Flower-picking lecher

Beyond the forest lay a desolate wilderness, shrouded in fierce winds. Sand, gravel, and clumps of grass
swirled and tumbled across the road, whistling sharply. The path was uneven, riddled with
potholes , clumps of dry grass twirling within them before being tossed into the air. The earth was a uniform yellow, the landscape
utterly barren. Suddenly, amidst the wind, the sound of hooves approached.

A moment later, a magnificent horse came into view. The rider seemed to be completely bent over its back, controlling
the reins with incredible speed. The horse was handsome, and the rider skilled. Upon encountering a pothole, a tug on the reins caused
the horse to neigh sharply and leap over the obstacle without needing to stop or detour. The horse seemed to emerge slowly from the dust
, while the rider appeared oblivious to everything else, focused solely on the journey.

He was a mysterious and enigmatic knight.

A long, drawn-out neigh rang out, the horse's hooves came to an abrupt halt, and the rider leaped from his horse. It was a ragged
beggar, bound by a rope to an ancient locust tree. Before him stood a dilapidated temple
, and the beggar hurried inside.

The gold paint on the Buddha statues was peeling off, riddled with holes, and no one was worshipping any bodhisattvas. Before the deities lay a
collapsed altar.

In the center of the temple were piles of extinguished embers. Passing through the altar, behind which were two ancient doors. Entering through
the back door was a spacious courtyard, but the buildings were collapsed, dilapidated, and desolate. In the center of the main room
stood a bronze statue of Mani, and the altar before it, though old, was intact. On the altar were offerings and
an incense burner , indicating that people regularly worshipped the deities.

The beggar went straight to the main house in the backyard, took out a stick of incense from his waist, lit it with a match, and inserted it into
the incense burner. Then, he respectfully knelt down and kowtowed to worship Buddha. The room was filled with the smoke of incense, and life returned. After

worshipping Buddha, the beggar looked around the main house before entering the hall. He walked around to
the Buddha statue, faced the north wall, and knocked three times. The wall began to move, and
a hidden door appeared. Two young monks, who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, emerged from the hidden door. Upon
seeing the beggar, they immediately clasped their hands in a respectful greeting: "Master has returned," "Master, please come in."

After the two young monks and the beggar entered, the hidden door immediately closed again, looking exactly like the original dilapidated
wall , making it difficult to notice anything amiss.

Beneath this dilapidated temple, however, lay another world far removed from human life.

This is an extremely luxurious underground palace. Around the Yuan Dynasty, an emperor frequently visited the temple to offer incense and sacrifices
. Because of the long journey, he couldn't return to court that day. So, he undertook a massive construction project beneath the temple, building this earthly
paradise . Later, due to war and chaos, the emperor, old and frightened, died, and this peculiar palace
was lost to history, passed down through generations until modern times when a monk who had long resided in the temple discovered
its secret. Three years ago, during a period of chaos in the martial arts world, this beggar, pursued by numerous powerful figures, fled to this temple, discovered
the monk 's whereabouts, and killed him. He seized this
secluded paradise, gathered several brothers, and there they indulged in a life of debauchery and unbridled debauchery.

At this moment, the high-ranking beggar was sitting in a grand chair, drinking and making merry. Two beautiful young girls, like two
blooming peonies, exuding fragrance and wiping their delicate faces, danced and fluttered before him, pouring wine and serving food,
exchanging flirtatious glances and uttering lewd words.

"Report!" A young monk stood respectfully before the grand chair: "Master, the hot water is ready.
Please bathe and change. May I ask which girl you would like to accompany you?"

"Hmm! Let Xiaomei and Xiaoyu go!"

"Yes!"

Everything was antique and elegant. The walls of the bathroom were carved with patterns of nine dragons playing with a pearl and auspicious dragons and phoenixes. Colorful palace lanterns
hung , casting a soft and pleasing light. The bathtub was rectangular, large and spacious, enough for four
people to bathe at the same time. The lower part of the walls was inlaid with gleaming bronze mirrors. The rim of the tub was decorated with various lifelike ivory carvings of
flowers. Everything here was a high-end work of art.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened, revealing three snow-white, jade-like bodies. In the foremost was the high-ranking beggar
; his body was muscular, each muscle clearly defined, like steel. His well-developed pectoral muscles swayed with his arms like two
large iron balls, rolling from side to side. His abdominal muscles, two rows of three, each angular and glistening with oil, were prominent. His thick
, black pubic hair covered his entire lower abdomen, thighs, and genitals. His large penis was a full seven inches long, always erect and swollen, regardless
of time, place, or mood. The penis was dark red, with prominent veins and barbs, and a
gleaming glans, its single eye wide open. The entire penis, straight and slightly trembling, tilted upwards, resembling a precious tiger's
penis .

