the ground, lined up in a row, blocking their path. Hua
Xuan, seeing them from afar, said, "Brother Wen, look! Why are there so many monks ahead?" Little Murong laughed,
"The monks aren't chanting scriptures on the mountain; they've come down here to meditate." Wen Yuan said, "Could they be
subordinates of the Jingwei Prince's Mansion?" Zi Yuan frowned slightly and whispered, "Young Master Wen, should we change our route?" Wen Yuan smiled
and said, "Since they're waiting here, taking a detour won't help. Let's just push our way through."
Little Murong stuck out his tongue and laughed, "First we fight the Taoists, then we run into the monks. Hey, do you think we can win?"

As he spoke, they were already very close to the group of monks. The monks all stood up, and two of them stepped forward,
clearly showing no intention of making way.

Wen Yuan cupped his hands and smiled, "Esteemed monks, please allow me passage." One of the monks, an older one, clasped his hands together and
said, "This benefactor, is your surname Wen?" Wen Yuan replied, "Indeed." The older monk
exchanged a glance with the other middle-aged monk and said, "I have been entrusted by someone to invite Benefactor Wen to our temple. It's not far
ahead ; please follow me."

Wen Yuan noticed the shifty look in the middle-aged monk's eyes and sensed something amiss. He said, "The one who asked you to
invite me , could it be the Prince Zhao of the Jingwei Prince's Mansion?" The older monk's beard twitched as he stared at Wen Yuan and said, "
Since Benefactor Wen already knows, it's best not to hide it. As long as this Zi Yuan benefactor stays, I will not make things difficult for
you."

Little Murong scolded, "How can you be so shameless in the Buddhist order? Isn't this a violation of the precept against lust?"
"The middle-aged monk shouted, "We're just following orders, we can't concern ourselves with such things!" He stepped forward,
suddenly leaped up, and threw a punch at Wen Yuan's head.

The punch was powerful, and Wen Yuan didn't want to take it head-on, so he flipped to the left and landed lightly. The
old monk shouted, "Attack!" The monks, some wielding clubs and others holding knives, rushed forward all at once.

Wen Yuan cried out, "Junior sister, protect Zi Yuan!" He dodged the middle-aged monk's two punches,
drew his , and counterattacked. More than thirty monks surged forward like a tide, immediately surrounding Wen Yuan
, while several more monks rushed towards Zi Yuan, Hua Xuan, and the others.

Hua Xuan brandished his silver whip, forcing back the attacking monks one by one. He felt that their skills were mediocre, and with a few casual lashes
, six monks had already fallen to the ground. Seeing that the monks' martial arts were mediocre, with only the old monk and the
middle-aged monk being difficult to deal with, and fearing for Wen Yuan's safety, Xiao Murong drew his short sword and nimbly darted into the group
. He swayed left and right, closing in behind the old monk, thrusting his sword forward and shouting, "Bald monk, take this!"

The two monks were already locked in a fierce attack on Wen Yuan when Xiao Murong's sword arrived. The old monk had no choice but to block, sidestepping
and swinging his arm. Suddenly, a cloud of red swept towards Xiao Murong's right arm. Xiao Murong dodged, clearly seeing it was a
large red kasaya (Buddhist robe). The old monk let out a low shout and began to wield the kasaya, the wind howling fiercely, its power surprisingly formidable. Xiao Murong
thrust his sword forward, but the kasaya, woven from some unknown material, was incredibly slippery and resilient, and he couldn't pierce it. Xiao Murong was startled
. The robe suddenly shifted its position, descending directly over her head. She quickly dodged, thinking, "What kind of strange
skill ?"

Both monks were skilled fighters from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect. The older monk's Dharma name was Jian, and the middle-aged monk was his junior brother, whose Dharma name
was Jianzeng. The two monks were originally bandits in the area. Later, they joined the Imperial Mausoleum Sect, shaved their heads to become monks to avoid attention, and
lived in seclusion in Mount Jiuhua, leading a group of monks. They did not practice Buddhism, occupied a temple as a stronghold,
colluded and committed all sorts of illegal acts. This day, they received orders from the heir of the Jingwei Prince's Mansion to intercept Wen Yuan and his group
. After discovering their route, they led their men to intercept them.

