Purple and Green Twin Beauties

Spring comes early to Jiangnan in the seventh

month, the grass grows tall and lush. In the slanting sunlight of March, a slight chill still lingers in the air, mornings and evenings. On the main road from Fifty Heng Street to Xiaguan Gate in the suburbs of Jiangning, pedestrians are few and far between, treetops sway, a gentle breeze stirs, and the silence is profound. Suddenly, a wild goose takes flight, and in the distance, the faint sound of hooves can be heard. A moment later, a spotted donkey appears, carrying a stunningly beautiful young woman.
She is young, charming, lively, and cheerful, possessing an alluring quality. She wears a fitted pinkish-green suit, and at her waist hangs an antique, weathered short sword. The scabbard is made of bronze, engraved with two characters: "Tai'a." This young woman is none other than Xinyi.

After spending two days in Jiangning, Xinyi remembered what Biyan had told her earlier. She got up early, dressed herself, paid for her room, and rode her flowery donkey out of the Xiaguan Gate in the north of Jiangning. She traveled slowly northwards, enjoying the scenery along the way, and soon arrived at the Qinhuai River in Yangzhou.

The Qinhuai River was bustling with pleasure boats, filled with the sounds of music and laughter, a testament to the splendor of the Six Dynasties. It was only evening, but many wealthy young men were already there, seeking pleasure. Xinyi walked to the riverbank and saw that each boat had a sign with its name on it. Some boats were brightly lit, filled with laughter, while others had their lights off. Xinyi noticed one boat moored near the shore, unlike the others which were lined up one after another, and its lights were still on. She looked at it more closely.

The window of that boat was open, and Xinyi stood on the bank for a while, but there was no laughter inside. After a while, a child's head, about three or four years old, suddenly climbed out of the window. The little girl saw Xin Yi and waved to him with a smile. Xin Yi saw that he had big, bright eyes and a very cute smile, so he waved back. The child also waved and jumped around excitedly. Suddenly, the child slipped, cried out, and fell into the river. Xin Yi saw this and quickly shouted for the boatman.

After a while, a country man, about forty years old, bald, with scars on his cheeks, and a very strong build, came out from the stern. He looked worried and asked with a frown, "What's wrong?"

Xin Yi pointed to the water and said, "A child has fallen in. You must hurry and save him! "
The bald, strong man looked out the window and saw the child's head getting further and further away from the boat. He hurriedly shouted, "What happened? How did the child fall in?"

As he spoke, the bald, burly man rolled up his trousers and jumped into the water. Fortunately, the water wasn't deep as it was close to the shore, and he quickly rescued the child.

The bald, burly man placed the child upside down on his lap, and the child coughed up a lot of water. Then, an elderly woman, about eighty years old, came out from the aft cabin and said to the bald, burly man, "Standing here so late, be careful not to catch a cold." She then turned to look at the child and said to the bald, burly men, "Where did this child come from? He's made the boat filthy. Get him out of here quickly.

" The bald, burly man frowned slightly and said to the old woman, "Mom, why are you like this? This is your grandson! How can you not remember him? Sigh!"

Before the old woman could answer, the bald, burly man suddenly stood up, bowed to Xinyi, and thanked her, saying, "This young lady saved my son's life. I am poor and have no way to repay her. Please come aboard, young lady, and I will offer you a cup of tea to express my gratitude!"

Xinyi had intended to leave after seeing the child rescued, but seeing the bald, burly man's distressed expression and the old woman's apparent mental instability, curiosity and pity arose within her. So she agreed, tied her donkey to a willow tree on the bank, and at that moment, the bald, burly man poled the boat to the shore and lowered the gangplank. Xinyi then boarded the boat.

The boat contained only a small table and two footstools, and it looked rather dilapidated. Soon, the bald, burly man served tea, repeatedly expressing his gratitude. As he spoke, he knelt down. Xinyi quickly helped the bald, burly man to a chair, but he continued to thank her profusely.

Xinyi said, "Brother, I can tell you are an honest man ." However, her face was clouded with sorrow, as if she had some worries. "If you don't mind my youth and lack of experience," she said, "why don't you tell me? We can discuss it."

The bald, burly man listened, his eyes reddening, and tears streamed down his face.

It turned out that this man's situation was also exceptionally tragic. His father, Jin Huomu, was originally a tenant farmer in a small village called Wangjiazhuang on the outskirts of the city, living off the meager harvest from his fields. His wife was virtuous, and they had a son, Da Niu, who helped with the farm. In their later years, they had a daughter. Life was hard, but they were happy.

However, the landlord, Master Wang, had taken seven concubines and had taken a fancy to Da Niu's sister. Master Wang sent someone to propose marriage. Da Niu's family naturally refused. Master Wang then summoned his father, offering five taels of silver to take back his land. Da Niu's father naturally refused. Master Wang increased the offer to ten taels. Da Niu's father still refused, saying that his family of six depended entirely on this vegetable garden for food, and Master Wang... "Please, sir," said Master Wang, "why don't you marry your daughter, Ah Xiu, to me? Then we'll be family, I won't take back your vegetable garden, and I'll even give you an extra hundred taels of silver

." Da Niu's father, of course, refused and was severely beaten on the spot. Back home, he collapsed, badly injured. Da Niu was furious and went to confront Master Wang with a hoe, but was beaten by Master Wang's servants, who slashed his face and kicked him. They even falsely accused Da Niu of damaging their antiques and sent someone to the inspector's office to file a complaint. The constables then arrested Da Niu.

Da Niu's wife rushed to the inspector's office to plead her case, but was also thrown out by the constables. The inspector, acting on Master Wang's orders, had Da Niu beaten and tortured until he was on the verge of death. Da Niu's wife visited him in prison and found him covered in blood and unable to speak. She went to Master Wang's house to plead for him, but Master Wang... After being raped by his family, he returned home in a daze and soon hanged himself. Da Niu's father, already old, died soon after, and Da Niu's mother, heartbroken, went mad.

Da Niu's younger sister, A Xiu, seeing no other way, agreed to marry Master Wang as a concubine on the condition that Da Niu be released. Master Wang indeed released Da Niu. On the night of her wedding, A Xiu hid a knife in her sleeve, intending to assassinate Master Wang, but was instead killed by him. Master Wang then sent his servants to the Jin family that very night to capture Da Niu. Fortunately, Da Niu was strong. Although there were many servants, they dared not push him too far due to his fierce nature, allowing Da Niu to escape from Wang Family Village with his mother and young son. Xin Yi,

having heard the whole story, was already filled with righteous indignation. Upon hearing this, she suddenly stood up, slamming her hand down on the table, sending bowls and dishes flying, soup splashing everywhere, and angrily exclaimed, "How could this happen?"

Seeing her furious, Da Niu repeatedly said, "This is absolutely true! "

Xin Yi said, "Where is Wang Family Village? Tell me, and I'll avenge you!"

Da Niu said, "I'm very grateful for your kindness, but you're just a young woman..."

Suddenly, Xin Yi reached out and neatly sliced off a piece of the table corner.

Upon seeing this, Da Niu exclaimed with delight, "So you're a skilled martial artist! Heaven has eyes! Heaven has eyes!" He then shed tears. He said, "Wang Family Village is a day's journey from here. If you don't mind, please rest on my boat tonight. You and my mother can sleep in the aft cabin, and I'll sleep in the fore-stern."

Xin Yi thought she still had many things to ask Da Niu, so she agreed.

That night, Xin Yi shared a cabin with Da Niu's mother and the child, while Da Niu slept on the floor of the fore-stern.
Xinyi thought about Da Niu's family's plight all night, burning with anger, and decided to set off for Wangjiazhuang early the next morning. She tossed and turned until the early hours of the morning before finally falling asleep.

The next morning, before dawn, Xinyi got up. Seeing that Da Niu's mother and son were still fast asleep, she quietly got up and went to the front cabin. Upon arriving, she looked at Da Niu and couldn't help but feel a surge of heat throughout her body, her heart pounding. It turned out that Da Niu, due to his male nature, had naturally become erect in the morning, and his erect penis, over nine inches long, was protruding from his crotch. Xinyi was momentarily captivated, her heart filled with lust, and she stood there, stunned, beside Da Niu.

After a while, Xinyi went outside to wash up, returned to the rear cabin, placed five thousand taels of silver on the table, and was about to leave when she suddenly thought of Da Niu's nine-inch-long penis. Unable to control her desire any longer, she went into the inner cabin, pressed acupressure points on Da Niu's mother and son to induce sleep, took off her outer garment, quietly opened the door, and went to the front cabin.

Xinyi walked to Da Niu's bedside, her beautiful eyes, filled with lust, fixed on him. At this moment, Da Niu had also been awakened by Xin Yi. Seeing her approach, he was naturally surprised, and then, noticing his erect penis, he stammered, "Miss, is there something you need?"

Startled, Da Niu's large penis twitched, and Xin Yi's beautiful eyes were fixed on it. This sight, coupled with her already burning desire, felt like a hammer piercing her heart, intensifying her lust. Pretending to be careless, she dropped her cloak to the ground, revealing her fair legs, slender waist, and full breasts—her snow-white body immediately before Da Niu's eyes. Although Da

Niu was an honest man, he was in his prime, and the desires of men and women were fundamental human needs. How could he resist? Adding to this, Xin Yi's cheeks were like spring flowers, and her eyes were filled with alluring passion; he felt his heart flutter.

Seeing that he didn't move, Xinyi slowly walked forward, her captivating eyes fixed on him without blinking. Suddenly, she lunged forward, grabbing Da Niu's shoulder, panting softly, and leaning against him.

Da Niu, though not made of wood, was also weak at this moment. He gently pushed her away, but accidentally pushed against Xinyi's snow-white, full breasts. His mind went blank again, and Xinyi pushed him away, pinning him to the bed. Da Niu, his reason completely gone, also embraced Xinyi, and the two rolled around on the floor.

Da Niu spread Xinyi's thighs slightly and placed his hand on her tender vulva, rubbing his fingers back and forth between her labia and clitoris, causing Xinyi to feel spasmodic pleasure deep within her legs.

"Mmm! It's so itchy, I'm all wet," Xinyi said coquettishly.

Overwhelmed by the tingling and pleasurable sensation, Xin Yi boldly spread her legs, placing her plump and tender vulva in Da Niu's rough palm. Da Niu played with her inner petals, the love juice flowing from her tender opening wetting his fingers and releasing the scent of a young woman.

"Ah...oh..." With each moan, Xin Yi's love juice gushed forth. Da Niu passionately kissed Xin Yi's neck, his left hand supporting her full breasts, his right hand still roaming between her labia. Overwhelmed by pleasure, Xin Yi moaned repeatedly, gently stroking Da Niu's enormous glans.

Xin Yi moved her rounded, slender thighs in response to Da Niu's actions, completely abandoning her girlish reserve. Da Niu pulled down his trousers and stroked his thick, veiny penis a few times, caressing Xin Yi's long, jade-like legs. Then, grasping Xin Yi's ankles, he gently lifted her legs, finding the pink opening at the slightly protruding part of her vulva. Da Niu used his index and ring fingers to part Xin Yi's moist labia, aligned his glans with the entrance, and slowly inserted his penis, not daring to thrust in forcefully all at once. Unexpectedly, Xin Yi, feeling a tingling sensation, arched her tender opening, and the hot penis entered more than halfway in at once. Xin Yi's vagina tightly gripped Da Niu's penis. Since his wife's death, Da Niu had never experienced sexual pleasure, let alone enjoyed such a tight, tender opening.

Da Niu's penis gently thrust in and out. "Push it in further! It's so itchy inside!" Xin Yi softly moaned, her buttocks arching upwards. Da Niu was no longer as gentle as before; his movements became increasingly rapid, thrusting over two hundred times, each time hitting the very core of her being, the sounds of "plop!" creating a beautiful melody.

After another two or three hundred powerful thrusts, Xinyi's uterus suddenly contracted, her whole body trembled, and a gush of love fluid gushed out. Da Niu's glans also felt a tingling numbness, and white semen shot straight to her core, bringing a blissful sensation.

Exhausted, the two lay on the bed. Soon, Xinyi got up to wash and returned to the rear cabin. She released Da Niu's mother and the others from their sedation, asked Da Niu for directions to Wangjia Village, and then bid him farewell before heading there.

That evening, Xinyi arrived at Wangjia Village, inquired with the villagers about the residence of the landlord, Master Wang, tied her little donkey outside the village, and, using her light-footed skills, went to investigate Master Wang's house at night.

Wang Lusan, the head of Wangjiazhuang, spent the first half of his life as a peddler and a courier. After accumulating some money in middle age, he started a business in Wangjiazhuang. Despite his ruthless and forceful exploitation, he prospered and became incredibly wealthy, owning thousands of acres of land. His name was known throughout the surrounding area, and he was quite the celebrity.

Wang Lusan's first wife died when he was forty-two.
After that, he took seven concubines. Although he was over seventy years old, he was a womanizer, a gambler, and a prostitute.
He also secretly engaged in all sorts of evil deeds.

After quietly leaping into the Wang family mansion, Xin Yi had already made up her mind: "Wang Lusan alone couldn't have committed so many evils. His accomplices all deserve to die. Today, I must show no mercy." She saw five guards drinking and playing dice in the pavilion when a beautiful young woman suddenly jumped over the wall, causing them to stare in astonishment. The guards, seeing the woman's beauty, smiled obsequiously, about to make a suggestive remark. Suddenly, the woman stretched out her hands, shifted her body, and slashed down on the guard's shoulder blade. The guard felt a sharp pain in both shoulders, his shoulder blade shattered. Xin Yi swiftly struck, and in an instant, all five guards were knocked to the ground.

After defeating the guards, Xin Yi grabbed a servant and questioned him, learning the location of Wang Lusan's residence. She then secretly approached the pavilion where Wang Lusan lived. The attic was brightly lit, and the sounds of men and women laughing and joking could be heard. Xin Yi thought it best not to be rash, so she went to the back window of the attic and crouched down, poking a small hole in the paper window to peek inside. It turned out that Wang Lu San had just obtained a dose of aphrodisiac, known as the "golden spear," from an Indian merchant, and was currently having sex with the Fifth Concubine. Xin Yi felt a surge of heat in her heart, but instead of going in immediately, she changed her mind and watched from the window.

She saw Wang Lu San spreading the Fifth Concubine's legs and burying his face between her thighs, licking her vulva intensely. Wang Lu San's tongue was very long, and he kept teasing and sucking on the Fifth Concubine's labia, drawing out all the vaginal fluid, his mouth full of bubbles. Besides licking, he also used his teeth to gently bite the protruding clitoris!

"You...you...you rascal!" The Fifth Concubine seemed aroused; she suddenly broke free from him and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Come here," Wang Lusan licked the foam from the corner of his mouth, revealing a lewd smile.

Fifth Concubine's lower abdomen bulged, her legs slightly parted, revealing her hairy vulva. Her labia were glistening with oil. Although Fifth Concubine was slender, her breasts were disproportionate to her body!

Fifth Concubine's narrow eyes were watery, and she seemed a little impatient: "Hurry up and take out your thing!" Then, she reached out and pinched Wang Lusan's crotch. Wang Lusan unbuckled his belt, and Fifth Concubine let go, causing her pants to fall down. A purplish-red, erect six-inch penis was revealed.

At Wang Lusan's age, his penis shouldn't be able to get erect quickly, but that wasn't the case. Thanks to the drug, his penis immediately became erect. "

Good!" Wang Lusan grinned evilly: "I'll give you a good meal!" He grabbed Fifth Concubine's calves with both hands and pulled them apart! Her legs were spread wide open for him!

Fifth Concubine braced herself against the bed with her hands, raising her lower abdomen as high as possible. Her vaginal opening was wide open, even her clitoris was protruding!

Wang Lusan held her thighs and thrust his penis in hard!

"Oh, oh!" Fifth Concubine let out a soft moan as the penis easily reached its hilt.

Except for her two small testicles, Wang Lusan's entire penis was wet, with plenty of her vaginal fluid flowing out!