The girl named Xiaoyu was sixteen years old; she was petite, plump, and incredibly voluptuous.
A round face, delicately curved eyebrows, a cherry-like mouth, bright red and adorned with two rows of small, white jade teeth
, displaying the noble elegance of an aristocratic family, exuding charm and grace. Her skin was snow-white, delicate, and smooth, and her breasts were high and
full . Her nipples resembled bright red cherries, and the bra area was an alluring pink. Her flat abdomen shone brightly, her mons
pubis was high and protruding like a steamed bun, her pubic hair was slightly yellow and curly, with a suitable density, and the lower part of her inverted triangle was slightly visible .
Her bright red clitoris, like a red agate,
shimmered slowly. Her legs were shapely and full, and her buttocks were wide and round, noticeably protruding, swaying from side to side as she walked.

Xiaomei was a lively and romantic girl, only sixteen years old. She was tall and slender, with beautiful curves and
a well-defined figure. Her face was lovely, with two dimples when she smiled, charming and alluring. She had cherry lips and a sweet, soft voice that was melodious and
pleasant to the ear. Her skin was smooth and delicate, her breasts were firm and high, very elastic, with bright red nipples.
Her pubic hair was jet black and shiny, thickly surrounding her triangle area and the sides of her labia. Her buttocks were plump, and her legs were long and slender. Her eyes
were watery and full of affection. When she spoke, her eyebrows danced with delight, making her very charming.

At this moment, the high-ranking beggar walked to the copper basin and began washing his face with a slurping sound. With the movement of his arms
, his thick, long penis trembled up and down and side to side, making the two girls cover their mouths and laugh. The beggar vigorously rubbed his face with both hands
. When he suddenly turned around, his filthy and ugly face had vanished, replaced by a handsome middle-aged man,
dashing, romantic, and full of vitality.

He was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, thin and with a long, narrow face. Thick eyebrows framed a pair of
bright eyes. Above his left cheek was a very noticeable scar,
a souvenir from three years ago when he was being hunted during the chaos of the martial arts world. Without this scar, this emperor wouldn't be enjoying his idyllic life, and he would
n't have his current life of luxury. It was precisely this scar that made him famous.
Who in the martial arts world didn't know Wang Xiaotian, the eldest disciple of the Three Cliffs Swordsman? But later, he repeatedly robbed wealthy homes and indulged
in wine ; the martial arts world bestowed upon him the unsavory nickname—"The Flower-Picking Lecher."

Steam rose, smoke filled the air. A man and two women lay flat in the bathtub. Wang Xiaotian was in the middle, with Xiaomei on his left
and Xiaoyu on his right. The hot water soaked their bodies, nourishing their minds and bodies, while simultaneously stimulating the man's penis and the women
's vaginas. Three warm currents rose within them at the same time.

Male hormones immediately surged, and Wang Xiaotian stretched out his entire body. The hot water in the pool actually made his body float
, his thick penis bobbing up and down like a fish float, sometimes visible and sometimes hidden.

At the same time, Xiaomei and Xiaoyu also relaxed their bodies. With the swaying of the water's surface, their four white and tender breasts sometimes emerged from
the water and sometimes disappeared. Their long black hair, like black silk, floated in the water, sometimes swaying on Wang
Xiaotian's chest and sometimes curling around his face. Xiaomei and Xiaoyu's four big, watery eyes were fixed on the
long and thick penis that appeared and disappeared.

Wang Xiaotian's hands began to move. One arm encircled Xiaoyu, the other around Xiaomei,
kissing her left and right sides, his embrace growing tighter and tighter.

The young girl, her heart fluttering with desire, had her four large, tender breasts pressed tightly
against Wang Xiaotian's pectoral muscles within his strong arms. At that moment, Xiaoyu felt as if an unnamed worm was slowly wriggling within
her, its thorny claws pricking at every sensitive nerve like needles. She involuntarily let out
a soft moan: "Ah... Hmm... Hmm..."

Xiaomei was tightly gripped like an iron clamp, and the blood of this young girl surged and boiled like boiling water.
Her legs felt hot and throbbing, wave after wave. Her labia minora contracted and
opened greedily, waiting for something. A stream of heat overflowed from her cervix, flowing along the tender red flesh,
hitting her labia majora and minora, and then gathering in the clear, transparent bathwater. Female hormones surged, and
she uttered soft, seductive moans: "Ah, my pussy is so itchy, hum, um..." Her trembling little hands
gripped Wang Xiaotian's thick, long, and red penis, squeezing and kneading it.

At the same time, Xiaoyu's hand reached between Wang Xiaotian's legs, but it touched Xiaohui's hand,
so it slid down and grasped the large testicles, gently kneading them...

A fire of desire ignited in Wang Xiaotian's chest, burning brighter and brighter, making him tremble all over.
This fire of desire was like a missile, heading straight for his lower body. As the projectile approached the center of the heat, he straightened up as much as possible,
making his lower abdomen bulge out to the maximum, allowing his two little hands to pinch, knead, and squeeze to their hearts' content...