They saw this robe-wearing skill, originally a soft whip martial art, but after becoming monks, they used the robe as a weapon
, capable of both covering and wrapping, making it even more bizarre. Seeing his strange moves, Xiao Murong wondered what was so unusual about them, so she
wandered around aimlessly, engaging him

in a game of cat and mouse. Meanwhile, Jianzeng also drew his weapon—a large string of finely forged steel prayer beads, extremely heavy, clearly indicating his
immense strength. His moves also followed the style of a soft whip, but the prayer beads formed a circle, adding another layer of power. Wen Yuan,
wielding his sword, held his own.

Suddenly, Jianzeng roared, swinging his prayer beads directly at Wen Yuan's sword. Wen Yuan parried,
and suddenly the prayer beads spun around, seemingly encircling the sword. Jianzeng shouted, twisting his arm, and the prayer beads suddenly
locked together in a series of clanging sounds, dozens of iron beads firmly gripping the sword, the blade wedged between the beads.
Wen Yuan was startled, thinking, "Good heavens, these prayer beads can be used like this!"

Jianzeng was overjoyed, pulling the prayer beads with his right hand while slashing out with his left. Wen Yuan's
mind
raced. He released his sword, ducked low, and swept his right leg across Jian Zeng's shin. Jian Zeng, his rosary beads still wrapped around his sword, aimed directly at Wen Yuan's kick. With a loud "bang," half of the rosary beads crashed to the ground, sending
dust flying. The sword was instantly severed by the tightly packed iron beads. However, Wen Yuan's aim was perfect.
He deflected the kick halfway, missing it. As soon as the beads hit the ground, his left leg followed through, striking with
lightning speed . The force of Wen Yuan's kick shattered Jian Zeng's right shinbone.

Jian Zeng, writhing in pain, fell to the ground. Enraged, he swung his rosary beads wildly, sending a shower of sword fragments
flying like countless hidden weapons. Wen Yuan rolled away, leaping to his feet and dodging all the attacks
. He thought to himself, "His leg is broken. As long as I guard against his prayer bead attacks, he's nothing to fear!"

Wen Yuan's agility was superior to Jian Zeng's, and now Jian Zeng couldn't get up. Wen Yuan surrounded him
, launching a series of palm strikes, leaving him only able to parry. Coupled with the excruciating pain in his leg, he became enraged and, in a fit of rage,
poured all his power into his prayer beads, which he then flung at Wen Yuan.

The force of this throw was astonishing. The 108 prayer beads danced rapidly in a circle, like a whirlwind and a roar, hurtling towards Wen Yuan
with a bridge maneuver, facing...
He jerked his head back. A circular ring flashed past his face in an instant, the wind whipping his sleeves. A muffled
thud followed by a bloodcurdling scream. Wen Yuan was startled, rose, and looked back. He saw
that the hundred and eight prayer beads, spinning like lightning, had struck his back repeatedly. He immediately coughed up blood
and collapsed dead.

Little Murong was also startled. He had seen the monk's robe spread out, creating layers of protection
around him, and his sword tip was deflected whenever it
touched him. He was at a loss, but then the monk's desperate attack was too powerful. It didn't hit Wen Yuan, but it shattered the robe's protective barrier. With his skill, he should have been able to sense
the prayer beads flying towards him, but the sound of the robe's wind hindered his ability to pinpoint their location. By the time the prayer beads were close enough to pierce the air
, it was too late. Although he was unafraid of Xiao Murong's short sword, he never expected to die by
the blade of his own people.

Seeing the monk's great shock, he struggled to get up, but Xiao Murong swiftly approached and whispered, "Namo
Amitabha Buddha, please return to the Western Paradise!" The monk, exhausted and unable to resist, raised his sword
and followed his senior brother.