Wang Lusan was very skilled in bed; after inserting it, he didn't rush to thrust, but instead let it soak in her warm vagina.

Fifth Concubine groaned softly, "You rascal, move!"

Wang Lusan laughed as he pulled on his penis, "This is a good thing, you'll have to kiss this treasure later!" "
Ah, oh, ah," Fifth Concubine groaned, "Faster, ah, ah!"
His movements quickened, like a bellows.

"Ah, ah," Fifth Concubine bit her lip desperately, her moans carrying outside to Xinyi's

ears Xinyi saw and heard it all, her heart itching, her body gradually heating up. On a whim, she suddenly pushed open the window, leaped into the room, knocked Fifth Concubine unconscious, and used acupressure on Wang Lusan to make him sit on the bed, then pushed Fifth Concubine to the back of the bed.

Just as Wang Lusan was enjoying himself, this sudden turn of events startled him so much that he fainted. Xinyi pinched his philtrum, and he slowly regained consciousness. Upon waking, he saw a beautiful young woman in green standing before him. His heart settled, but then he heard Xinyi say, "I've come for revenge. You must pay the price for what you did to the Jin family at the village entrance today."

Hearing this, Wang Lusan felt a chill run down his spine and almost fainted again, but his erect penis, due to the drugs, remained proudly erect.

Xinyi continued, "But I won't treat you unfairly. I'll compensate you for ruining your fun, making you a libertine ghost."

With that, she released the pressure points on Wang Lusan's head. Then, with a charming smile, she reached out and untied her clothes in front of Wang Lusan. Her clothes slipped down, revealing her fair breasts, slender waist, long legs, and a sparse patch of black hair.

Although Wang Lusan was in grave danger, seeing such a beautiful and alluring young girl's body made his heart race!
"Saying this, Xinyi lifted one leg, revealing her tender, red vulva. Bringing it to Wang Lusan's mouth,

Wang Lusan, seeing this tender vulva, so red and delicate, couldn't resist and kissed Xinyi's vulva.

Xinyi felt a tingling sensation all over her body from his kiss! She immediately felt something warm licking at the entrance of her vulva!

Xinyi trembled and let out a soft moan, simultaneously clenching her vulva a few times, trapping Wang Lusan's tongue inside. Her vulva immediately began to flow with moisture.

After licking like this for a while, Xinyi couldn't hold back any longer, so she squatted down, gripping and squeezing Wang Lusan's penis with both hands.

Wang Lusan's vulva... " With his genitals controlled, he could only let Xin Yi play with his genitals. Xin

Yi held his penis and stroked it for a long time, busy for half a day, but Wang Lusan's penis remained unchanged, erect and pointing upwards.

Xin Yi thought that this old thief probably couldn't ejaculate with just her hands, so she bent down, opened her red cherry-like mouth, and took Wang Lusan's glans into her mouth. Wang Lusan felt a warm, wet sensation, the red lips intimately sucking, the tongue gently teasing, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, but he didn't ejaculate.

Xin Yi's mouth held it tightly, she sucked hard, and her hands were also moving under Wang Lusan's crotch at the same time. Wang Lusan's heartbeat accelerated, his breathing became heavy, and Xin Yi could feel the change from her mouth.

"Almost there! This old thief can't hold back anymore!" She increased the pressure, the speed, and the tightness, but the aphrodisiac from India had a miraculous effect, Wang Lusan's penis only became thicker and harder, but remained unchanged!

At this moment, Xinyi was also aroused. She spat out Wang Lusan's penis, her mouth covered in saliva. She wiped the saliva from her mouth with her hand, looked at Wang Lusan's hard and erect penis, and couldn't help but stand

up. Her snow-white breasts trembled, and she spread her round and slender legs and straddled Wang Lusan. She pressed her warm and moist vulva against Wang Lusan's large glans, and with a thrust of her hips, she inserted most of his penis, making Xinyi open her small mouth but dare not make a sound. Then she began to move up and down.

Xin Yi's vagina was tightly in contact with and rubbing against Wang Lusan's penis. Each thrust produced a pleasurable sensation.

Wang Lusan's penis filled Xin Yi's body, full and satisfying. Every friction and movement of Xin Yi brought her an incredibly intense stimulation. Every pore of her body was filled with a blissful feeling. She closed her eyes, fully enjoying herself, her waist swaying more powerfully, her breasts shaking even more violently.

"Ah ah," she couldn't help but moan.

Xin Yi moved even faster, her hair disheveled, her face flushed, as if she had applied a thousand layers of rouge. Her mind was filled only with thoughts of enjoyment; she had long forgotten her original purpose.

She had reached orgasm! Feeling the radiant pleasure!

Xin Yi couldn't help but moan, her vaginal muscles contracting violently, her whole body exhausted, and waves of vaginal fluid gushing out. Wang Lusan gritted his teeth, then suddenly stopped moving. His glans was deeply embedded in her vagina, his penis throbbing inside her. A gush of semen erupted, scalding Xinyi and making her tremble. She was weak and could only lie on top of Wang Lusan, panting softly. After a while, Wang Lusan's penis slid limply out of Xinyi's vagina. Only then could Xinyi sit up, only to see that Wang Lusan's face was pale, his body trembling and convulsing. A short while later, his body jolted, and he died. It turned out that although the aphrodisiac from India was incredibly effective, it was extremely harmful. He had been acupunctured, and the blockage in his blood vessels made it even harder to withstand. Moreover, he was old, and thus he died

. Xinyi was startled to see Wang Lusan dead, but quickly realized he had died from excessive excitement, and she was relieved. She thought to herself: "This old scoundrel's death saves me the trouble, but he truly became a philanderer."

After dressing, Xinyi noticed a brocade box on the table. Opening it, she found fifty thousand taels of silver notes inside. On a whim, she grabbed it and leaped over the wall, leaving Wangjiazhuang. As for the fifth concubine later being accused of murder for money and suffering imprisonment, that's another matter.

A day later, Xinyi returned to the banks of the Qinhuai River. She gave thirty thousand taels of the fifty thousand taels to Aniu, feeling she had done a good deed. Feeling smug, she rode her little flowery donkey northward. Before leaving, thinking of Aniu's nine-inch-long penis, she couldn't help but feel a surge of lust. She and Aniu made love again on the boat before she reluctantly departed.

Chapter Eight:

The setting sun casts a golden glow, the blue sky shrouded in orange mist.

At Zhonggu Mountain in southern Anhui, the cliffs and boulders below Yujing Peak, washed by the moonlight, appeared like white jade from afar. The grass was as green as flowers, the flowers as green as rings—a truly exquisite scene created by the Creator.

Although it was early summer, a slight chill still lingered in the evening breeze. Suddenly, a figure appeared on the road at the entrance of Tongjia Village. Dressed in green with red lips, her jade-like cheeks were as white as snow, and her beautiful eyes sparkled. She rode a dappled donkey slowly towards Tong Laosi's dilapidated and simple inn near the ancestral hall.

After bidding farewell to Da Niu's family on the banks of the Qinhuai River, Xin Yi slowed her pace and, taking advantage of the late spring scenery, traveled north. That day, she arrived at Tongjia Village at the foot of Yujing Peak. Seeing that the sky was already turning yellow, she decided to stay there for the night.

The small mountain village is home to about two hundred households, most of whom make a living by farming. Because the village population is so small, there's only one small inn, barely surviving by providing tea to the villagers and occasionally catering to travelers.

It's hardly an inn; it only has three rooms, resembling a typical family house with a few wooden planks in the walls. However, these three rooms are never full.

As usual, at sunset, the inn is packed with farmers drinking tea and chatting. The small room, with no more than seven or eight people, is so crowded that even the aisle is blocked. Suddenly,

a young, beautiful, and graceful girl appears at the village entrance, and the once bustling inn falls silent.

The villagers are naturally generous and outgoing, and when they gather together, it's always very lively. Strangely enough, when the villagers suddenly saw the stunningly beautiful young woman before them, they were so astonished that they forgot to speak, their mouths agape, just staring at each other, none of them knowing who this girl in green was. Since

descending the mountain, Xin Yi had long been accustomed to the intense gazes of the men around her, so she didn't pay any attention. She asked the innkeeper, Tong Lao Si, for a pot of tea and sat down at a small table in the lobby. After glancing at Xin Yi a few more times, the villagers began talking loudly again.

Xin Yi hadn't initially paid attention to their conversation, but the villagers kept calling her a lecher and a beast, accompanied by the sounds of them slamming tables and kicking chairs. Intrigued, Xin Yi began to listen more closely.

It turned out that Tongjia Village, usually known for its simple and honest people, had become a place of turmoil for the past two months.

In the past two months, eleven young women in Tongjia Village have been brutally murdered by rapists, including the village chief's two daughters. Three days ago, even the old temple keeper's daughter was raped, stripped naked, and abandoned at the entrance of the ancestral hall. The whole affair has snowballed, even shaking the provincial capital. The police have been given a month to solve the case, but they still don't even know the rapist's age or height.

The villagers, left with no other choice, have resorted to helping each other, but they know the rapist is skilled in martial arts, and even if they encounter him, they are no match. They sigh and lament in the small inn.

Xinyi, hearing this, gritted her teeth inwardly and asked an old farmer sitting nearby: "Uncle, what's the story behind this rapist case? Could you tell me? Perhaps I can do something to help your village!"

The old farmer was taken aback for a moment after hearing this, then burst into laughter. But as he laughed, tears welled up in his eyes. He said to Xinyi, "We appreciate your kindness, young lady, but alas! That lecherous thief is skilled in martial arts and his whereabouts are unpredictable. Even the police can't catch him. You, a delicate young lady, going to provoke him is like a lamb entering a tiger's den! You should rest for the night and leave early tomorrow, far away from this troublesome place." With that, he shook his head, sighed, and left.
Xinyi pressed him for more information, but the villagers didn't
say . Soon after, dinner was served, and the villagers gradually dispersed.

Seeing that the old farmer was unwilling to say more, Xin Yi had no choice but to accept it. She thought his words were well-intentioned, and although she wanted to help, the police and villagers had no leads. For a moment, she was at a loss. So she asked the innkeeper, Tong Lao Si, for a room. After washing up, she poured herself a cup of tea, rested her cheek on her hand, and sat at the table, lost in thought.

Xin Yi pondered for a while but couldn't think of a suitable way to help the simple villagers. She picked up the tea she had just poured, took a small sip, and was immediately alarmed. The tea on the table had been drugged. However, Xin Yi had learned the properties of various drugs from her master since childhood, and with her profound internal strength, even if she had drunk the tea, it would have been like chili water, causing no harm. But then, a thought flashed through her mind, and she had a plan. She smiled slightly, extinguished the candle, and went to bed.

At midnight, a deep darkness engulfed the entire Tongjia Village.

The innkeeper, Tong Laosi, suddenly crept furtively to Xinyi's room, gently knocking on the door and calling out, "Miss! Miss!" After a moment, seeing no response, he quietly opened the door and went inside.

Tong Laosi had a long, narrow face and small eyes. He had silently crept up
to Xinyi, his face twitching involuntarily,
a burning desire raging within him.

He reached out his trembling right hand and gently nudged Xinyi twice, testing if she was asleep.

Xinyi didn't react.

Tong Laosi was completely mesmerized. Standing before Xinyi's bed, mouth slightly open, breathing rapidly, a fire of desire ignited within him. He was like a hungry tiger seeing a helpless lamb; his breathing became heavy and urgent. A terrifying, fiery light shone from his eyes—a light filled with hunger, lust, and lewdness!

Although the room was dimly lit, it was still bright enough to illuminate Xin Yi's beautiful, delicate face. Tong Lao Si carefully turned the sleeping Xin Yi onto her back.

Actually, Xin Yi had woken up when Tong Lao Si knocked on the door. After discovering that the tea on the table was laced with a sleeping potion, she had devised a plan to use herself as bait to lure the lecherous thief to her, then catch him. But now, seeing Tong Lao Si enter, staring at her with such hunger, she was quite surprised. Tong Lao Si clearly didn't know martial arts and couldn't possibly be the mastermind behind dozens of major crimes. However, it wasn't wise to alert him now, so Xin Yi continued to pretend to be asleep, observing the situation.

What a beautiful face she had! Her long, crescent-shaped eyebrows, thick eyelashes, delicate and elegant nose, and rosy, exquisite lips, combined with her originally flawless face, now flushed with a captivating blush, revealed her cloud-like, jade-like arms beneath the silk quilt. Her skin was smooth and delicate, seemingly fragile enough to be broken with a touch! A faint fragrance emanated from the young girl, stimulating and tempting Tong Lao Si's senses.

Tong Lao Si could no longer resist and slowly removed Xin Yi's clothes. Soon, Xin Yi was completely naked! Tong Lao Si saw her even, white skin like solidified cream, her two small, alluring pink nipples on her breasts that could be grasped in one hand, her smooth abdomen, and her long, slender, white legs. Tong Lao Si couldn't help but gently caress her,

uttering soft kisses as he kissed her nipples and navel with his tongue. His hands moved down to her crotch, pressing her clitoris with the back of his palm while rubbing her vulva with his middle finger. Xin Yi suppressed her pleasure. Tong Lao Si's skill with his fingers was simply indescribable. The rhythmic vibrations, like a massage, after pressing on her clitoris sent shivers down Xin Yi's spine. She secretly squinted to see what Tong Lao Si was doing, but unexpectedly, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her soft red lips, instantly making them hot and wet.

Finally, Tong Lao Si's hands rested on her pink vulva, and he lowered his head to kiss Xin Yi's honeypot, licking it fiercely.

Since Xin Yi's sleep was feigned, she knew, of course, that Tong Lao Si was licking her. Xin Yi felt a burning sensation deep within her thighs, the pleasurable sensation from his tongue, and her usually calm heart began to pound. Gradually, she could no longer restrain herself, and her vulva slowly became wet.

Tong Laosi was covered in sweat, burning with lust, and his penis was already hard. He hurriedly took off his clothes, and Xinyi, squinting, saw Tong Laosi's dark, erect penis. Her heart pounded like a deer's. She didn't know what to do. Then Tong Laosi picked up his five-inch-long penis, slightly parted Xinyi's pink labia, and rubbed the head of his penis against the entrance of her vagina.

But then Tong Lao Si took a deep breath and slowly muttered to himself, "Tong Lao Si! Tong Lao Si is truly unparalleled, a top-tier talent. That sleeping potion from Senior Brother Yu Ran of Qianliang Temple is truly effective; no wonder he's never failed me in over ten visits...

" Hearing Tong Lao Si's words, Xin Yi's heart stirred, but Tong Lao Si's glans was rubbing against her entrance, and Xin Yi felt weak all over. She wanted to get up and fight, but her strength was insufficient. The already quiet surroundings became even more desolate. Xin Yi's martial arts skills seemed to have vanished; she was completely like a docile little lamb, at Tong Lao Si's mercy

. The fourth brother clicked his tongue in admiration at Xin Yi's delicate and beautiful vulva, slowly spreading her legs apart. He leered at her exposed honeypot, seemingly still wanting more. He cupped Xin Yi's shapely buttocks in his hands, rubbing his glans between her labia and clitoris.

Under the caress of Xin Yi's tender labia, his glans seemed to swell even more. He pushed his glans away from Xin Yi's labia, then rubbed her sensitive clitoris upwards.

His breathing became increasingly rapid. He slightly raised Xin Yi's buttocks, her tender honeypot seemingly parting slightly. He teased her... Xin Yi's labia minora rubbed together slightly. One moment, he would fully insert his glans into Xin Yi's honeypot. The next, he would rub the glans against Xin Yi's clitoris, busy and enjoying himself immensely. Xin Yi's labia were slippery, the flesh sticky and tight inside. Although only the glans was enveloped, Tong Lao Si was incredibly sensitive, unable to resist rubbing and wiggling it, thrusting in and out repeatedly. Pretending to be

unconscious, Xin Yi couldn't help but moan softly, her shapely buttocks rising and falling with each touch. Xin Yi felt only a tingling, itchy sensation from his rubbing, her lower body almost ready to meet his thrusts.