Xiaomei and Xiaoyu turned their heads at the same time, kissing Wang Xiaotian's cheeks wildly like chickens.

"Stop!" Wang Xiaotian shouted, straightening up.

A loud shout startled the two girls awake.

"Quick! Get in bed and have some fun!"

"That was scary!"

"You scared me!"

Xiaoyu and Xiaomei helped Wang Xiaotian out of the bath and onto a thick silk bed, which Wang Xiaotian had
specially prepared for their playtime. It was large and soft. The three of them dried themselves with towels and lay quietly in
the center of the bed, waiting for Xiaoyu and Xiaomei to get in.

After the two girls got into bed, they pounced on Wang Xiaotian. The three of them embraced tightly, kissing passionately.
Their four white breasts pressed and rubbed against Wang Xiaotian's chest, and the two girls simultaneously let out
high-pitched moans...

"Stop!" Wang Xiaotian began to instruct: "Xiaoyu, straddle my head, spread your labia with both hands
, and place them on my mouth. I will lick your vulva. Xiaomei, kneel between my legs and lick
my penis with your little mouth. Okay, let's begin."

Upon hearing the command, the two girls clapped their hands happily and quickly assumed their positions.

So, Xiaoyu placed her vulva on Wang Xiaotian's head, spread her labia to reveal her bright red flesh, aimed at
his mouth, and half-squatted over his face. Xiaomei knelt between his legs, her alluring eyes
fixed on Wang Xiaotian's long, thick, red and purple penis, the glans glistening, the single eye bulging
open, the entire pubic hair, dark and fluffy, covering her lower abdomen and thighs. She greedily grabbed
the penis and put it into her cherry-like mouth.

She looked, turned it over, licked it, and looked again. She saw the glans bulging, like a thick
earthworm coiled at the end of the glans. She saw bulging blue veins coiled on the shaft, and hard barbs
tilting regularly towards the glans. She was mesmerized, stunned, and dumbfounded. She grabbed the big penis and swallowed it like a sausage,
sucking and licking desperately, as if the penis had pierced her heart, her chest,
her abdomen, and then emerged from her vagina. She felt unbearably hot all over, and her vagina was unbearably itchy. Suddenly,
a warm current flowed down from her lower abdomen and overflowed from her vagina.

At this moment, Xiaoyu's little pussy was right in front of Jiang Xiaotian's mouth. He greedily parted her two thick
labia , exposing as much of the tenderest, most sensitive, and most stimulating red flesh as possible. He was naturally long-tongued and could
penetrate deep into the inner walls, twisting and turning to his heart's content, making Xiaoyu feel flustered and incredibly itchy. She moaned and groaned, so comfortable that she didn't even
know what she was saying: "You... are so good... so... long... all the way in... ah... so... beautiful
." Suddenly, Jiang Xiaotian tilted his head back and took Xiaoyu's bright red clitoris into his mouth, sucking and
licking it fiercely. Xiaoyu trembled all over, her body throbbing and scratching. Her upper body kept shaking, and her vulva was also stimulated by the hard stubble on his
face , causing spasms that almost made her feel like she was in heaven.

Over here, Xiaomei's lust was further aroused by the pungent smell of male body odor and the stench of penises. Her delicate neck rose and
fell, her small mouth opening and closing rhythmically as she teased Wang Xiaotian's large penis, causing it to swell and throb, the tip of the glans...
A trickle of clear, transparent mucus seeped from the opening, only to be quickly sucked dry by her tender red lips.

Xiaoyu was practically dancing with ecstasy, frantically pressing her hips down, gushing forth streams of
vaginal . But the maddening itching tormented her relentlessly, making her yearn for that large, hard penis
to plunge in completely and relieve the unbearable agony. She gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, bent and stretched her legs, twisting her waist and rotating her hips.
Her head throbbed like a peddler's drum, her long hair flying through the air, her face like a blooming red camellia, her legs tightly closed
, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and indistinct moans escaping her lips.

"Ouch...ouch...good man...this...this...is too...torturous...to...people..."

"Ah! Good! Lick it...inward...toward...it's so itchy...uh...oh...uh...
ah..."

At this moment, Xiaomei's juices overflowed, flowing down her two plump jade legs, making her weak and limp.
In her haste, she abandoned her attempts to suckle with her mouth. She rolled over, straddled Wang Xiaotian, grasped his large penis with her hand, aligned
her small, plump vulva with the glans, and sat down hard.

"Oh my god, it feels so good... so full, so thick!"

Wang Xiaotian's engorged, thick penis, like a red-hot iron rod, was thrust into Xiaomei's vagina,
gripped tightly by the fleshy opening. The girl's vagina was stretched taut, and a stimulating pleasure quickly spread
throughout Xiaomei's body—numb, itchy, sore, and tingling, an indescribable comfort.