(Twenty-nine chapters) The remaining monks

,
seeing the two monks die one after another, dared not fight again and fled in panic. Hua Xuan wielded his silver whip,
rushing forward like a whirlwind. Wherever the whip struck, the monks were wounded and fell to the ground; not one could escape.

Wen Yuan glanced at the monks lying on the ground and said, "If we continue like this, we'll likely encounter more obstacles."
Xiao Murong casually wiped the blood from his sword onto the monk's robe and said, "Let's take a side path."
Zi Yuan sighed and whispered, "These two masters died unjustly." Xiao Murong said, "These
wicked monks were accomplices to the tyrant; they weren't good people to begin with. Their deaths are just that—deaths. What injustice is there?"

To avoid encountering Zhao Pingbo's men, the group quickened their pace, choosing secluded paths. After ten
days or so, they encountered no further obstacles. The journey was uneventful, and they arrived in Xiangyang Prefecture.

The group entered Xiangyang City, with Zi Yuan leading the way. They arrived at a large house on West Street. The
house was magnificent, but somewhat dilapidated. Zi Yuan gazed at the gate and whispered, "This is it."
She knocked, and the door creaked open, but there was no response from inside.

Seeing that Zi Yuan seemed somewhat dazed, Wen Yuan exchanged glances with Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong, remaining silent. Zi Yuan
slowly walked into the courtyard and entered the inner hall, followed by Wen Yuan and the others. The room was cluttered and somewhat empty
, clearly uninhabited for a long time.

Zi Yuan gently touched the back of a wooden chair in the hall, her fingers dusty. She sighed softly and
turned to walk towards the back corridor. Wen Yuan and the others followed, entering a room that appeared to be a woman's
boudoir. Zi Yuan, holding a dusty paulownia wood pipa, sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

With a "thud," Zi Yuan plucked the pipa, producing a clear sound. She closed her eyes and murmured,
"Four years...four years..." Gently plucking the strings, the melody gradually became disordered, neither quite a tune nor a melody.
Zi Yuan trembled, the music stopped, and she buried her head in her arms, leaning against the pipa, her shoulders trembling slightly, as if
she were sobbing.

Wen Yuan, unable to bear the sight, whispered, "Miss Zi Yuan!" Zi Yuan shook her head weakly and
said softly, "I'm fine." She put her pipa aside, stood up, and tears welled in her eyes.

Zi Yuan then went out of the room to the backyard, pushed open a wooden door, and inside was a wooden loom—
a weaving workshop. Wen Yuan and the other three followed. Zi Yuan whispered, "My mother used to weave brocade here
..." As she spoke, she gently stroked the loom, lost in memories.

Hua Xuan, with a soft heart, also felt a pang of sadness seeing Zi Yuan like this, thinking of her deceased parents.
She quietly left the server room and strolled leisurely in the backyard, thinking, "I still have Senior Brother Wen and Senior Brother Xiang, but
Sister doesn't even have a single relative. Hmm, Senior Brother Wen should spend more time with her, but...sigh,
won't Sister Murong be jealous?"

As she pondered, she glanced down and suddenly noticed a pool of blood under the bushes not far away.
Everyone's mood was heavy, and the bloodstain was difficult to spot in the shadows. Hua Xuan was startled and followed
the bloodstain her heart filled with suspicion, and was about to push aside the bushes to investigate.

Just as she stretched out her hand, a whooshing sound rang out, and a steel knife suddenly slashed out from the bushes, straight at her
, the blade's wind powerful and its momentum extremely fierce. Hua Xuan cried out in alarm, "Ah!" Without thinking, she dodged backward
, her feet quickly pushing off the ground, her body flying backward. With a "swoosh," the blade sliced off a piece of her right sleeve
, narrowly escaping being stabbed. A bald, giant man charged out, his face splattered with blood, his clothes tattered and
riddled with wounds. He roared wildly, "Damn it, come at me! I'm not afraid of you!" His
steel blade slashed and hacked haphazardly.