Tong Lao Si pressed his glans forward gently, squeezing Xin Yi's labia open. Her juices immediately soaked Tong Laosi's glans. Tong Laosi pressed in a little more, forcing Xinyi's lips wider. Tong Laosi groaned, his buttocks retreating slightly before he thrust forward again. Oh, this time half of his penis was inside. Xinyi closed her eyes in pleasure. Tong Laosi thrust in and out two or three more times, but still only half of his penis was inside, not going any deeper.

Xinyi's desire was rising, but she couldn't urge Tong Laosi on. Instead, Tong Laosi shifted his focus, reaching out to knead her white, jade-like breasts, lowering his head to suckle her nipples, causing Xinyi to tremble slightly again. "Mmm... mmm..." she moaned softly.

After a moment, Tong Laosi finally moved, but it was still only half of his penis inside. Xinyi couldn't bear it any longer and arched her buttocks to meet his thrust. Stimulated, Tong Laosi reflexively tightened his buttocks and thrust his five-inch-long penis deep into Xinyi's honeypot, completely plunging it in.

Xinyi inhaled with satisfaction, then slightly opened her eyes, watching Tong Laosi's penis enter her body with seductive eyes. Tong Laosi's penis began to gently thrust in and out, the room filled with lewd sounds.

Tong Laosi's penis was tightly enveloped by Xinyi's honeypot, his lower body feeling an unprecedented pleasure, reaching the peak of comfort. He lowered his head and breathed heavily in Xinyi's ear. Tong Laosi, being a lecherous man, was defeated. After dozens more thrusts, a jolt of electricity shot through his lower back, his penis loosened, and he ejaculated, spraying Xinyi's groin and vaginal opening with a blurry spray.

Xin Yi was both angry and amused by his outburst. Her desire vanished almost entirely, and she suddenly reached out and struck Tong Lao Si with her pistol, knocking him to the ground. Perhaps because her lust had been aroused and had nowhere to go, the blow was too heavy, instantly shattering Tong Lao Si's internal organs. He lay there dead. Xin Yi was startled, but then thought that such scum deserved to die. Besides, she could easily find out the clues about the drug and other things from her senior brother Yu Ran of Qianliang Temple by asking others, so she didn't dwell on it. However, Tong Lao Si's corpse was quite troublesome. After thinking for a while, Xin Yi suddenly smiled and pushed Tong Lao Si's body into the latrine in the backyard. Even if someone saw it, they would only say he had accidentally fallen into the latrine. He died in the latrine, and his body, pulled from the cesspool, reeked of filth, and no one would bother to examine it properly… Tong Laosi’s timing was truly terrible; he could have done it any other time, but it cost him his life…

The next morning, Xinyi left the inn and asked around for the location of Qianliang Temple. She learned that it was on the other side of Yujing Peak, and that the temple housed two monks, Yu Ran and Yu Shu, both around fifty years old, said to be masters of the Five Tuo Sect, who often treated the villagers. The temple was also very popular.

Upon hearing this, Xinyi became suspicious, thinking: I shouldn't act rashly just because of Tong Laosi's words. I should investigate first before deciding whether to go to Qianliang Temple. After thanking the villager, she rode her little donkey towards Qianliang Temple.

Qianliang Temple, nestled at the foot of Yujing Peak, had fallen into disrepair in recent years. Once a magnificent temple, it had been battered by wind and rain, and neglected for maintenance, gradually decaying. One by one, the monks left. Seven or eight years ago, two burly men arrived, bringing a large sum of gold and silver. They renovated the entire temple, using it as their residence and a cover for their true identities.

Within a month, Qianliang Temple was transformed, and two monks, Yuran and Yushu, joined the temple. Devout men and women from the foot of the mountain returned to worship

. After the temple's reconstruction, incense offerings flourished, and people frequently came to burn incense and fulfill vows. While the monks Yushu and Yuran secretly committed many evil deeds, they maintained a respectable facade. Recently, with the government intensifying its crackdown on a lecherous thief, the two monks had become even more reliant on the temple, spending their days there, consumed by lust and unable to bear it any longer.

On this day, a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old came to burn incense. Monk Yuran paid close attention to her; she was exceptionally beautiful, with jet-black hair and fair skin. Her presence in the hall seemed to fill the room with spring, making Monk Yuran's heart itch.

Unable to resist any longer, Monk Yuran approached Xinyi and asked, "Miss, what brings you here?"

Xinyi replied with a coquettish smile, "Master! I've come to worship Buddha, of course. What else could I be doing?"

Monk Yuran smiled and said, "I misspoke. You sincerely worship Buddha every day, wishing you a healthy, chubby
son ."

Xinyi said sweetly, "Master, please don't joke. How can I have a son? That's a joke!" She thought to herself, "This monk's words are rather improper; he's probably not a good person."

Then Monk Yuran continued, "What exactly is it that you seek, young lady? May I know?"
Xin Yi had heard from the villagers that this monk often treated the sick, so she said

, "I have been weak since childhood and suffer from dizziness. I came to the temple to burn incense and pray to Buddha, hoping that Buddha will bless me with good health." Monk Yu Ran nodded and said, "That's true. A young lady like you is in the prime of her youth, and her health is also important. I know a little about medicine. If you don't mind, how about I examine you myself?"
Xin Yi smiled and said, "Then I will trouble you, Master!"
Seeing that the monk was as strong as an ox, with a ruddy complexion, and spoke so frivolously, Xin Yi became even more suspicious.

Monk Yu Ran pretended to be solemn and said, "I have various medicinal herbs and utensils in my room. You may follow me to my room." "Inside, let this humble monk take your pulse." Having said this, he turned and invited Xinyi to go first. Xinyi smiled and followed the monk Yuran into the room.
The monk Yuran, his eyes gleaming strangely, said, "Young lady, you are in your prime, and I understand your frequent dizziness very well."

Xinyi said, "Since Master knows this, do you have a good way to help me?"

The monk Yuran suddenly smiled at Xinyi, giving her a provocative look, scrutinizing her from head to toe. Xinyi blushed and lowered her head, as if she were naked.

Xinyi said shyly, "Master, why are you looking at me like that?"

The monk Yu Ran said, "Young lady, you are experiencing anemia and dizziness because your blood and qi are blocked in your belt meridian. I have practiced martial arts since childhood and can use my internal energy to unblock your belt meridian, thus curing your anemia and dizziness without medicine."

Xin Yi thought to herself, "How can that be?" but she said aloud, "Then please, Master, save me."

Monk Yu Ran said, "Unblocking the belt meridian alone is not enough for me. My junior brother must join me in circulating his energy." After saying this, he called out, and suddenly Monk Yu Shu appeared from the meditation room. Xin Yi felt a blur before her eyes; it turned out that Yu Shu and Yu Ran were the Luan brothers, and they looked exactly alike.

Monk Yu Ran said, "Please lie down on the bed, young lady." My junior brother and I would immediately begin circulating our energy to unblock your belt meridian.

Xin Yi nodded and lay down on the bed. Yu Ran and Yu Shu were delighted, smiled at each other, and began to massage Xin Yi. Yu Shu gently massaged Xin Yi's lower abdomen, while Yu Ran lightly pressed on the sides of her breasts. Both were seasoned practitioners, their techniques practiced and precise. Xin Yi, who had initially only wanted to see what they were up to, found the massage incredibly comfortable and closed her eyes to enjoy it. After

about half an incense stick's time, Yu Ran and Yu Shu suddenly stopped. Yu Shu said to Xin Yi, "To help you open your belt meridian, you need to directly massage the Da Yuan and Tao Men acupoints with both hands. May I help you remove your clothes slightly?"

At this point, Xin Yi was only hoping that Yu Ran and Yu Shu would continue massaging, so she... "Mmm!" With a soft "thud,"
the Dayuan acupoint was located at the apex of the inverted triangle on her lower abdomen, while the Taomen acupoints were at the lower edge of the areolas of her breasts. Yu Ran and Yu Shu didn't dare to be too presumptuous, only pulling Xin Yi's pants down and her top up until they were just above the acupoints. But the sight was even more alluring. Xin Yi's snow-white, high breasts and a hint of pink areolas were exposed, while her snow-white, flat lower abdomen was revealed. Because Xin Yi's pubic hair was only a small tuft, the contrast was even more striking. At the apex of the inverted triangle on her lower abdomen, the pink flesh of her vulva protruded slightly. Yu Ran and Yu Shu's hands trembled slightly as they watched, took a deep breath, and then slowly continued the massage. As a result, Xin Yi breathed heavily, her face flushed, and her body trembled slightly.

After a while, while their hands were moving, Yu Ran and Yu Shu quietly pulled down Xin Yi's pants and top by another two inches. They saw that Xin Yi's pink nipples were already erect and swollen, and her vulva was wet and glistening. Seeing this, the two men massaged her even more diligently. Xin Yi was no longer just panting, but moaning.

While massaging her, Yu Ran and Yu Shu's hands were also busy, removing Xin Yi's clothes until she was completely naked. Xin Yi was already filled with desire. When Yu Shu removed her top, she stretched out her arms to make it easier for him to remove his clothes. On Xinyi's jade-like body stood two firm, soft breasts. Though not enormous, they were of moderate size and gracefully proportioned, making them all the more endearing and adding to her symmetrical beauty. The two pink nipples atop her breasts were translucent and delicate, captivating the eye and tempting one to kiss them immediately. Her flat stomach and small navel were irresistible. The sparse pubic hair was pink and tender, alluring the heart. Her long, snow-white, rounded legs were flawless in color and elasticity, making any man who saw them want to kiss them.

Then, Yuran and Yushu also took off their clothes, revealing two eight-inch-long, dark penises that sprang out. The thought that this fairy-like beauty would soon become their flesh and blood filled Yuran and Yushu with excitement, their penises throbbing. The two knelt on either side of Xinyi. Yushu gently pinched Xinyi's left nipple with his left hand, while Yuran lightly tapped Xinyi's already soaked vulva and clitoris. His other hand guided Xinyi's hands to caress his dark, engorged penis, causing her to moan softly, her juices flowing freely, and her body writhing. When

the time was right, Yushu spread Xinyi's legs, his glans sliding between her labia and grinding against her. A tremor ran through her, and Xinyi leaned against Yushu's chest. Yushu, as if struck by lightning, tightly embraced Xinyi's back and lay back. Xinyi seemed to sense Yushu's strength, her buttocks slightly lifting. Yushu's hands moved to her thighs, pressing down, his penis thrusting directly into her clitoris. Both of them simultaneously let out a soft "ooh." They began thrusting back and forth, gradually reaching climax.

Yuran then walked to Xinyi and placed his penis in her mouth. Xinyi couldn't help but slowly extend her tongue to lick his glans. Slowly taking the entire penis into his mouth, swallowing and releasing it, the three of them, Yu Ran and the monk, felt as if they were floating

on air. They continued like this for a while, and Xin Yi gradually reached her climax. Xin Yi cried out, "Ah...so good...sister...it's so beautiful...insert it again...insert it deeper...oh my god...it 　　's so good...ah...ah..." Encouraged, Yu Shu thrust even harder, his buttocks grinding rapidly. Xin Yi was overflowing with juices, her cries both seductive and alluring. Yu Ran grabbed Xin Yi's head, shoved his penis into her mouth, and thrust forcefully. Xin Yi made "mmm" sounds as a surge of pleasure filled her mouth. Suddenly, Xin Yi's vagina contracted, her body went limp, and she climaxed. Meanwhile, Yu Shu below thrust wildly again, causing Xin Yi to tremble and her body to spasm slightly. Suddenly, Yu Ran screamed and collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from her genitals. It turned out that during a slight spasm, Xin Yi had bitten down hard on Yu Ran's penis, tearing off about three inches. Seeing Yu Ran's horrific state, Yu Shu panicked and tried to pull his penis out of Xin Yi's vagina to check on her, but Xin Yi's vagina was also clenched due to the spasm. Yu Shu pulled too hard and pulled to the side, and with a snap, he and his penis both fainted. It turned out the corpora cavernosa of the penis had broken. After a while, Xin Yi finally recovered from her orgasm and saw the gruesome state of Yu Ran and Yu Shu. She was somewhat bewildered, but recalling the events and the blood on her own mouth, she slowly understood. She thought to herself, "Indeed, karma is cyclical; retribution is swift." These two men were heinous criminals, deserving of death, but considering they would never be able to have sex again, the punishment was worse than killing them, so she didn't kill them. After washing herself in the temple well, Xinyi left Zhonggu Mountain. On the way, she thought about her experiences in Tongjia Village over the past two days, finding it both funny and absurd. Although she had no intention of killing them, she had rid the area of three lecherous thieves. Thinking about the process, a smile crept onto her face, attracting the attention of passersby. To be continued... Chapter Nine: In April, the buds of Mount Song were just beginning to sprout green leaves. The continuous spring rains had made the mountain quite chilly, and there were far fewer merchants and travelers on the road than usual. 　　Xinyi rode her little flowered donkey along the foot of Mount Song, braving the spring chill, slowly heading north. She remembered that the little flowered donkey had suddenly fallen ill a few days ago, causing a considerable delay in Hubei Province. Fortunately, she had personally prepared medicine and taken meticulous care of it, and it was now healthy and ready to set off again. She couldn't help but find it amusing. Around afternoon that day, a disheveled old beggar suddenly appeared from behind, using his lightness skill to run swiftly north along the mountain path. When the disheveled old beggar saw Xinyi, he was slightly surprised, then continued on his way. Xinyi didn't know why the disheveled old beggar was surprised to see her, and was pondering this when suddenly she saw the old beggar run back, shove a brocade box into Xinyi's hand, and say, "Little girl, keep this for me, I'll come back for it later." Xinyi was taken aback and was about to reply when she saw the old beggar already running off again. Just as he was contemplating whether to give chase, a whistle suddenly rang out from the side of the mountain path, and a group of martial arts practitioners wielding weapons rushed out, blocking the old beggar's path. The old beggar sneered slightly, clasped his hands, and said loudly, "Which path are you from, friends? What brings you to stop me?" As he spoke, the group had already formed an encirclement. The old beggar's anger flared up, and he shouted again, "I, Xia Wule, have not been active in the martial world for a long time, and I have never seen any of you before. Could it be that you have mistaken me for someone else?"

A roar erupted from the crowd: "No mistake!" A voice with a Mongolian accent suddenly

swung a serrated knife down, the blade heavy and swift, creating a whistling sound.

The old beggar in dirty clothes, nicknamed "Wind and Fire Divine Palm," was a seasoned veteran of the martial world. Seeing the attack,
he knew he He slightly shifted his body and deflected the knife with a palm strike.

His reputation was well-deserved; the power of his iron palms was indeed astonishing. He injured two men with a single move, but this also ignited the anger of the crowd. With a whistle, they launched a fierce attack.

The old beggar in dirty clothes was agile and exceptionally fierce. His palm strikes were like iron hammers striking rocks, or giant axes splitting mountains. Although the number of attackers was large, they did not gain the upper hand. Screams and muffled cries echoed from the crowd. In just the time it takes to eat a meal, six or seven people had fallen.

While the two sides were fighting, Xin Yi leaped up and hid in a large tree to watch, thinking to herself, "This is the martial world..." A vendetta, the cause and effect unknown to him, he decided to observe for a while before taking any

action. The fight lasted for the time it takes to burn an incense stick; eight or nine out of ten of those attacking had fallen, and the old beggar in filthy clothes was covered in blood, staggering. When he mustered his remaining strength and struck down the man wielding the serrated knife with a single blow, he too slumped down the hillside.

The spring rain continued, and the subsequent flash floods, like a thousand horses galloping, rushed down the mountainside towards the low-lying areas,
causing fainting... The old beggar in filthy clothes, swept away by the flash flood, suddenly awoke. He leaped through the torrent, finally grabbing a clump of weeds, using the momentum to climb the slope, and stumbled and scrambled towards a grassy path.

Xinyi watched, thinking to herself: "That green-eyed man said 'stay close to beggars, stay away from scholars,' and this old beggar gave me a brocade box. I wonder what's inside. I might as well follow him and see." Having made up her mind, she immediately turned and followed the mountain path.