Hua Xuan was startled and instinctively lashed out with his silver whip, shouting, "Senior Brother Wen, come quick! There's a madman!"
Wen Yuan and Xiao Murong, hearing the commotion, rushed over. Seeing the terrifying appearance of the giant, they were both greatly astonished.

The giant was clearly badly injured; his steps were unsteady, and although he wielded his blade with great force, his movements were erratic and he was
merely swinging wildly. Hua Xuan swung his silver whip, knocking the steel blade from his hand. The whip coiled and twisted,
wrapping around the giant's right foot, pulling him to the ground. Unexpectedly, the giant was extremely fierce; he leaped
up again, still roaring wildly, and pounced. Wen Yuan stepped forward and swiftly struck, slapping the giant's shoulder several times. The heavily injured
giant couldn't dodge and collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and anger.

Zi Yuan and Xiao Feng also came out to check, and were equally astonished to see the giant. Wen Yuan asked, "Miss Zi Yuan
, is this person from your household?" Zi Yuan looked closely and shook her head, "No."

The giant gasped for breath, then suddenly his eyes rolled back, and he fainted. Wen Yuan checked his pulse and said,
"His external injuries are severe, but he hasn't suffered many internal injuries; he's just exhausted." Xiao Murong parted the bushes and
frowned, "There's another one here, unconscious."

Wen Yuan moved the man out; he was a emaciated middle-aged man with a unkempt beard, several
wounds, and was unconscious. Wen Yuan thought to himself, "Who are these two? Could they be sent by Zhao Pingbo again?
I should find out first." He leaned the giant against a cypress tree trunk, patted several acupoints on his chest, and
sent his internal energy to them. The giant shuddered, opened his eyes, and looked at Wen Yuan and his group.

Wen Yuan said, "Brother, what brings you here?" The giant stared wide-eyed and suddenly shouted sharply.
"You dog, kill me if you want, why say anything more!" Hua Xuan shouted, "How can you be so rude
! Senior Brother Wen saved you, how can you curse him like that?"

The giant man roared, "You lackeys, if you want to claim credit with that old thief Zhao, then go ahead and fight! Come on!
" He continued to curse, clearly not listening to Hua Xuan at all. Zi Yuan sensed something was wrong, squatted down
, and said softly, "Sir, please don't be angry. There must be some misunderstanding. Please calm down and tell me
slowly ."

The giant man was full of anger, but when he heard her gentle voice, his mind suddenly felt as if it had been refreshed
. He was stunned for a moment before saying, "Who are you? Aren't you one of that old thief Zhao's men?" Zi Yuan said, "Zhao...?
Who is that?" The giant man said, "Naturally, it is Prince Jingwei, Zhao Tingrui."

Wen Yuan smiled. "We had a falling out with Prince Jingwei's son just over half a month ago, and we even fought.
How could we be with them?" The giant man was half-believing and half-doubting. "Really?" Wen Yuan said, "Absolutely true
. Are you perhaps an enemy of the Prince's mansion?"

The giant man hesitated for a moment and said, "Since you are not Zhao Laozhe's lackeys, then I, Tong
, have been reckless. Farewell." He reached out to help the thin man, but he found himself too weak to lift him up, and he couldn't even stand up himself
.

Seeing that the man's wounds were still bleeding and he seemed about to collapse at any moment, Zi Yuan felt uneasy and
said "Young Master Wen, could you perhaps save them?" Wen Yuan, seeing that the giant man's injuries were indeed serious, thought to himself, "
It seems these two were injured by the Zhao Prince's men. I wonder what happened? It would be good to find out." He immediately
stepped , picked up the thin man, and said, "Miss Zi Yuan, let them go to their room to rest." Zi Yuan nodded
, went into the room, found a bed, cleaned it up, and had Wen Yuan place the thin man on it. The giant man struggled
to walk in and followed, seemingly uneasy, tightly gripping his steel knife.

Wen Yuan used his fingers to seal acupoints, stopping the bleeding from the thin man's wounds, and said, "This brother also suffered external injuries
, which should be nothing serious, but his blood and energy are extremely weak, and he needs to recuperate for a while." The giant man just stared at Wen Yuan,
breathing rapidly.

Zi Yuan asked, "Mr. Tong, what exactly is going on? How did they end up hiding in the backyard of my humble abode?"
The burly man turned to look at Zi Yuan. He didn't want to say much, but seeing her sincere expression and the lack of any cunning
, he thought to himself, "They really aren't Zhao the old scoundrel's men, otherwise they wouldn't have bothered to save my second brother. This young man and
the woman wielding the whip seem to be top-notch fighters. They say they've fought with that dog surnamed Zhao. I don't know if it's true or not,
but if it is, we might be able to get their help to get through this crisis. Even if we're fooled, it's just
death, isn't it the same?"

Having made up his mind, he immediately sheathed his steel sword at his waist and said, "My brother and I are deeply grateful for your
help. We will repay you in the future. I am Tong Wanhu, the chief of the White Tiger Stronghold in Zhao County
. This is my second brother, Ding Ze." He then pointed to the skinny man.

Little Murong hummed in agreement and said, "So it's Chief Tong. It's quite
rare to find someone who has left the stronghold to come here." Tong Wanhu glanced at her sideways and said, "I didn't realize you were also a member of the martial arts world." Little Murong smiled and
said , "That's true, but it hasn't been many years. Even if I told you my name, I doubt many people in the martial arts world would know it.
" Wen Yuan smiled slightly, thinking to himself, "If I told you Xiao Yin's name, I'm afraid very few people would know it, but
her nickname is another story."

The group exchanged names. Tong Wanhu didn't think much of it when he saw Wen Yuan and Hua Xuan, but when he heard that the
girl was one of the "Big and Little Murongs," he was greatly surprised. He was even more astonished when he heard the name Zi Yuan.

Seeing his strange expression, Wen Yuan laughed and said, "Chief Tong, the affairs of our group are complicated,
so let's put that aside for now. But why is Prince Zhao targeting you?" Tong Wanhu's face suddenly turned angry, and he said, "That
old thief Zhao, hmph... he was afraid I would come looking for him, so he sent people to surround White Tiger Stronghold first..." He then
recounted the story of his falling out with Prince Zhao years ago, and added, "A few days ago, this old thief's daughter was
captured , but unexpectedly, a young man intervened and rescued her. He even fought a fierce battle with the three of us brothers, and managed to get her
away."

Xiao Murong said, "To be able to fight against the three chiefs of White Tiger Stronghold and retreat, this person's martial arts must be extremely powerful?
" Tong Wanhu said, "I've never heard of this young man before. His name is Xiang Yang. He's young, but his skills
are truly remarkable."

Wen Yuan and Hua Xuan exclaimed "Ah!" at the same time, both greatly surprised. Tong Wanhu asked, "What
?" Hua Xuan said, "That's my eldest brother! How could he be with the Prince's mansion?" Wen Yuan also said, "My
eldest brother is a man of principle; he would never help that Prince Zhao. How could this be?"

Tong Wanhu looked at the two men with a mixture of surprise and doubt, and said, "Whether this kid is with that old scoundrel Zhao is
hard to say , but seven or eight days after they escaped, a large contingent of soldiers attacked the stronghold, along with several
members of the Imperial Mausoleum Sect. We couldn't withstand them and abandoned the stronghold, fleeing south. A few days ago, we were pursued and
lost contact my second brother has also been half-dead by those bastards from the Imperial Mausoleum Sect..."

Wen Yuan Qi asked, "What Chief Tong said about the expert from the Imperial Tomb Sect being a woman?" Tong Wanhu nodded
, "That's right, a woman. That bitch is practically a demon! Damn it, my second brother fell for her trick and almost died
at her hands..."