She ran for about three or four miles... She caught sight of a dilapidated mountain temple nestled in a valley, turned and entered. Inside, cobwebs covered the floor, dust, and bird droppings. Only two tattered yellow curtains remained to cover the two shrines. She watched as the old beggar ran into a valley behind the temple. After a moment's thought, Xin Yi decided not to follow, but instead observed the temple for a while.

Just as she stood there lost in thought, a strange sound suddenly emanated from outside the temple. There was no one around, and all was silent. Although the sound was faint, it was still very clear. Xin Yi was startled and immediately disappeared behind the shrines.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a rustling sound of clothes reached her ears. Two strangely dressed people, dressed in something resembling Mongolian attire, landed in front of the temple with great speed. They looked around and headed straight for the temple.

In the deep mountains, in this desolate ancient temple, the atmosphere was particularly eerie. Although Xin Yi possessed martial arts skills, she still felt a chill run down her spine.

The two men neither spoke nor showed any intention of leaving immediately, leaving Xin Yi with no choice but to remain in the shrine.
A series of footsteps sounded, and a strange man in black robes suddenly let out a low cry, lunging towards the shrine where Xin Yi was hiding. The strange man's martial arts seemed formidable; with a low growl, he pushed forward with his right palm, unleashing a powerful force. Xin

Yi dodged, but before she even landed, a bone-chilling wind swept down upon her. Xin Yi quickly extended her short sword and slashed diagonally, breaking the strange man's chilling palm strike. The strange man flipped over, but three fingers on both hands had already been severed by the Tai'a sword. With a scream, he fled outwards, his movements swifter than a ghost, as fast as a shooting star.

Xin Yi leaped out of the temple, shaking her head inwardly, "The martial world is indeed full of wonders. Who are these two ghostly figures?" It was nearly evening when Xinyi

entered the valley behind the temple. Her mind preoccupied with the old beggar in dirty clothes, she hurried onward, walking about two miles before suddenly spotting a very small, secluded valley.

This valley was extremely quiet, with two thatched huts built against the mountainside. Xinyi approached and saw a single lamp inside, casting a dim yellow light that made the interior barely discernible. Against the wall was a wooden couch, where a woman with graying hair, thin and frail, lay, barely breathing.

The old beggar in dirty clothes stood before the couch, his face filled with sorrow.

The woman groaned in a hoarse voice, "Wule, I...I'm afraid...I...can't..."

The old beggar leaned down and gently comforted her, "Don't be sad, Yu'er will be back today."

The woman heard the raging wind and rain outside, the roar of the floodwaters, and thought to herself, "In this weather, I'm afraid I won't be able to get back in time." Thinking about this, she unconsciously shook her head sadly.

After a moment of sorrow, the woman suddenly coughed violently. The old beggar in dirty clothes quickly reached out and gently patted her back.

After a long while, the old beggar in dirty clothes said to the sick woman again: "Don't think too much, rest well and see you later. Yu'er is skilled in martial arts, she won't be easily bullied."

The woman sighed deeply, stretched out her claw-like hand, and tightly grasped the old beggar in dirty clothes' hand, tears suddenly welling up and rolling down her cheeks.

Suddenly, a soft thud sounded outside the door, as if someone was approaching. The old beggar in dirty clothes was startled and turned around abruptly, shouting, "Who's outside?"

The woman's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and she called out hoarsely, "Go out and see! It must be Yu'er returning."

The old beggar in dirty clothes was secretly on guard, slowly approaching the door, listening intently, and then suddenly pulled the door open. A gust of wind mixed with raindrops rushed in, making him shiver involuntarily. He looked outside and saw a young girl in green standing under the eaves—the very person he had entrusted the brocade box to. He felt relieved, but then suddenly collapsed and fainted.
It turned out that the old beggar in dirty clothes had been traveling for days, and had lost too much blood in the battle; he could no longer hold on.

At this moment, a weak voice came from inside the thatched hut: "Wu Le, what happened outside? Has Yu'er returned?"

Xin Yi quickly and gently placed the old beggar in his soiled clothes on the bamboo bed, took a deep breath, and quickly removed his wet clothes. His body was covered in wounds, a bloody mess.

The woman on the bed was stunned by the sight and fainted with a cry. Xin Yi was startled and at a loss. She quickly covered the injured woman with a quilt, rushed to the bedside, and massaged the woman's philtrum. After a while, the woman slowly regained consciousness.

Seeing that she was awake, Xin Yi didn't bother to speak to her. She turned and rushed back to the bamboo bed to examine the old beggar in his soiled clothes. He still had a faint breath, but the wounds, soaked by the rain, had turned white. The most serious knife wound was on his shoulder blade, which had penetrated deep into his lungs, and blood was still gushing out.

Seeing the old beggar in dirty clothes so badly injured, Xinyi felt a chill in her heart. She first poured him a cup of liquor and forced him to drink it down, then pressed several acupoints on his body.

The old beggar in dirty clothes was highly skilled, and after Lu Wenfei's massage, he slowly woke up, spitting out a pool of blood, and gasped, "Miss, how is my wife's condition?"

Even in his critical condition, he was still thinking of his wife on her sickbed, showing the deep and extraordinary love between the couple.

Xinyi replied softly, "It's nothing serious." She glanced at the sick woman and whispered, "Senior, what exactly caused you to fight these people and get so injured?"

Suddenly, two resentful glints flashed in the old beggar's eyes, and he roared, "I've been ambushed! These people aren't ordinary江湖草莽 (jianghu caomang, meaning江湖草莽 is a term referring to people from various martial arts worlds), there are at least five sects involved, and many are even imperial henchmen..."

His injuries were extremely severe; the sudden movement aggravated his wounds, causing more blood to flow.

Xinyi pressed two acupoints to stop the bleeding but dared not speak to him further.

The old beggar, catching his breath, spoke again, "This morning I heard rumors that many formidable martial arts figures rushed to Mount Song to find me, so I rushed back overnight, only to be ambushed..."

Xin Yi couldn't help but interject, "Are they here to seek revenge?"

The old beggar in filthy clothes shook his head and sighed, "In recent years, I've lived a secluded life, rarely venturing into the martial world, and haven't made any enemies. Their ambush on me this time must have another reason."

Xin Yi's eyes widened, her mind filled with doubt. The old beggar in filthy clothes continued haltingly, "I chose to live in this remote valley not to avoid revenge, but because of my wife's illness..."

Suddenly, as if remembering something urgent, he panted and shouted hoarsely, "Quickly search inside my clothes!
The medicine I begged for might be unusable."

Xin Yi did as he was told, searching inside the wet clothes for a while, but the clothes were covered in mud and blood, and she couldn't find anything.

The old beggar in filthy clothes sighed, "My wife's illness is all because of me. If she hadn't married a rough man like me, how could she have contracted this disease? Alas..."

Although the woman on the sickbed was critically ill, her hearing was still sharp. She heard the old beggar's words clearly. Moved by her husband's affection and grieving for his severe injuries, she sobbed, "Wu Le, you don't need to worry about me anymore. I'm exhausted, even with the best medicine, I can't avert this calamity. But you must not die...you mustn't die!" She could barely speak anymore.

After struggling to say a few more words, the woman was barely breathing, her mouth agape as she gasped for air.

The old beggar, seeing this, felt a surge of intense heartache, and tears streamed down his face.

Suddenly, the old beggar in dirty clothes said, "Girl, come here, I have something to tell you."

Xin Yi knelt down before the bamboo couch. The old beggar in dirty clothes opened his eyes wide and said breathlessly, "In the brocade box I gave you,
there is a small manual, which contains the essence of my life's martial arts and the diagram of the Dog-Beating Staff Technique.

" Xin Yi interrupted, "Senior, you should just quietly recover from your injuries. Why bring up that martial arts manual now, when it's all about fighting and killing?"

The old beggar in dirty clothes shook his head and said, "Don't take this matter lightly. Do you know who I am? I am Xia Wule, the leader of the Beggar Clan, the Wind and Fire Divine Palm ."

Xin Yi had never been involved in the martial arts world and had never heard of Xia Wule, the Wind and Fire Divine Palm. Although the old beggar in dirty clothes had earnestly instructed her about the manual when he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, she did not take it to heart. She then gently comforted him, "Senior, please don't worry too much. Let me apply some medicine to your wounds first, okay?" The old beggar in filthy clothes mustered his last breath and shook his head, saying, "No need. While I still have a breath left, let me finish what I have to say. "

He coughed for a while and gasped, "Many martial artists have come to Mount Song. This is no accident. My sudden ambush was also not without reason. I cannot stay here any longer. After I die, you can take this green bamboo stick to the Beggars' Sect headquarters in Dadu and tell them that I am passing the leadership to you..." As he spoke, he took out a crystal-clear bamboo stick about one or two feet long.

Xin Yi immediately said softly, "I... I am not a beggar. How can I be the leader of the Beggars' Sect?"

The old beggar in dirty clothes sighed, "The situation is critical, there's nothing we can do. Besides, the Dog-Beating Stick Technique can only be passed down to the gang leader. If I don't pass it on to you today, it will be lost forever. If I do pass it on to you, who will be the gang leader if you don't become one... When you see your master, you can explain the whole story to him. He is a great hero and he will understand..." Xin

Yi exclaimed in surprise, "You know my master..."

The old beggar in dirty clothes sighed, "Your master, Ren Zhaoyu, is my sworn brother. How could I not know him? Otherwise, where did you get this Tai'a sword?"

Xin Yi was about to speak, but thinking of her relationship with Ren Zhaoyu, her face turned red, and she couldn't say anything for a moment.

The old beggar in dirty clothes continued, "The sword is the ancestor of all weapons. Only by controlling the sword with one's qi can one injure people invisibly, thus reaching the highest level." Therefore, those skilled in swordsmanship must first cultivate their inner energy…”

Xinyi couldn’t help but interject, “My master also mentioned this point, but cultivating inner energy requires gradual progress and decades of arduous practice before one can hope to succeed. With my current level of skill, I haven’t even achieved one or two tenths of what my master has.”

The old beggar in dirty clothes nodded, “It’s alright. Whether it’s Zen or Taoism, the way to cultivate inner energy begins with regulating the breath, training the entire body, circulating the energy back to heaven, and letting the spirit roam outside the body. When the skill is achieved, it can be stored within a small space or released within the six directions. It can be both tangible and intangible. The tangible aspect resides in the human body, like wind and rain moving through the universe. The intangible aspect manifests outside the body, like lightning striking the sky…” He sighed and continued, “However, life is only a few decades long. Even if one can grasp the secrets, one will already be old and frail. By then, not only will one lose all ambition, but one will also waste one’s best years in a small room. What benefit will that bring to one’s life?”

Xin Yi listened intently to Xia Wule's eloquent discourse on the path of Qigong, her mind filled with longing. When she heard his latest discussion, which she had never heard before, she couldn't help but interject, "What you say, senior, is indeed reasonable, but how can one achieve success without proceeding step by step? Is there perhaps a shortcut?" Seeing

her astonished expression, the old beggar smiled slightly and beckoned

her closer. Xin Yi obeyed, and the old beggar whispered the internal energy incantation into her ear. Xin Yi, being intelligent, memorized it after a few repetitions.

He then passed on the incantation for the Dog-Beating Stick Technique. This incantation was extremely complex, and the old beggar recited it more than ten times before Xin Yi finally memorized it. Suddenly,

the old beggar solemnly declared, "The incantation for the stick technique must not be passed on to a third party. Remember, this incantation must never be taught to a third person."

Xin Yi nodded, "Of course." But inwardly she disagreed, thinking, "Can't I even tell my sister and master?" Xin

Yi's master was a legendary figure. For over ten years, under his dedicated tutelage, Xin Yi had already mastered the art of internal energy cultivation. She felt that the old beggar in dirty clothes, though his instructions resembled methods of internal energy cultivation, were profound and difficult to understand, seemingly possessing a different path. Just as she was pondering this, the old beggar in dirty clothes suddenly roared, his wound reopened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. With a final kick, Xia Wule, the Wind and Fire Divine Palm user, was already dead, filled with resentment.

Xin Yi, seeing this, was at a loss. Then she saw the woman on the sickbed with a dagger plunged into her heart, already dead. Xin Yi felt a deep affection between the two... Jin was deeply moved. He packed up the brocade box and the green bamboo stick, set fire to the thatched hut along with the bodies of Xia Wule and his wife, and then left the empty valley. He returned to the roadside, retrieved his little donkey, and continued northward. Soon, he arrived at a small town. Seeing that it was getting late, he decided to stay there. After

a day of travel, with a light drizzle falling, Xinyi felt quite uncomfortable and decided to take a bath.

This small town was usually bustling with merchants and travelers, so the inn's rooms were not only fully equipped with beds and bedding, but also had
a large wooden tub for guests to bathe in.

Xinyi looked at the tub; it was full of water. She dipped her hand in, and the water was just the right temperature for a bath. She couldn't help but praise the inn's thoughtful service!

Xinyi carefully bolted the door and began to take off her clothes to prepare for the bath. Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her beautiful body: her full breasts, slender waist, and long legs…

Xinyi stepped into the wooden tub and immersed herself in the water. She closed her eyes, relaxing her entire body, and soaked for a while, enjoying herself.

Suddenly, a soft "thud" sounded! The sound was so faint that if Xinyi's skills weren't up to par, she probably wouldn't have heard it. Opening her eyes, she saw a slender reed quietly extending into the tub, and it was also emitting some pale white gas. Xinyi's mind raced, and she suddenly realized: "Poisonous smoke?" So Xinyi reached for her clothes and put them on, stood up from the tub, grabbed her short sword, and waited by the door. After a while, a thin, sharp iron hook pried open the latch, and then the door was gently opened.

A group of seven men in black stood outside the door, some carrying swords and others knives. They were slightly surprised to see Xinyi standing there unaffected by the poisonous smoke, and then attacked her all at once. The leader shouted, "You brat! You're unaffected by my poisonous smoke! Watch how I deal with you!"

The men in black, confident in their numerical advantage and the fact that their opponent was just a young girl, didn't take her seriously. One of them even chuckled, "Oh, such a pretty girl, it would be a real waste to kill her! Be a good girl and don't resist, or you'll be in big trouble." His tone was lewd and suggestive.

Xinyi seemed not to hear them. She focused her inner energy on her sword, the Tai'a sword, which shone like a bright moon, emitting a faint blue light. She calmly said, "Who's going to be in big trouble? You'll find out soon enough." A man in black raised his knife to strike Xinyi's waist, but she dodged to the side and slashed at his chest with her own sword. The strike was swift and precise; blood gushed from the man's wound, and he writhed a few times on the ground before falling still.

The men in black were filled with shock and rage. One of them, a burly man, roared, "You little brat! How dare you kill my junior brother! I'll tear you to pieces!" The burly man wielded his knife with ferocious power, like a ravenous beast, and lunged at Xinyi with extreme ferocity. Xinyi cried out and swung her sword back. A streak of blue light shot towards the burly man's face like lightning, fierce and ruthless. Caught off guard, the burly man was enveloped in the sword's light before his blade could even touch Xinyi. He hastily used his sword to protect himself and retreated. In the blink of an eye, the burly man in black had been struck twice in the shoulder and thigh by swords and collapsed to the ground.

The other men in black, startled, rushed forward with their blades, but they were no match for Xin Yi. With each flash of the Tai'a sword, a man fell. In the blink of an eye, all the men in black had been stabbed to the ground by Xin Yi, dead by the Tai'a sword.
Xin Yi wondered, with such a chaotic fight in the room, why had no one come out to watch? She turned and rushed downstairs, only to find the innkeeper and his wife already stabbed to death in their room, as had a traveling doctor in the next room. A thought struck her: these men in black were so ruthless; she wondered who they were and what their connection was to her.

Just then, one of the fallen men in black groaned and slowly sat up. It was the burly man in black who had been stabbed twice in the shoulder and thigh by Xin Yi. Because his injuries were not serious, he slowly regained consciousness. Upon seeing this, Xin Yi reached out and pressed his pressure points. Thinking that all the clues depended on this burly man in black, she pressed her sword against his throat and demanded, "Who ordered you? What are you here for?"