Just then, a very charming female voice, faint and indistinct, came from outside: "
Master , are you here? Second Master Ding is here too, right? I haven't had my fill yet, why did I run away?
Hehe, come out quickly!"

The woman's voice was so seductive that it seemed to have a magical power, captivating everyone in the room except for Ding Ze,
who was unconscious . Everyone felt unsettled and slightly dizzy. Tong Wanhu's face turned pale, and he shouted, "She's here again
! Damn it, damn it!" He hurriedly drew his steel knife, but the force caused a sharp pain in his wound, and he almost dropped the knife
. Wen Yuan quickly composed himself, thinking, "This woman's voice is so eerie, could she really be a female demon?" A

fragrant 　　breeze wafted from the back corridor, and a group of men in blue robes escorted a woman in red as they rushed in, clearly having followed the bloodstains from the backyard. The woman was about twenty years old, stunningly beautiful, her red dress embroidered with countless patterns, resembling a large red peony. Her eyes were alluring, her figure graceful, and her face exceptionally beautiful, with a captivating allure in her eyes and , her smile possessing a bewitching charm. 　　The woman glanced at Ding Ze on the bed and said with a seductive smile, "Oh, Second Master Ding, so you're already lying down..."

"Wait here for me, how wonderful!" She moved gracefully towards the bedside.

Tong Wanhu gripped his steel knife tightly and whispered, "Brother Wen, this vile woman is called Kang Qiyue, also
known as 'Embroidered Fairy.' She's skilled with hidden weapons, so be careful!" Upon hearing this, Wen Yuan remembered something and
said to Kang Qiyue, "Your surname is also Kang? Your sect has a 'Wind and Moon Flute Immortal' named Kang Chufeng. Could he be a relative of
yours ?"

Kang Qiyue stopped and her gaze swept over Wen Yuan. She smiled and said, "This young master is quite handsome.
So you know my brother. How should I address you, young master?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "My
surname is Wen, and my given name is Yuan. Some time ago, I had the pleasure of exchanging musical ideas with your brother, but unfortunately, we didn't get to enjoy ourselves as he
left in a hurry. It's truly a pity." His words sounded nice, but they didn't tell the whole story. The musical exchange was
pleasant to listen to , but in reality, Kang Chufeng's flute playing was disrupted by his zither music. It was a pity, but the real regret was that they couldn't capture this person
; only Ren Jianqing delivered two kicks to him.

Kang Qiyue, suspicious, asked, "My brother was injured not long ago. When did you meet him, Young Master Wen
?" Wen Yuan replied, "That's quite a coincidence. I
met him the night my brother was injured." Kang Qiyue was taken aback, then giggled sweetly, "I see. I was just thinking your name sounds familiar.
You must be the virtuoso musician my brother mentioned."

Wen Yuan said, "I wouldn't dare. Your brother was rather improper in his conduct. A friend of mine gave him a little stern talking-to
." Kang Qiyue giggled, saying, "In that case, Young Master Wen is quite the gentleman.
I'm far more improper than my brother. Would you like to teach me a lesson too?" Her voice was unusually sweet and seductive
, each word seemingly alluring. Wen Yuan was momentarily captivated. Somewhat unsettled, she quickly forced herself to calm down before saying
, "If you, young lady, intend to make things difficult for these two chieftains, I cannot help but intervene."

Kang Qiyue glanced at Hua Xuan and the other four women and smiled, "These four young ladies must all be
the confidantes of Young Master Wen? Young Master Wen is quite remarkable, he must be extremely capable, hehe, I would also like to
learn from him."

Wen Yuan, finding her words somewhat strange, placed his hand on his sword hilt and said, "Miss Kang, can you use a weapon?"
Kang Qiyue giggled, "Young Master Wen, you've got it wrong, haven't you? How could a weak woman like me engage
in such fighting and killing? Master Tong, please tell me, how did Master Ding and I decide the outcome of our battle?"

Tong Wanhu's face turned pale and then red, unable to speak, his expression extremely strange. Hua Xuan said
, "Chief Tong, say something!" Tong Wanhu looked troubled, glanced at Ding Ze, and said, "
This matter ... is really somewhat dishonorable for my second brother."

Kang Qiyue said, "Alright, I'll ask Third Master Guo to come and explain. Xiao Qi, why don't you invite Third Master Guo
?" A man in blue retreated to the back of the corridor. Tong Wanhu called out, "You... is Third Brother Guo in your hands?
" Kang Qiyue smiled but did not answer. The man then entered the room, bringing a fat, burly man
before . Although the fat man was not bound by ropes, his lower body was unsteady, as if his vital points had been sealed, and he could not exert any strength
.

Tong Wanhu cried out, "Third brother, are you alright?" The fat man was Guo Degui
, the third leader of White Tiger Stronghold. He shouted, "Big brother, you've finally come! Save me! Save me!" Tong Wanhu was slightly relieved to hear that Guo Degui still had some strength in his voice. He
then shouted sharply, "You wretch, release my third brother!"

Kang Qiyue parted her lips slightly, smiling seductively. She gently raised her little finger to her lips and
said in a coquettish voice, "Third Master Guo, am I that scary? Do I want to leave that badly? Please come here, come on!"
Her voice was so seductive that Wen Yuan and the others were all shaken and confused. Only Tong Wanhu was
terrified. He shouted, "Third brother, don't be fooled! Run over here!" Before he finished speaking, he was already making a move to rush over
. However, he was weak from his injury and could not take a steady step.

Guo Degui, naturally lustful, was captivated by Kang Qiyue's seductive advances. He stared at her intently, momentarily forgetting
his impending doom, his breath escaping his nostrils. Truly, he was mesmerized by her beauty, and he took a few steps forward.
Kang Qiyue her eyes half-closed, said sweetly, "Third Master Guo, you must be very unhappy that I captured you?"
Guo Degui's small eyes narrowed to slits, his mind hazy, and he casually replied, "Yes." His voice
held no trace of anger.

Kang Qiyue smiled broadly and said, "Hmm, Third Master Guo, how about I give you a chance? Let's have
a contest. If you can convince me, I'll spare your life." Guo Degui asked, "
What ?"

Kang Qiyue gently lifted a strand of hair behind her neck and smiled seductively, "Third Master Guo, do whatever you want,
but don't hold back, hehe!" Her posture was incredibly alluring. Guo Degui's eyes slowly widened, seemingly bewildered.

Wen Yuan was also taken aback, thinking, "What's going on?" Hua Xuan's pretty face turned red, and she whispered,
"Sister Murong!" Little Murong hurriedly shook her head and whispered, "Don't ask me... I don't know either."
Only Zi Yuan's face darkened, and Xiao Feng looked on, feeling quite embarrassed.

Guo Degui, seeing Kang Qiyue's seductive charm, was momentarily blinded by lust, as if possessed. He did
n't even think that he was already a captive, and with a strange cry, he pounced on her. Kang Qiyue didn't dodge or resist, letting
him pin her to the ground.

Wen Yuan was immediately startled and whispered, "Chief Tong, could it be that they want to compete in...that..."
Tong Wanhu gritted his teeth and sighed, "That's right, this slut used her bedroom skills to make my second brother
like this." Hua Xuan heard this and was both shocked and ashamed, cursing, "How can this woman be so shameless!"

Kang Qiyue seemed completely unconcerned about the onlookers, letting Guo Degui frantically grope and grab at her, tearing off her clothes
piece by piece. Guo Degui's eyes were bloodshot, and he only regretted that he couldn't muster the strength in his hands, otherwise
he would have torn off her clothes in a few strokes.