The burly man snorted but didn't answer

. Xin Yi asked several more times, but he only gave a slight, cold laugh and remained silent.

Enraged, Xin Yi kicked the burly man to the ground, stomped on his chest, and shouted, "Do you want to live or die...?" Just as she was questioning him, she saw the burly man's expression suddenly change, his eyes burning with desire as he stared at her lower body. Xin Yi was startled, then suddenly realized that she had gotten up from her bath to fight, only wearing her outer robe, and underneath, she was wearing nothing. Thinking of this, her face flushed, and she scolded, "You're about to die, and you're still quite passionate!"

However, seeing the bulge in the crotch of the burly man in black, Xin Yi's heart skipped a beat. She stomped hard on his trousers, causing him to groan in pain. Then, Xin Yi helped him sit up. She said in a coquettish voice, "If you won't talk, I have ways to make you talk..." The burly man, wondering what torture she would inflict upon him, broke out in a cold sweat and trembled.

Xin Yi suddenly smiled charmingly: "Suppressing your desires must be very difficult!" She slowly loosened her belt, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath her green robe.

The outer garment fell to the ground, revealing a fair-skinned, rosy-cheeked young woman's body. Her breasts were full and round, the nipples proudly erect, the areolas and nipples a pinkish hue. Her waist was slender, her abdomen flat, and below was a sparse, delicate tuft of pubic hair, barely concealing her tender, pink vulva. "

Is my body beautiful?" Xin Yi slowly approached, saying, "Would you like to smell my body? Does it smell good?" The burly man in black

was completely taken aback by this unexpected turn of events. He couldn't even lift his hand, though other parts of his

body were already raised high. Xin Yi stood before him, her lower abdomen right in front of his eyes, her pink vulva pressed against his nose. Her usually small clitoris was now swollen like a peanut, lying at the juncture of her labia; her moist vaginal opening was incredibly wet, as if beckoning for his advances.

Xin Yi's lower body pressed tightly against the burly man's face, slowly twisting her hips from side to side, her labia rubbing against his nose! "Oh, ah!" Her waist twisted faster and faster, letting out soft moans. Her

pubic hair brushed against the burly man's face, making him feel itchy. He couldn't help but shake his head, but with each shake, his nose would brush against Xin Yi's vulva again.

"Ah, ah!" Xin Yi cried out softly, pressing her hands tightly against the black-clad man's head!

His mouth and nose were buried against her vulva, his lips touched by a wet, slippery liquid, the warm liquid also wetting his nose.

After a while, Xin Yi simply lifted one of her pink legs and placed it on the black-clad man's shoulder. This opened her vulva wider, and the black-clad man's nose was directly inside! He couldn't help but breathe, but what he inhaled was a delicate fragrance, the scent of Xin Yi's young body! Although Xin Yi was standing on one leg, she didn't seem tired. She even pressed her two snow-white breasts against the black-clad man's head, crying out softly, "Ah, ah!"

The black-clad man was also a normal man; with a beautiful female body rubbing against his face, he was already burning with lust! His penis became erect! But being unable to move her entire body only made the pain more unbearable.
Suddenly, Xinyi reached out and released the pressure points on his neck.
The burly man in black felt his reason vanish, his lust rising. He stuck out his tongue and licked her wet, sweet vulva!

"Ah, oh, good," Xinyi cried out in pleasure, her hands around his head. "Deeper, ah, ah!"

The burly man in black felt his lower body harden more and more. He licked and licked, and when his tongue touched the tender flesh inside Xinyi's vulva, she cried out repeatedly, "Your tongue is so good!"

Xinyi suddenly leaned back. This opened her vulva even wider, her warm, moist labia slightly parted. The burly man in black seemed to have gone mad. He not only licked but also sucked hard on her clitoris. Xinyi moaned softly as she was sucked, her body twisting and turning. The burly man in black suddenly sucked hard on her clitoris. Xin Yi let out a soft cry, her body trembling as she pulled her foot back from his shoulder, glancing at the burly man in black with watery eyes. She pushed him down onto the ground with both hands, only his red, erect penis remained erect.

Xin Yi reached out her smooth hand, grasped the penis, and shook it twice, stroking it slightly. The burly man in black, seeing her grasp it, became even more impatient. Lying on the ground, he groaned softly, trying to reach out and pull Xin Yi onto him. But his acupoints were sealed, and he couldn't move.

Xin Yi cupped the base of her breasts and leaned down in front of the burly man in black. He couldn't wait any longer, opening his mouth to blow on her nipples, sucking and gently biting the areolas with his teeth! The sucking made a "slurping" sound, like a newborn baby wolfing down milk! "Oh, ha, ah," Xinyi giggled as she sucked.

A short while later, Xinyi, supporting the black-clad man's belly, squatted down and aligned her vulva with his glans, slowly rubbing it.

"Ah, ah," the black-clad man gasped, his breath coming in ragged gasps, "I...I want it!" His eyes burned with lust!

Xinyi suddenly raised her hips and said seductively, "Answer what I asked you earlier, and I'll give it to you!"

The burly man in black, already unable to resist, felt a profound emptiness after Xinyi left. Hearing Xinyi's question, he quickly replied, "I'll talk! I'll talk!"

The burly man hurriedly recounted their origins, casting aside all notions of loyalty and righteousness. It turned out the burly man was a warrior sent by the Mongol court. Today, they had intended to seize the essence of Xia Wule's internal energy cultivation technique, but after a fierce battle, they failed and found Xia Wule dead in the valley. They were at their wits' end. However, one of them had seen Xinyi lingering near the dilapidated temple at the valley entrance, so they secretly followed her, intending to kidnap her and force her to reveal the whereabouts of the brocade box.

After the burly man finished speaking, Xinyi asked again, "Is everything you said true?" The burly man, his eyes bloodshot, nodded repeatedly.

Xinyi then used her vulva to rub the burly man's glans twice, and then slowly inserted it!

Xinyi took her time. She first let half of the black-clad man's penis enter, then paused, and then swallowed the other half into her honey hole! She frowned, letting out soft, panting breaths. The black-clad man's face immediately showed a look of pleasure.

After Xin Yi inserted the black-clad man's entire penis into her vagina, she stopped moving it up and down. The black-clad man gradually became impatient again, panting heavily. She asked the same question again, and seeing that he answered exactly the same way, she thought it was true and slowly began to move it.

By this time, Xin Yi had gotten the information she wanted, and without pressure, she began to enjoy herself. She rotated her hips, moaning "Ah, ah!"

The black-clad man's glans pressed against her clitoris, and with each hip movement, his glans ground against her cervix. With each grinding, her clitoris released a stream of vaginal fluid.

At first, Xin Yi's secretions flowed slowly, but after about a hundred grindings, it was like a dam bursting!

"Ah!" "Ah!" Xin Yi felt waves of tingling numbness at her vaginal opening, and her hips involuntarily moved more heavily. Her cone-shaped breasts shook violently with the vibration of her hips.

Xin Yi closed her eyes, her face showing a mixture of pain and pleasure. After shaking for about two hundred times, her body suddenly trembled, and a warm gush of fluid suddenly spurted from her vagina. Then, it suddenly contracted, tightly clamping down on the glans of the black-clad man!

"Ah ah!" The burly man in black was overjoyed, his legs stiffening. He felt a tingling sensation on his glans and ejaculated. Xin Yi's flower core trembled slightly from the hot semen, and she lay softly on top of him, panting. After a while, the burly man's penis slid limply out of Xin Yi's honeyed orifice, covered in white, sticky semen from both of them. After

resting for about half an incense stick's time, Xin Yi finally stood up slowly and went to the bathtub to wash herself again with cold water. She saw the burly man lying on the ground, his eyes pleading. She thought: "What to do with this man is troublesome..." After thinking for a moment, she suddenly remembered the innkeeper and his wife and the innocent guests who had died in the room. Anger surged in her heart. Such a violent person deserved to be killed. After packing her things, she struck the burly man unconscious with a backhand slap and then pressed hard on his jade pillow acupoint.

She went outside, took the little flower donkey, and... Knowing so many people had died at the inn, and since the innkeeper and his wife were also dead, she set it ablaze and burned it clean. Riding her little donkey, she left the town that very night.

Reaching the outskirts of town, she saw flames soaring into the sky and thought, "Isn't this murder and arson? And seven people killed and two fires in one day!" With a bitter smile, she kicked her donkey and slowly headed north… As she walked, she suddenly wondered if her actions towards the man in black constituted rape. If so, then today she had committed rape, murder, and arson—a truly heinous crime! The thought of rape made her cheeks burn. She kicked her little donkey hard, and it trotted off with a yelp…

Chapter Ten:

Heading North, Xin Yi arrived near the capital. Along the way, she studied the Wind and Fire Divine Palm martial arts taught by Xia Wule, finding it extremely profound and quite similar to what her master had taught her. The difference was that the Dog-Beating Stick Technique was far more profound, and although Xinyi was intelligent, she could only grasp about 30% of it in a short time.

It was nearly dusk, but the lingering heat of the May sun was still intense, making it unbearably hot.

There wasn't a breath of wind; the sky was like a jewel, a pure, unblemished blue. Sunlight streamed down from the west, illuminating the road and the treetops, but not the woods.

There were hardly any pedestrians along the way, but suddenly
a cloud of dust rose in the distance, and several strong horses galloped like thunder. They circled before the woods and then all stopped.

Xinyi rode her little donkey slowly along the official road. Seeing these riders, she was startled and stared at them for a long time. But when her gaze met their murderous eyes, Xinyi was startled, but not wanting to cause trouble, she flicked her little whip at the back of the donkey, and it galloped away. She stopped at a tea stall... He sipped a bowl of green fruit tea and gazed into the distance…

It turned out that the five horses and their riders were rather strange. The knights wore golden silk robes, trimmed with gold thread. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that these robes alone were worth over a hundred taels of gold, far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Even more peculiar were the gold tassels peeking out from under the saddles of the five horses. When the sunlight shone on the stirrups, they too seemed to gleam with gold. Standing in the June sun, the five men and five horses shone brilliantly, like gilded statues in a temple.

At that moment, the knights reined in their horses, and they slowly entered the shade of the trees. A burly man, deep in thought,
pushed back his small black cap adorned with a bright pearl, looked around, and then turned to his
companion saying, “This place is cool and quiet; I think we should rest here for a while!” " Anyway, we've already calculated
that the enemy will definitely pass through this road. We'll wait here, taking advantage of their fatigue, and then easily catch them. Would

n't that be great?" This burly man, his face full of thought, not only looked imposing but also spoke with a booming voice, his accent thick with northern influences, clearly a powerful figure from the Yan and Zhao regions. The strange thing was, why would such a person wear such clothes? It wasn't just strange, it was almost mysterious.

He finished speaking, and without waiting for a reply, he thrust his whip into the saddle, flipped over, and leaped off his

horse. His agility was truly exceptional. A thin, tall man on another horse snorted coldly, "That second son of mine has neglected his martial arts for the past year. Look at him, he's only run this short distance and he's already too tired to even find a bed to lie down on." He spoke as if those people from the capital were his sons. "As long as he reaches out, anything is possible."

The man called "Second Brother" grinned, slapped his horse's rump, and the horse trotted away. He laughed, "Brother, to be honest, I'm really finding this a bit too much. If it weren't for the fact that we've been eating their food for over a year and receiving such hospitality, the brat wouldn't have braved this scorching sun to come here." This burly man, seven feet tall, chuckled again and said, "But those few bastards from Hunan are nothing to me, Erhu. Even if they can bring out people from the Beggars' Sect, Brother, think about it, do you think those stinking beggars from the Beggars' Sect would lend any good fighters to these scoundrels?"

The tall, thin man he called "Brother" snorted coldly, his gaze shifting, and suddenly said, "Second Brother,
look!"

The other four knights, dressed in luxurious robes, with lean physiques and fierce expressions, all followed his gaze. They saw a middle-aged beggar in a long, flowing robe, holding a broken bowl, sitting under a tree by the forest path, his eyes half-closed as if asleep, his muddy feet stretched far out.

Suddenly, the beggar awoke with a start, peeking out, still half-closed, looking at the person who had awakened him with a bewildered expression.

The burly man who called himself "Second Tiger" now clearly saw that the beggar was not old, his face was fair and clean, and his eyebrows were thin and long, hanging down, giving him a mournful look.

But these two "tigers" were both rude and reckless, taking nothing to heart. Seeing the middle-aged beggar
awake, they bared their teeth at him again. The middle-aged beggar, in a rough voice, loudly asked, "Hey, who are you?"

The middle-aged beggar, as if suddenly awakened from a deep sleep, still drowsy, replied, "I've slept here all night, so what am I anyway?"

The burly man laughed heartily, repeatedly saying, "Excellent, excellent! Then you should mind your own business!"

The middle-aged beggar said, "I don't want to meddle, but since the headquarters summoned me, alas! I can't ignore it!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback again. Erhu forced a laugh and said, "Brother,
what are you doing? For the sake of the Five Tigers of Changbai, please let the Beggar Clan drop this." He forced another laugh and continued, "We are just doing our duty to those who serve us!"

Xinyi, who was standing by the tea stall, had overheard the people talking about the Beggar Clan and had started paying attention.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged beggar took a step back, his face ashen, and said, "Changbai Five Tigers, our Beggars' Clan has a small reputation in the martial arts world. We usually help the weak and oppressed. What we can't stand the most are those who serve the Mongol court. If you turn around and leave today, no longer working for the Mongol court, my Beggars' Clan brothers will be grateful to you for life. As long as you, Changbai Five Tigers, say the word, my Beggars' Clan brothers will go through fire and water. But—" His gaze suddenly sharpened, sweeping over the Changbai Five Tigers, and he continued in a deep voice, "But today, I have to meddle in this matter. If you don't let go, even if my Beggars' Clan is accused of bullying the weak and the many, we don't care." After saying that, he clapped his hands, and suddenly a dozen beggars emerged from the woods behind the Changbai Five Tigers, holding weapons, and surrounded the Five Tigers.

These five tigers of Changbai Mountain, who had once robbed thirteen families in Northeast China in a single night, now had faces as cold as iron. Suddenly, the middle-aged beggar moved, rising like a wisp of smoke. His thin body grew to about 25 or 26 feet tall, and with a slight push of his feet, he spun in the air. With a flick of his longsword, a crystalline sword light flashed through the air, and with a "crack," he cleaved a tree branch as thick as a large bowl in two. With a "whoosh," the branch, root and leaves attached, fell to the ground. The middle-aged beggar then lightly waved his palm in the air, sending the branch flying far away before gracefully landing.

The middle-aged beggar, having displayed such astonishing skill, stood with his feet in a T-stance, still with a stern face, and slowly said: "Would you like to reconsider?"

The five tigers of Changbai couldn't help but change color. The second tiger was about to speak when the eldest tiger suddenly waved his hand and said

in a deep voice, "Today, our skills are inferior, and we five brothers have no choice but to admit defeat. Please leave Wan'er here, so that we can give an explanation to our superiors." The middle-aged beggar, who was tightly gripping the gleaming longsword, coldly replied, "Go back and tell your master that Bai Yuanxiu of the Beggar Clan pays his respects and requests that he come and offer guidance when he has time..."

The eldest tiger stammered, "So it's Elder Bai of the Thousand Hands Cold Light..."

Before he could finish, the middle-aged beggar softly said, "Get lost!" The five tigers of Changbai suddenly felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They immediately mounted their horses, tucked their tails between their legs, and fled, raising clouds of dust and creating a formidable spectacle, much like when they first arrived!

As soon as the Five Tigers of Changbai left, the middle-aged beggar slowly approached Xinyi. Suddenly, he bowed deeply to her. Xinyi was puzzled, but then she saw the other ten or so beggars also bow. Xinyi was extremely surprised and was about to ask when the middle-aged beggar suddenly asked, "Miss, are you going to the Beggar Clan's headquarters in Dadu?" Xinyi nodded, and the middle-aged beggar said, "Then please come with me!"

At the foot of Mount Song, Xinyi received the Green Bamboo Staff technique from Xia Wule, the Wind and Fire Divine Palm master. She was surprised to see the middle-aged beggar and the others being so respectful to her. However, along the way, the beggars were extremely respectful whenever she had the bamboo staff in her hand. They answered all her questions without reservation. Therefore, before even reaching Dadu, Xinyi already knew about six or seven tenths of the Beggar Clan's inner workings. However, it was a secret that the clan strictly forbade to reveal to outsiders, so since she didn't ask, they didn't bring it up either.

Along the way, passersby were all surprised to see a beautiful young woman in green walking with a group of beggars.

In no time, the group arrived in Dadu. They found that the Beggars' Sect headquarters was located behind a large temple, and the entrance was heavily guarded. When the beggars saw the middle-aged beggar, they all bowed and greeted him. After entering the inner hall, the middle-aged beggar asked Xinyi to sit outside for a while. Soon after, he returned with three other old beggars.

The middle-aged beggar pointed to a fat beggar and said, "This is Elder Song, the Transmission Elder." Elder Song bowed with both hands, and Xin Yi rose to return the bow. He then introduced Elder Wen, the Enforcement Elder, and Elder Xin, the Head of the Cudgel-Bearing Cudgel. Xin Yi then introduced herself as the Head of the Cudgel-Bearing Cudgel. After Xin Yi had performed the proper greetings, the five of them sat down and began asking about the green bamboo cudgel. Xin Yi recounted in detail her encounter with Xia Wule, the Wind and Fire Divine Palm, at the foot of Mount Song. Upon hearing this, the four elders were moved to tears, then burst into curses, vowing to avenge Xia Wule. Soon, the news spread outside the hall, and the entire temple was filled with the sound of weeping.

Seeing everyone crying, Xin Yi felt quite impatient but couldn't show it, silently cursing the old beggars. After a while, the weeping subsided. Elder Wen, the Enforcement Elder, then inquired about the position of gang leader, and Xin Yi told him the truth.

The four elders exchanged disbelieving glances after hearing this. Xin Yi, even angrier, declared, "I don't want to be the Beggars' Sect leader either! Whoever wants it can take it!" With that, she placed her green bamboo staff on the table and turned to leave. Seeing Xin Yi about to leave, Elder Xin, the leader of the staff-wielding group, panicked and reached out to grab her.

Xin Yi heard a slight whistling sound behind her and spun around, but Elder Xin's hand suddenly twisted, changing direction, and his fingers struck Xin Yi with lightning speed. His agility and speed were indeed astonishing. At this point, Xin Yi had no choice but to display her skill. She moved with fluid grace, dodging the attack with a flick of her wrist.

In that instant, Elder Wen and the other two, the enforcement elders, exchanged a glance and drew their weapons. Elder Wen, with a cold glint in his eyes, swung his weapon, "Standing Split of Mount Hua," aiming for Xin Yi's back.

Xin Yi swiftly turned, her palms moving in a flash. Old Wen's long sword missed its mark, his right hand striking out, his left finger like a sword – two moves in one, swift as lightning, truly astonishing.

Elder Song, the Transmission Elder, wielded his hook-like sickle like a broadsword, creating dazzling, bowl-sized flourishes, unleashing
a deadly strike from the "Yue Family Saber Technique," aiming for Xin Yi's "Laughing Waist" acupoint.

Xin Yi was secretly surprised, thinking, "This Transmission Elder's martial arts are indeed formidable. A hook-like sickle is much smaller than a sword
, yet he can create bowl-sized flourishes in his hands; his skill is profound. Xin Yi certainly doesn't underestimate him.

" She didn't dare underestimate him, letting out a sharp cry, her palms moving like the wind, then transforming into fists, then claws, combining the "Wind and Fire Divine Palm" of Xia Wule, the "Single-Handed Blade-Catching Technique" from the Dog-Beating Stick Technique, and the "Golden Cauldron Palm" from her Emei Sect.

These techniques were all rare in the martial arts world, and to be able to integrate them into one was unparalleled, even unheard of.

Xin Yi not only integrated these techniques perfectly, but her skill was exquisite. The four elders of the Beggars' Sect, who had dominated the martial arts world for many years and whose hands wielded incredibly powerful techniques, found themselves struggling against Xin Yi's bare hands, gaining no advantage whatsoever.

Xin Yi's palms whistled through the air, each strike precise and accurate, her timing and acupoints astounding. The Transmission Elder pondered, "Where in the martial arts world can such a beautiful young woman emerge?"

He was renowned throughout the martial arts world, with vast knowledge

, but Xin Yi's origins remained a mystery, even to his utmost. However, the Wind and Fire Divine Palm and the Dog-Beating Stick Technique are Beggar Clan martial arts, indeed passed down by Xia Wule, the master of the Wind and Fire Divine Palm. After a few more moves, a clear whistle suddenly rang out, and the four elders leaped away together. Xin Yi was engrossed in the fight, but upon seeing the four elders leap away, she also stopped. The four elders whispered for a moment, then suddenly bowed to Xin Yi. Xin Yi was bewildered and didn't even reach out to help them up. She only heard the elder who had passed on the skills say: "Miss, your martial arts are indeed personally taught by Chief Xia. The position of Chief must have been passed down to you as well. The four of us just tested our skills, and even with our combined strength, we were unable to gain the upper hand. It is a blessing for the Beggar Clan to have you in charge!"

Xin Yi, who had been completely confused, finally understood their intentions and quickly reached out to help them up, repeatedly expressing her humility. Immediately, Elder Wen summoned disciples of seven bags or above to announce this matter and set a date for the succession ceremony to be held and proclaim it to the martial arts world.

The endless bureaucratic formalities of the past few days had left Xin Yi feeling dizzy and overwhelmed. Fortunately, although the matters were tedious, they weren't too much for her to handle, as others had taken care of them. Some disciples, seeing a beautiful young woman become the leader, harbored some resentment, but upon seeing Xin Yi's charming beauty, they readily accepted her without a word. Xin Yi, realizing this important matter required reporting to her master, sent someone to Mount Emei to inform Abbess Jingxu and Zhiyi.

To be continued...

Chapter Eleven

: It was early summer, outside the capital city, on the outskirts of Xihua Mountain. The grass was green, the flowers bloomed, the moss was adorned with jade-like patterns, orioles and musk birds mingled, and the warm breeze stirred a slight restlessness.

Suddenly, a long sigh echoed, and a scholar in Confucian robes and a square cap slowly emerged
from the slope, his origins unknown. He calmly strolled around the valley, where all was silent; even the faintest sounds of insects and birds could not be heard in the empty valley. He casually picked up a withered twig and lightly sketched a plum blossom on the sand. Though only a few strokes, they perfectly captured the plum blossom's indomitable spirit.

At that moment, he faintly heard voices in the distance, but they were extremely faint and distant. His expression changed slightly, a cold smile appearing on his lips. With a flick of his hand, the withered twig was deeply embedded in the stone wall.

A moment later, he saw several extremely faint figures in the distance, arriving in the blink of an eye. Their astonishing speed was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, but upon seeing them, he smiled disdainfully, his expression becoming even colder. The figures circled briefly at the valley entrance before heading straight for where he stood. He muttered to himself, "Why are there only four? Could it be that my wish cannot be fulfilled again…?"

The four old beggars stopped a few feet away from him, then slowly approached. One of them, a tall, ruddy-faced middle-aged beggar, laughed loudly, "The Divine Lord truly believes in people, but we are too late!"

His laughter echoed through the valley, the sound reverberating. The scholar coldly snorted, his gaze sweeping over the four old beggars before settling on a gaunt one.

The old man had a long sword slung across his back; the blade was so long that it almost touched the ground, making him look rather comical. Yet, his broad forehead, deep-set cheeks, and hawk-like eyes inspired awe.

Though they wore smiles, these forced smiles could not conceal the murderous intent and determination within them—
the kind of murderous intent and determination that people cannot avoid when facing a life-or-death choice.

These expressions could not escape the cold-faced scholar's notice. His eyes flashed quickly, and he laughed loudly: "Good, good,
the four elders of the Beggars' Sect are all here today! I, Qin Wuyang, am truly delighted. However…"

His expression changed, a terrifying murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Where is your sect's Wind and Fire Divine Palm Master, Xia Wule, not? Do they look down on me, Qin?"
The red-faced old beggar was none other than Elder Song, the Transmission Elder. Upon hearing this,

Elder Xin, the withered leader of the martial arts sect, coldly interrupted, "However, our sect leader, Elder Xia, has already passed away. Our current leader is Elder Zhao... It's strange that after Xin Yi became the leader, she didn't have a surname. On Mount Emei, her master and junior sister were all just Xin Yi and Zhi Yi, and she didn't know her own surname. Remembering the ranking of surnames like Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li in the Hundred Family Surnames, she told people that her surname was Zhao, and thus, there was one more leader in the martial arts world named Elder Zhao...

" Qin Wuyang's eyes snapped open, staring at Elder Xin's face like lightning, and he said, "Who is Elder Zhao? I, Qin, would like to see for myself."

A smile appeared on Elder Xin's face, but when he smiled, it sent a chill down one's spine. He said, "If you can see Elder Zhao, I, Xin, will be the first to be overjoyed." "

Qin Wuyang's expression changed as he asked, "What do you mean by that?"
Elder Wen, the Enforcement Elder, interjected, "My Lord, please don't be angry. Chief Xia of the Wind and Fire Divine Palm passed away a month ago, which is why he couldn't fulfill the life-or-death agreement you made with me three years ago. However..."

Suddenly, a stunningly beautiful girl in green emerged from behind a tree, slowly walking to the four elders of the Beggars' Sect. She smiled slightly at Qin Wuyang, revealing her pearly teeth and dimples, looking charming and delightful.

Elder Wen, the Enforcement Elder, quickly said, "Chief... why are you here too..."

But Xinyi said coquettishly... "Hmph! If you can come, why can't I?"

Elder Wen hurriedly said, "Of course you can, but... but..."

Qin Wuyang said "Oh," and glanced at the still embarrassed leader of the Beggars' Sect with surprise. He thought to himself, "Why would the Beggars' Sect push this delicate little girl to be the leader?" He paused for a moment, then looked back at Xin Yi and said, "Chief Zhao has an extraordinary demeanor. It makes me, Qin, very happy that an old friend has a descendant. However, let us settle the matter of the previous generation ourselves. If Chief Zhao has no need to interfere, he doesn't need to get involved."

In that instant, another thought crossed Qin Wuyang's mind. Although Xinyi was the leader of the Beggars' Sect, given his own status in the martial world, it seemed somewhat inappropriate for him to attack her… Xinyi

gazed at Qin Wuyang and said, “What the Divine Lord says is naturally reasonable, but a true man's word is as good as black and white. Since the Beggars' Sect and the Divine Lord have a prior agreement, I should naturally abide by the sect's dying wish and fulfill this agreement with the Divine Lord. As for success or failure, life or death, how could we concern ourselves with that?”

Qin Wuyang smiled and nodded, secretly admiring the girl's courage, and said, “Everyone has their own ambitions, and no one can force anyone. Since Leader Zhao is so virtuous, I, Qin, greatly admire her.”

He paused, his voice turning cold and stern, then suddenly burst into a long, drawn-out laugh that sent petals fluttering down from the azaleas. He continued sharply, "How could I, the Five Supreme Divine Lord, possibly contend with your Beggars' Sect for such a ridiculous title? If you like it, let you call yourselves the number one sect in the world, what's wrong with that? But I never imagined that the leaders of a sect claiming to be the orthodox martial arts lineage would join forces to commit such a despicable act, the Five Swords Combined..."

Elder Xin's shoulder shrugged slightly as he moved alone to stand before Qin Wuyang, interrupting his words, and coldly said, "You don't need to say anything more. You have only yourself to blame, who else can you complain about! Today we have come from afar
to witness some of the most wondrous skills of your Five Supreme Divine Lord. Draw up the rules, and we will gladly oblige."

Qin Wuyang said, "I'm afraid you are not qualified to witness my ultimate moves." "The Fourth Elder remained calm despite Qin Wuyang's insults and scorn. 'The Five Supreme Divine Lord is unparalleled in the world in swordsmanship, poetry, calligraphy, painting, and literature. We are merely martial artists; how could we possibly match the Divine Lord's mastery of both martial arts and literature?'

Elder Xin chimed in, 'Especially that last skill; we are utterly outmatched.'

Elder Wen chuckled, 'Elder Xin is absolutely right. The Divine Lord is dashing and romantic; that is something we
old men can never

match.' Qin Wuyang sneered, 'That's for the best. First, I want to see what exquisite techniques this self-proclaimed number one swordsman of the Beggars' Sect, Elder Xin, possesses that makes him so arrogant.'" A sinister glint appeared on his lips as he said, “

Then what? Show me your exceptional skills, everyone. I, Qin, will not disappoint you. In any case, those who enter this valley today and cannot defeat me, Qin, will likely not be able to return alive. If I, Qin, am defeated by you, I do not wish to return alive either. I have made my point clear, so there is no need for any talk of chivalry. Just use your methods against me.”

Dusk had fallen, and the sky was starless and moonless, but the afterglow of the setting sun prevented it from appearing too dark. Furthermore, they were all highly skilled in internal energy, and although their vision in the darkness was not as clear as day, it was still quite sharp. Qin Wuyang’s gaze swept swiftly across the four men’s faces, noticing their uncertain expressions, yet each of them seemed confident and prepared, as if they had already made their plans.

A thought flashed through his mind, but then he reasoned, "Even if they have some trick up their sleeve, surely I can see through it. Besides, even if all five of them join forces, they might not be able to harm me."

Elder Xin snorted coldly and said, "You are indeed a man of few words, speaking cleanly and decisively, just to my
liking. Now, it's best to cut to the chase and settle this quickly."

He reached out and pulled the clasp on his chest, withdrawing his longsword. With a flick of his wrist, countless sword stars appeared, like a shower of flowers, falling in a dazzling display—it was a famous sword.

He pushed the scabbard out horizontally, and it landed flat on a protruding rock, as if supported by someone.

Seeing Elder Xin display this skill, Qin Wuyang thought to himself, "A man of great reputation is not without merit. Today's encounter is truly crucial to my survival. These four are all renowned figures in the martial arts world. Although I am famous throughout the land for my martial arts, this is the first time I have fought against the four elders of the Beggars' Sect."

Elder Wen was the first to leap out, standing in the south of the circle. Elder Xin, Elder Song, and Elder Bai each took their places, drawing their swords. Elder Xin pointed his sword upwards and said, "Since it's a sword duel, Divine Lord, please draw your swords quickly.

" The Five Absolutes Divine Lord flipped his hand, drawing his longsword, and said, "For nearly ten years, I, Qin, haven't used a weapon. Today, since you are all top masters in the martial arts world, I, Qin, have to make an exception and use this branch to test your skills. Please, make your move." "Shouldn't Chief Zhao come up too?"

Xin Yi shook her head, but simply stood aside. Even

Elder Wen, with his profound self-control, couldn't help
but show his displeasure, saying, "Since the Divine Lord speaks so, we will be presumptuous." As soon as he finished speaking, the four longswords, which had been still, suddenly shot out like serpents, their blades intertwining. Strangely, the four swords didn't strike Qin Wuyang directly, but instead formed a screen of light around him.

Qin Wuyang felt as if he were inside a giant glass dome, surrounded by dazzling light.
The swordplay was incredibly strange, yet it wasn't from any particular school of swordsmanship—Wudang, Emei, Diancang, or Dongguan—but rather...
The sword strikes were continuous, like the surging waters of the Yangtze River, yet as long as he stood still, they could not harm him.
It should be known that since ancient times, sword techniques in the martial world have been either for self-defense or for injuring others.
A sword technique that neither defends nor injures is truly unheard of. If you don't move, you cannot escape this circle; if you try to move, those four perfectly coordinated sword lights are simply impossible to break through. Not even a speck of dust can enter, let alone a person.
The Seven Absolutes Divine Lord stood silently within the sword light for about half a cup of tea's time, racking his brains for a way to break the formation, thinking to himself:
"No wonder they advocated this method; they've mastered such strange and excellent sword techniques. This is something I hadn't anticipated. I only thought that with their four swords combined, defeating them wouldn't be a quick matter, but breaking through would be a piece of cake. I never expected..."