In just a moment, Guo Degui had stripped Kang Qiyue naked, revealing her beautiful and alluring
skin. Kang Qiyue gasped, "Ah...hurry up...come on..." Guo Degui
growled, ripping open his shirt, turning her around, and pulling her tightly into his arms. He kneaded
her full breasts without any tenderness, as if trying to squeeze something out.

Kang Qiyue's face was flushed with desire, her moans rising and falling, fueling
Guo Degui's burning lust. His hands, devoid of restraint, squeezed Kang Qiyue's beautiful breasts until they were
deformed , his thick fingers seemingly trying to dig into her chest, squeezing out glimpses of her soft, white skin.

But then they heard Kang Qiyue moan, "Mmm... Third Master Guo... Again... Ah... Give it your all...
Ouch! You... You're even better than Second Master Ding... Ahh!" Guo Degui, hearing this, was greatly encouraged and
squeezed and hugged her even more forcefully, his hands moving all over her body. To the onlookers, all they saw was a beautiful woman being pressed down by a large mound of flesh, even
her fair skin seemed to be covered with a layer of oil, the scene extremely lewd. "

Ah... Third Master Guo, down there... Mmm... This servant wants it..." Kang Qiyue's voice was sweet and seductive, even her group of followers couldn't resist, let alone Guo Degui, who was in the midst of it all? He squeezed Kang Qiyue's breasts haphazardly with his right hand, and his left hand reached between her thighs, touching a patch of damp soft hair. His fingers felt warm and soft, arousing his lust. He rubbed a short, blunt thumb on her pink patch for a moment, then pressed it in hard. 　　"Mmm!" Kang Qiyue tilted her head back sharply, biting her lower lip, her eyes revealing an indescribable pleasure. Guo Degui thrust forcefully inside, his thick flesh moving , bending and pressing, then roughly pumping in and out. His fists outside also pounded against the skin between her legs, sending tiny sprays of water flying. 　　Kang Qiyue placed her hands on Guo Degui's palms, increasing his force, panting softly, her red tongue pressed against her lips, fine beads of sweat appearing on her face. Guo Degui's lower body was already swollen to its limit. His thumb suddenly dug into the inner wall, forcefully pulling it out. 　　Kang Qiyue trembled, weakly saying, "Ah...ah...ah...Third Master Guo , is it finally coming? I...have been waiting for so long..." 　　Guo Degui's face was contorted with rage. He grabbed Kang Qiyue with one hand and unbuckled his belt with the other, revealing something . While it would be accurate to say he was covered in fat, this part of him was unusually thick, likely due to his lustful nature; this was the part he used most frequently. His swaying belly was responsible for intake but not output, while this thing was responsible for output but not intake—a complete reversal. 　　Guo Degui had long forgotten his fear of being abducted. Seeing a woman as beautiful as a fairy at his mercy, he only wanted to lord it over her and had no other thoughts. He suddenly pushed Kang Qiyue down. As soon as Kang Qiyue's hands touched the ground, her buttocks were lifted high, and a few drops of water dripped from the ground, like two clumps of white snow melting in the spring warmth, beautiful and erotic. Guo Degui shouted, "Whoosh!" and thrust forcefully, his belly fat cushioning her alluring body, his lower body ruthlessly plunging into her flower bush. 　　"Ah! Hmm... Hmm... Coming... Very good... Hmm..." Kang Qiyue seemed to be , her interest burning, constantly emitting seductive breaths, allowing Guo Degui to ravage her in debauchery. Guo Degui was overjoyed , like he was in paradise, roaring and shouting like a ferocious beast. The beautiful body's wild response made his blood boil . 　　After thrusting dozens of times, he suddenly felt his dantian relax, as if something had been suddenly lost, and his essence rushed out like a bottomless pit , "plop plop," entering Kang Qiyue's body, overflowing and dripping onto the ground. Guo Degui's facial muscles twitched, seemingly extremely surprised but also bewildered. 　　Upon seeing this, Tong Wanhu clenched his fists and muttered under his breath, "Damn it!" His tone even carried a hint of fear.

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