He carefully observed the four men's sword techniques, but each sword was crisscrossed, the blades gleaming, vibrating rapidly, cleverly filling the gaps between them.

The Five Absolutes Divine Lord couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. He thought to himself, "If I had brought the 'Clear Spring Sword,' I could have used the 'Shenjiang Sword Technique,' which I've painstakingly developed over decades, to break through this formation. But now I only have an ordinary steel sword. How can I possibly break through the swords in the hands of these four elders?" "

Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly saw two intersecting sword lights, slightly colliding and emitting a soft clang. The sword technique, originally flawless, paused for a moment due to this clash.

But it was a fleeting instant, as brief as a flash of light in the darkness. With a swift thought, the Five Absolutes Divine Lord thrust his steel sword into the gap, his left palm rising, the wind from his palm like a blade, slicing across the two sword lights.

Originally, this sword formation was practiced jointly by the four elders, not intended to counter the Five Absolutes Divine Lord. However, their three-year agreement with him was drawing near. The Five Absolutes Divine Lord was notoriously ruthless in the martial world, often killing with a smile, and his martial arts were profound. In all his years of wandering the martial world, no one had ever lasted more than twenty moves against him. That's why

they had re-practiced this formation, but in this relatively short period, their skills had already..." Reaching the pinnacle, he thus had a slight lapse in concentration.

But what kind of person was Mei Shanmin, the Five Absolutes Divine Lord? His speed of thought and reaction was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Elder Xin only felt a jolt in his wrist, a strange force causing his whole body to tremble. His sword naturally became sluggish, unable to coordinate with the sword techniques of the other three. The originally tight and domineering sword formation loosened because of his slight sluggishness, and gaps began to appear between the swords. Taking advantage of the situation ,

the Five Absolute Divine Lord lunged forward with his left shoulder, his right hand wielding a steel sword that transformed into hundreds of flying shadows, piercing into the gaps. The rapid, trembling movements further disrupted the already weakening sword formation. Suddenly, he struck Elder Wen on the ribs again, causing Elder Wen to spit out blood and
collapse to the ground. Suddenly, a flash of azure light appeared, and the Xin Yi short sword, wielding the "Rainbow Across the Sky," swept downwards, creating a pale azure radiance that separated the Seven Wonders Divine Lord and the Fourth Elder.

Both the Five Great Divine Lords and the Third Elder felt a jolt in their hands, their longswords flying from their grasp. The Five Great Divine Lords were especially startled, never expecting that this delicate-looking Chief Zhao possessed such profound skill. However, Xin Yi swiftly grabbed the five swords back and placed them in the four men's hands, saying sweetly, "Why risk your life in a friendly spar?" Amidst her cheerful words, the Five Great Divine Lords felt a chill in his heart. Suddenly, he flicked his sword, severing his own right hand, and left without looking back.

Xin Yi was stunned, utterly bewildered, and led the Third Elder, supporting Elder Wen, back to the Beggars' Sect. It turned out that the Five Great Divine Lords, arrogant by nature, had been outmaneuvered and outmaneuvered by Xin Yi today. Realizing the vast difference in their martial arts, he was disheartened and severed his right hand to signify his abandonment of swordsmanship, then drifted away.

Back at the main headquarters, it was already past midnight. After tidying herself up in her room, Xin Yi summoned Elder Xin and the other two into the inner hall, scolding them for not letting her know about this matter. Elder Xin and the others hesitated, unsure how to answer. In truth, they were worried that Xin Yi, being so delicate, wouldn't be able to handle the situation, but they couldn't say it aloud... so they could only listen quietly to Xin Yi's lecture

. Finally, after she finished, Xin Yi told them to leave and rest. After Elder Xin and the other two left, Xin Yi thought of Elder Wen's injuries and went to Elder Wen's room where he was recuperating. She saw Elder Wen with a pale face, sitting on the bed adjusting his breathing. She reached out and felt his pulse. Elder Wen was startled and opened his eyes. Seeing the leader, Xin Yi shook her head, telling him not to speak, knowing that he had suffered some injury to his Du meridian, which was somewhat troublesome. Xin Yi then extended her right palm and patted his neck three times, while her left palm pressed on his waist.

Elder Wen hurriedly said, "My injury is nothing serious, Chief... you don't need to expend your energy."

A wisp of white steam rose from Xin Yi's head, and after a short while, she released her left palm. Elder Wen said, "Chief, why did you waste your internal energy for me at this time?" Xin Yi smiled, "Your internal injury is quite serious; the sooner it's treated, the better."

Elder Wen's face, which had been frighteningly pale, flushed red in just a moment, indicating that his internal injury was mostly healed. Xin Yi patted Elder Wen's shoulder, offering a few words of comfort. Suddenly, her eyes flashed, and her face turned bright red. Elder Wen's crotch bulged high; it turned out that Xin Yi had massaged Elder Wen's Du meridian with her internal energy, which connects to the Zhiyang acupoint in his lower body. With a surge of internal energy from Xin Yi, Elder Wen's penis involuntarily hardened. Upon seeing this, Xin Yi's heart pounded...

Elder Wen, realizing his own embarrassing state, was utterly ashamed, stammering, "I...I..."
But Xin Yi gave him a watery look and said sweetly, "I think I'll just go all the way..."

Elder Wen didn't understand what Xin Yi meant, but then he saw her quietly unbuckling his belt. Elder Wen exclaimed in surprise, "Chief, you..."

"Don't speak," Xin Yi said, smiling at him.

Obeying her orders, Elder Wen could only nod blankly.

Xin Yi parted his trousers and gently caressed his penis. Elder Wen couldn't resist the caress of Xin Yi's delicate hands
; his erect penis, hard as iron, throbbed and throbbed with heat.

Xin Yi first placed her hand on Elder Wen's penis and rubbed it, saying, "Elder Wen, at your age,
you can still get this hard, amazing!"

After Xin Yi had rubbed it enough, she slowly pulled down Elder Wen's trousers, but Elder Wen's erect penis
hooked onto the trousers. With a little effort from Xin Yi, the penis broke free from the fabric and stood erect, thick and fleshy.

Since becoming the gang leader, everyone had treated Xin Yi with utmost respect. Seeing Elder Wen's penis, her delicate face flushed red. She asked Elder Wen to pull his trousers down a little further, and took a silk handkerchief to carefully wipe his hard penis. Her movements were very gentle, so Elder Wen felt no discomfort, and his flagpole-like penis remained erect.

Although Elder Wen's penis was large, it was smooth and full. After wiping it, Xin Yi cupped his glans in her left palm and asked, "Does it feel good?"

"It feels so good." Elder Wen's voice trembled.

Xin Yi released her hand and brought her nose close to his penis. Elder Wen looked at her innocent, half-closed expression and couldn't resist a surge of desire. His penis throbbed forcefully, slapping against Xin Yi's nose. Xin Yi felt the soft warmth of the glans and couldn't help but giggle.

Although it had been wiped clean, Elder Wen's penis still had a strong smell, like a mixture of sweat and urine. Xin Yi made up her mind, stretched out her pale pink lips, and touched Elder Wen's glans. Elder Wen's penis immediately reacted, the glans tilting upwards. Upon seeing this, Xin Yi felt an indescribable itching sensation in her lower body.

She pulled her face back, looked at Elder Wen, and then slightly parted her cherry lips, pretending to approach his glans. Elder Wen couldn't withstand such teasing; his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest, and his penis was about to explode.

Xin Yi gently took half of Elder Wen's glans into her mouth. Part of Elder Wen's foreskin covered the outer edge of his glans. Xin Yi's nimble tongue slipped inside the foreskin, using the tip to pull the glans out. Suddenly, Elder Wen's entire glans was exposed, filling Xin Yi's small mouth completely. Elder Wen's whole body convulsed and trembled violently. Xin Yi relaxed her lips, her small tongue swirling around his urethral opening, gradually spreading out to encompass the entire glans, and sliding into the groove, licking back and forth with the tip of her tongue. Elder Wen couldn't resist, his buttocks thrusting upwards again. Xin Yi's small mouth encircled him, swallowing his entire glans.

"Oh..." Elder Wen groaned. Xin Yi sucked and licked like she was licking an ice pop, making Elder Wen's glans swollen and shiny with an unusually sensitive touch. Every time Xin Yi's tongue grazed it, he felt like he was falling from a great height, his heart pounding in his

chest. Looking down at the gang leader he admired, who was using her small mouth to suck on his throbbing, aching penis, he felt a chaotic, stormy reaction in his chest. Every nerve in his body was like a taut bowstring, and his penis was like an arrow on a bow, ready to be shot at any moment.

Xin Yi noticed that Elder Wen's penis was still stiff, and the veins that were buried in the shaft were struggling and swelling. She gently sucked on it a couple of times, then released his penis from her lips. She then stood up, slowly unbuckled her belt, and with a swift movement, slid her outer garment off her smooth shoulders, revealing her pink, fragrant shoulders and the obvious curves of her full breasts. She pulled off her short yellow underpants, and Xin Yi's beautiful, exquisite figure was presented naked before Elder Wen.

Under the lamplight, Xin Yi's naked body was on full display. Her firm, exquisite breasts rose and fell like two large, ripe peaches. Her fair and rosy skin was flawless, like a fine jade carving, delicate and translucent. Her small, angular red lips were parted. Her smooth, delicate neck, her smooth, delicate abdomen, her rounded, long thighs, her full, firm buttocks, her curvaceous, tall, and well-proportioned figure, and her alluring pink vulva were like a secluded valley in the deep mountains. Elder Wen had never seen such a sight before, and his eyes turned bloodshot, his hands trembling.

Elder Wen's lust was instantly aroused. He pounced on Xin Yi, embracing her curvaceous body, his right hand constantly caressing her warm vulva. His hands traced from Xin Yi's toes down her calves, then lingered on her soft, white thighs, sliding down her hips to her waist and abdomen. Finally, his hands moved down her neck, resting on her firm breasts. Xin Yi felt waves of tingling pleasure coursing through her body.

After fondling Xin Yi's irresistible breasts, Elder Wen turned to her bright red nipples, circling his tongue over them before suddenly taking one breast into his mouth and suckling. Xin Yi was nearly driven to madness by the teasing, desperately twisting her beautiful body and spreading her long, slender legs wide open.

Xin Yi's private parts were completely exposed. Sparse, soft pubic hair couldn't cover her slightly parted, pink petals. Her thighs were wide open, revealing a soft, raised triangle, beneath which lay a clitoris, slightly pink like her nipples, tightly closed. Elder Wen couldn't resist touching that area, causing Xin Yi to tremble all over, her juices flowing freely. Elder Wen became even more excited, parting Xin Yi's soft labia with two fingers, pressing his thumb against her defenseless clitoris, and beginning to vibrate rapidly.

Xin Yi's body trembled instinctively from this intense stimulation, only able to utter soft, trembling sounds, unable to speak…

Elder Wen lowered his mouth, his nimble tongue roaming over Xin Yi's vulva, relentlessly licking that area.

Xin Yi was now in a state of heightened sexual arousal, and soon she was completely out of control. She let out soft moans, involuntarily shaking her head, her smooth, white abdomen rising and falling rhythmically. Suddenly, even she could feel a surge of heat within her body, and a stream of fluid was flowing down her thighs. The indescribable pleasure between her groins grew stronger and stronger.

Xin Yi groaned as she got up, pulled off Elder Wen's clothes, flipped him over and pinned him beneath her, grasping his thick, hard penis and beginning to stroke it. Xin Yi's delicate hands gently rubbed the glans against her vulva, her wet labia swirling around the glans. A sensation like being electrocuted instantly surged through Xin Yi's body, and her vaginal fluids gushed out like a burst dam from her vulva.

Xin Yi twisted her hips incessantly, her upper body arching, her loose, jet-black hair flying wildly in the air before landing on her snow-white shoulders. Elder Wen had never tasted such pleasure before, and felt a surge of intense stimulation. His penis seemed to swell, taut to the extreme, and he involuntarily straightened his lower body. With a soft "whoosh," half of his thick penis was already inside Xin Yi's warm, moist honey hole. Xin Yi felt as if a red-hot iron rod was being inserted into her vagina, both hot and itchy, an indescribable pleasure surging through her heart. Her blood began to boil, and she even felt a little dizzy. The thick honey hole stopped moving forward inside Xin Yi's vagina, and her cherry-like lips parted slightly, a look of joy and comfort appearing on her face. But Wen Changshi was already immersed in the happiness Xinyi gave him, and had no intention of actively violating her. He lay there motionless, his thick penis erect, trembling with excessive excitement.

Xinyi, however, was slowly reaching her limit. Her buttocks wiggled slightly, her body rising and falling, her full, firm breasts swaying with her movements. At this moment, she no longer cared about her exposed breasts, only wanting Elder Wen's penis to penetrate deeper into her vagina. She leaned back comfortably, quickly bracing herself with her hands on Elder Wen's legs to keep from losing her balance, her buttocks shaking wildly, her large breasts swaying up and down and side to side. A wave of pleasure surged through her.

Encouraged by Xin Yi, Elder Wen gradually began to thrust upwards in sync with the rhythm of her hip movements, intensifying Xin Yi's pleasure. She trembled uncontrollably, almost losing herself in the sensation, and saliva even dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Xin Yi's breathing became increasingly rapid, the intense stimulation rushing to every corner of her body. She felt her vagina contracting repeatedly as Elder Wen's penis relentlessly penetrated her, each thrust reaching the very depths of her soul. She involuntarily moaned, "Mmm...so good..."...Ah...faster...oh...God...I'm coming...mmm...ah...I'm going to heaven...God!" "...Ah..." A surge of climax washed over Xin Yi, her body trembling as she ejaculated... Elder Wen couldn't resist reaching out to grasp her full breasts, kneading them vigorously. He straightened up, embracing Xin Yi tightly, their skin pressed together, rubbing against each other. Finally, he couldn't help but shudder, his semen shooting into Xin Yi's vagina like a spray.

The two held each other even tighter until Elder Wen's penis softened and quietly slipped out of Xin Yi's vagina. Xin Yi then slowly got up, telling Elder Wen to rest well. After getting dressed, she prepared to return to her room. Just

as she stepped out of her room, she heard strange noises coming from the next room. Peeking through the crack in the door, she saw Elder Xin taking off his pants and... As she masturbated, Xin Yi's face flushed. She knew Elder Xin had seen her and Elder Wen's intimate moment. A thought struck her, and she pushed open the door and went inside.

After witnessing Xin Yi and Elder Wen's act, Elder Xin's mind was filled with images of Xin Yi's voluptuous body, as if she were swaying, swaying, swaying before his eyes. Unable to restrain himself, he pulled out his penis, closed his eyes, and imagined Xin Yi's beautiful body, masturbating until he was completely absorbed. He didn't even realize he was outside the door until Xin Yi burst in, and it was too late.

Seeing his startled yet erect expression, Xin Yi suddenly found it amusing and asked with a laugh, "What are you doing?"

Elder Xin was truly honest; he replied truthfully, "Thinking about you..." "

Well...you're thinking about it quite realistically..." Xin Yi said, looking at the hard thing in his hand.

"I...I..." Elder Xin knew Xin Yi was watching his penis. He turned away from her, embarrassed, and tried to explain, "Actually, I was just thinking about it casually..." "

Is that so?" Xin Yi came in and closed the door. "Keep thinking!" Elder Xin was stunned for a while, then said, "This is a bit hard to think about..." Elder Xin's penis, like him, was dark and thin, but strong and muscular, with a large glans. Xin Yi walked over, cupped her hands, and rubbed his urethral opening. Elder Xin couldn't help but groan.

"You're really hard..." Xin Yi said.
"I...I..." Xin Yi pushed his hands away and began to stroke him herself, her hands moving up and down. Elder Xin trembled even more violently.

Xin Yi cupped Elder Xin's glans in her palm, gently rubbing it with her delicate hand. The sensation was so

intense that Elder Xin gasped for breath, his body trembling, his penis throbbing even more. Xin Yi asked again, "How is it now? Comfortable?" Elder Xin gasped, "So comfortable, more… harder…" His penis was so swollen it was almost painful.

At this moment, Xin Yi smiled at Elder Xin, "You're quite something, already so excited, yet you can still hold back from coming."

"I…I…can I…?" Elder Xin stammered.

"What?" Xin Yi didn't even look up, playfully circling her finger around the glans.

"Can I…?" Elder Xin looked at Xin Yi's upturned buttocks, "touch you?"

"Hmm, just a little bit…" Xin Yi said. Elder Xin, feeling guilty, reached out and caressed Xin Yi's pink and plump buttocks. Xin Yi's buttocks, clad only in a thin shirt, were smooth and delicate. His hand lingered on Xin Yi's thighs and buttocks, caressing them repeatedly.

Later, he grew bolder, bending his middle and index fingers and lightly touching Xin Yi's raised vulva. Seeing that Xin Yi only wiggled her buttocks and did not object, he went a step further and left his fingers there, slowly pressing and rubbing. He kept touching her, feeling that the bottom of Xin Yi's skirt was gradually getting wet.

After a while, he became more skilled and bolder, slipping his hand along the edge of the fabric inside Xin Yi's skirt, finding her moist labia and stirring and rubbing them. Xin Yi became increasingly sticky, unconsciously twisting her buttocks. Xin Yi deliberately and quickly thrust into him a dozen times, making Elder Xin extremely aroused. He stood up and fell to the floor along with Xin Yi. Xin Yi could no longer stand. She pushed Elder Xin away, pulled up her skirt, and squatted down.

Elder Xin's penis remained erect throughout. When Xin Yi came down, her legs were spread wide, and his penis, pointing skyward, naturally slid into her vagina. Xin Yi's vagina, already wet and warm from her previous orgasm, was penetrated by his glans, which, aided by her weight, reached her G-spot. Xin Yi had already climaxed, but Elder Xin's sudden insertion excited her again. Elder Xin held Xin Yi's buttocks and legs, slowly rocking her. Xin Yi gritted her teeth, and her vagina contracted uncontrollably, beginning to feel wonderful again.

Elder Xin supported her as she rose and fell with his hands. Soon, he noticed Xin Yi moving her hips up and down on her own. He moved his hands to her chest, pulled open her shirt, and began to play with her breasts. Xin Yi frowned, seemingly in pain, but her mouth was gurgling softly. Two small dimples appeared on her face. She tilted her head back and forth, her hair scattered, making meaningless guttural sounds.

Elder Xin pinched her nipples hard, but Xin Yi didn't feel any pain; she just kept moving her hips up and down. Seeing this, Elder Xin also thrust his hips to help her. As soon as Xin Yi realized that Elder Xin was also moving in sync, she immediately said, "Don't stop..."

Elder Xin gradually increased his force, each time perfectly penetrating to the very bottom of Xin Yi's honeypot, then quickly withdrawing, and then quickly thrusting in again. Unable to hold on any longer, Xinyi lazily leaned against Elder Xin's shoulder. Elder Xin released Xinyi's beautiful breasts and began to caress her all over. Xinyi's smile deepened, and her dimples sank even further. Xinyi felt comfortable being penetrated, her vagina contracting and tightening repeatedly. Elder Xin also felt comfortable inside, his penis growing thicker and harder, making Xinyi feel even more comfortable. Finally, Xinyi reached another climax, her whole body trembling, her breathing becoming weak. She could only gasp softly. Elder Xin's glans tingled, and he also ejaculated. Although

the night was cool, both of them were still covered in sweat. They cuddled and cuddled for a while. Elder Xin was so tired from kneeling that he accidentally sat down on the ground. Xinyi lay down for a moment, then struggled to get up and sit on his lap. Elder Xin held her, and she rested her head on his shoulder. They looked at each other and kissed again. After a while, Xinyi slowly stood up, gave some detailed instructions, and then returned to her room. As soon as she opened the door, she suddenly saw a familiar purple figure standing at the head of the bed, looking at her with a half-smile. It was her junior sister, Zhiyi. Xinyi blushed and asked, "How long have you been here?"

Zhiyi giggled, "I arrived just as you left your room. I didn't expect you to be here, sister..."
Xinyi's face flushed even more...

To be continued...

Chapter Twelve

. Xinyi was overjoyed to see Zhiyi in the room, but also felt incredibly embarrassed. She knew Zhiyi had surely seen her wanton behavior. However, Zhiyi didn't tease her as usual, only smiling. Xinyi felt relieved, but also very puzzled. That night, the two sisters talked in bed together. They were always very close, and under Xinyi's gentle questioning, Zhiyi recounted her journey down the mountain...

It turned out that a Beggar Clan disciple had suddenly arrived on Mount Emei, informing Master Jingxu and Zhiyi that Xinyi had taken over as the Beggar Clan leader. Master Jingxu and Zhiyi were both very surprised. Zhiyi was very excited, but Master Jingxu had other considerations. After dismissing the Beggar Clan disciple, she returned to the back hall to rest.

That night, Zhiyi felt increasingly uneasy. She thought of her sister's impressive skills in the martial world, while she was still diligently practicing on this desolate mountain, utterly bewildered. Her master wouldn't let her leave the mountain; it was truly unfair. After thinking for most of the night, she finally made up her mind to leave Emei that very night to find Xinyi in Dadu. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She quickly packed her bags, quietly left the inner hall, and headed straight for the mountain gate. Just as she was about to reach the gate, she suddenly heard someone cough. Zhiyi's heart sank. The voice was so familiar. Turning around, she saw it was her master, Abbess Jingxu. She had no choice but to obediently stop, head bowed, awaiting her reprimand.

Abbess Jingxu snorted, "I knew you little rascal would try to slip away, hehe!"
Then she sighed, "Alas!" You don't need to sneak away anymore. To be honest, I was quite surprised that Xinyi took over as the leader of the Beggars' Sect. The martial world is dangerous, especially since the relationships between sects are so complex. I don't know if she can handle it all by herself! Sigh!

This is good for you. You can go down the mountain early to help your sister!

Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, thinking she had misheard. Then she realized her master had agreed to let her leave the mountain. She immediately jumped closer to Abbess Jingxu, kissed her cheek, and giggled, "I knew Master was the best..."

Abbess Jingxu laughed and scolded, "You're

so disrespectful! What kind of behavior is this..." Suddenly, Abbess Jingxu said seriously, "Zhiyi, the martial world is not like Mount Emei. After we arrive in Dadu, you must help Xinyi properly..." She gave her these detailed instructions and then gave her an extra fifty taels of silver before letting Zhiyi leave. Thinking that only her master would be left on the mountain after she left, Zhiyi was very reluctant to part. She said goodbye to Abbess Jingxu for a long time before finally setting off.

When Zhiyi descended the mountain, it was already dawn. The scenery of the fields along the way delighted her. After two days of travel, she arrived at Guanliang Town, a river and land port. However, having already set her sights on a destination, she didn't linger in the town. That very day, she boarded a small awning boat bound for Dadu and headed north along the canal.

The awning boat wasn't very large. At the time of departure, besides the cargo, there was only the boatman and a newlywed couple. The boatman was about forty years old, quite robust, but seemed a bit dull-witted. The newlywed couple and Zhiyi each had a cabin, while the boatman slept in the forward cabin. The scenery on the canal was beautiful, and Zhiyi didn't find the journey boring. Within a day, Zhiyi became quite familiar with the newlywed couple and the boatman. Everyone found her young and charming, and they were all happy to talk to her. The awning boat traveled by day and rested at various docks along the way. This day, as the boat reached Hanyang, it was already dark, and the crew went to bed early. Zhiyi, upon returning to her room, also felt drowsy.

Around midnight, Zhiyi suddenly heard rustling sounds from the next room. Peeking through the crack in the deck, she saw the newlywed couple making love. Because the cabin was cramped, they were both covered with blankets and trying to be quiet. But Zhiyi, young and curious about the sexes, couldn't take her eyes off them. She felt a crawling sensation all over her body and a warm current flowing through her lower abdomen. "How could this be? So embarrassing!" she thought. Zhiyi subtly clenched her thighs, feeling a sticky, slippery fluid overflow from her vagina. She rubbed herself a couple more times, feeling a wave of tingling pleasure spread throughout her body. Zhiyi felt a jolt and couldn't help but continue rubbing...

Zhiyi felt herself gradually becoming hazy. Although she resisted the temptation between her fingers, she still collapsed onto the bed. She continued rubbing in a daze. Suddenly, Zhiyi heard some rustling sounds beside her. She struggled to sit up and saw the boatman staring at her. The rustling sound came from the movement of his crotch. Like

a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, the boatman had already noticed Zhiyi peeking into the next room. Seeing Zhiyi's unbearably itchy appearance, he couldn't resist any longer. He secretly pulled down his pants and reached inside, touching his hardened penis. When Zhiyi collapsed onto the bed again to rub herself, how could he resist? He pulled out his penis and came in. He began to move with abandon.

Zhiyi stood there, stunned, watching the boat captain passionately stroking his penis, looking completely absorbed. The scene
made her feel confused, and her breathing became increasingly rapid. Suddenly, the boat captain gently pulled her close, their noses almost touching. She wanted to turn and run away, but her whole body was weak, and she felt incredibly ashamed.

Zhiyi felt the boat captain's hands roaming all over her body, and she felt increasingly dizzy, her limbs weak and powerless, leaving her at his mercy. Knowing that Zhiyi had no intention of resisting, the boat captain became even more audacious. He pushed Zhiyi down onto the bed, his right hand boldly caressing her breasts. Zhiyi's breasts had never been touched by anyone before, and she knew she should resist, but she couldn't resist the waves of novel pleasure, and involuntarily began to writhe her body.

Seeing that his move had worked, the boat captain became even more emboldened. He unbuttoned Zhiyi's shirt with his fingers, then swiftly slipped his hand inside, grasping her right breast flesh to flesh. It was delicate, pink, and elastic, a perfect size for his hand. As he pressed it, his left hand continued to gently caress Zhiyi's entire body.

Zhiyi felt a tingling, numbing sensation and a sense of bewilderment. She wanted to stop the boatman's advances, but she couldn't resist this novel, tingling feeling. Soon, the boatman had completely unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her snow-white upper body. Zhiyi's beautiful breasts were clearly displayed before him. She covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, which only benefited the boatman, who greedily feasted his eyes on her magnificent bosom.

Zhiyi tightly gripped the boatman's hands, wanting to speak to stop him, but when she opened her mouth, only soft breaths escaped her lips, her face flushed. This only encouraged the boatman further. The boatman deliberately pressed her nipples lightly with his fingers, sometimes kneading, sometimes pinching, and even rubbing and pulling at the nipples, making Zhiyi gasp softly and writhe.

Then, the boatman lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it, teasing it relentlessly. Zhiyi had never experienced anything like this before, and she could no longer hold back, letting out a soft moan. By this time, Zhiyi was so comfortable she was almost delirious. The boatman boldly unbuckled her belt and pulled down her pants, revealing her flat, white abdomen and delicate, rosy vulva, glistening and clear, without a single pubic hair. There was obvious wetness at the entrance of her vagina. The boatman probed and pressed with his index and middle fingers; it was indeed sticky and slippery, her vaginal fluids already overflowing.

Zhiyi was shocked to realize the boatman had discovered her shameful secret. Her body trembled violently, and she tried to stop him, but it was too late. The boatman's fingers penetrated the source of her wetness. A wave of unprecedented pleasure washed over Zhiyi, and she both longed for the boatman to stop and yet hoped he wouldn't. Her heart was in turmoil, a wave of ecstasy washing over her.

Seeing that Zhiyi seemed resigned, the boatman continued to suckle and lick her breasts, calmly removing his own clothes until he was completely naked. The two then embraced each other naked. Zhiyi inhaled the man's scent, her sensitive areas now completely under his control. She could only murmur helplessly. The boatman had Zhiyi lie on her side facing him, pulling her thigh across his waist and caressing her leg. This placed his hard glans against the entrance of her vagina, rubbing against it. Zhiyi felt waves of pleasure and involuntarily wiggled her hips to match
the boatman's movements. He even tried inserting half of his glans into her vagina. Zhiyi's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, a silly, wanton smile on her face. Seeing she wasn't in pain, the boatman thrust his penis forward, the entire glans inside her.

"Ouch!" Zhiyi cried out, her brow furrowed.

Knowing he couldn't give up halfway, the boatman hardened his heart and continued thrusting in and out. Zhiyi
gripped his hand tightly in pain, but she couldn't stop him from penetrating deeper. Finally, the boatman felt his glans fully inside her, and he stopped. Zhiyi frowned deeply and said resentfully, "If I had known it would hurt this much... I, I'm in so much pain..." The boatman quickly said, "I'm sorry... this way your pain will be shorter, it'll be over soon, my darling." "Who's your darling? You only know how to bully me."

Hearing her coquettish words, the boatman couldn't help but kiss her lips. Zhiyi responded with her tongue, and the two held each other tightly. After a while, the boatman's penis slowly began to gently thrust in and out. Zhiyi was no longer in pain; instead, she felt pleasure, and a comfortable expression appeared on her face. Zhiyi moaned softly, "Oh...so good...God...how can it be...so good...this time...it's hitting my heart...ah...ah..."

Zhiyi, experiencing her first time, felt an indescribable pleasure, a sensation she had never felt before, making her feel like she was flying to heaven. As the boatman thrust, he felt his penis enveloped by warm, tight flesh. The honeyed orifice was overflowing with lustful fluids, incredibly sensitive, and he was thrilled. He kissed Zhiyi's lips, cheeks, and snow-white neck repeatedly. Zhiyi trembled, her arms tightening around him. The boatman straightened up, looking down at his large penis moving in and out of her orifice, each thrust making a "splat" sound. After a few thrusts, he could no longer be gentle; he raised his large penis and began to thrust hard, each time all the way in.

Zhiyi gasped for breath as she was penetrated, her juices splashing everywhere. Waves of pleasure washed over her, her clitoris trembling violently until she reached her peak and ejaculated. The boatman felt the trembling of Zhiyi's vaginal opening from the tip of his penis, her juices gushing out incessantly. His expression froze; he knew she had reached her first orgasm.

Then, Zhiyi shuddered violently, and the boatman felt a tingling sensation in his glans as large gushes of semen gushed out, shooting deep into Zhiyi's body. Zhiyi was scalded and pounded by the semen, her clitoris pressed tightly against his penis. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and her juices flowed again as she reached another orgasm, her semen staining their groins. Satisfied, they embraced and kissed, reluctant to part. Only after a long, long time did they separate, the boatman finally rising with reluctance.

Zhiyi, having just tasted the sweetness of love, was instantly captivated, as if they were in honey. Every night, she and the boatman would make love. For the first few days, they were secretive, but after a couple more days, the newlyweds reached their destination and disembarked. Zhiyi and the boatman became even more unrestrained, sometimes even taking to the water during the day when the boat was docked. The boatman was completely mesmerized, and in his ecstasy, he became even more infatuated. The two hoped this relationship would last forever.

But things didn't go as planned. One day, they finally arrived in Dadu. After a reluctant farewell, Zhiyi sought out the Beggars' Sect, only to find Xinyi's wanton and seductive appearance. The two sisters exchanged knowing smiles and a few more playful banter before finally falling asleep.

The next day, the two sisters appeared together in the main hall. The beggars were surprised to see their leader suddenly have a younger sister, but seeing Zhiyi's cheerful smile and undeniably charming cuteness, everyone took a liking to her. Since she was the leader's sister, everyone naturally greeted her with smiles, chatting with her all day long. Before long, she had become one of them, and naturally settled into living in the beggars' guild...

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