"Faster! Faster! Milk... touch... rub... my breasts!" Xiaomei cried out, her moans growing louder and louder.

Wang Xiaotian continued sucking on Xiaoyu, then grabbed Xiaomei's pair of white, full breasts, kneading
them and pinching her nipples. At the same time, his hips moved in sync with the movements of Xiaomei's plump buttocks, thrusting in and out.

Xiao Mei's eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in short gasps, her flower core wide open, her blood boiling, waves of itching and trembling
washing over her, all her nerves at their peak of excitement. She kept twisting her plump, white buttocks, moaning:

"Ouch...ouch...ah...ah...so good...fuck me to death...fuck
me to death...ah...oh...it's all over again...yes...I'm going to cum...oh...oh...it's so wonderful."

After saying this, a stream of vaginal fluid gushed out, her jade arms and legs no longer obeying her commands, completely
paralyzed , her delicate body limp and powerless, pressing down on Wang Xiaotian.

Seeing that Xiao Mei had reached her climax and ejaculated, Xiao Yu hurriedly pushed her off. She saw that Wang Xiaotian's penis
was still erect and proud, the glans thick and red. Xiao Yu moved her vagina closer, and the
hot penis was inserted to the root.

"Ah!... It's so full... so full..."

"You... will definitely... play... play... play... me..."

When Wang Xiaotian's big penis was inserted into her vagina, Xiaoyu cried out, her face turned a little pale, and she couldn't help but
sweat . She clenched her teeth and her whole body trembled.

Xiaoyu felt as if there was a red-hot iron rod inside her vagina, stirring up and down, making her feel so full of pleasure
. The sensation of tingling, numbness, soreness, and itchiness was incredibly pleasurable. The thick glans rubbed against the tender flesh of her vagina as it went in and out, producing such wonderful pleasure! "Oh my god... so comfortable... so beautiful... so good!" She slowly twisted her waist and turned her buttocks. Wang Xiaotian also reached out and kneaded her breasts. The bright red nipples were the size of grapes, beautiful and pleasing to the eye, making them irresistible. Jiang Xiaotian thrust his hips upwards with force, inserting his long, fleshy penis more than an inch further. "Ouch! Be gentle, it's almost inside my uterus... Aren't you satisfied yet...?" Xiaoyu rolled her eyes, panting heavily... She was incredibly alluring, beautiful, captivating, and utterly wanton. "Ah... Mmm... That's great... Ouch..." The more he thrust, the more energetic and frenzied he became. When the glans touched her clitoris several times, Xiaoyu couldn't help but moan wildly, bending over to hug Wang Xiaotian even tighter, her whole body convulsing even more violently. Xiaoyu's moans spurred Wang Xiaotian on. His hips moved up and down more and more, he thrust upwards and she pressed down, their movements perfectly synchronized and rhythmic. Xiaoyu's big white buttocks twisted frantically, her movements becoming more and more excited , her heart more and more aroused. Her vaginal walls contracted in waves, her clitoris sucking at his glans, his glans hitting her clitoris, making Wang Xiaotian shout and scream with pleasure. "Good...good skill...so comfortable...squeeze harder...suck...suck again...oh... good...so beautiful, oh...I'm going to cum...ah...ah..." "Oh, my good man...I can't take it anymore...I can't...I'm going to die... oh...good...so beautiful, oh...I've come...ah!...oh..." Before the moans subsided, a torrent of fluids gushed forth, soaking the pubic hair of both of them. Xiaoyu, exhausted, lay on top of the man. In the southwest of this desolate, forested area, there was a famous little town called Peacock Feather. This town was prosperous and bustling, with a constant flow of traffic and people. There was a tiled roof street in the town, and on that street was the Tongle Tea House. It served as both a storyteller's house and an inn, and merchants from all over the country would stop here. This small town was also a hub for brothels. These brothels varied in size and class, but the most famous and extravagant was Zanghualou. Zanghualou was a small courtyard facing west, with two-story buildings surrounding it. In the center was a courtyard with a lilac tree. Although it didn't receive much sunlight, it was still lush and fragrant. Upon entering, there was a passageway with a three-room, one-bright flower hall on each side. In addition, there were the kitchen, the accounting office, the outhouse, and the living quarters for the madam, servants, cooks, and the accountant. Upstairs, there were six rooms on the east and west sides, and four rooms on the north and south sides, totaling twenty small single rooms. These were the bedrooms used by the prostitutes to receive clients. There were a dozen or so girls, the oldest no more than twenty-five years old, and the youngest only fourteen or fifteen. They were all named after flowers: Red Flower, Orchid, Spring Flower, Plum Blossom, Chrysanthemum, Jade Flower... The madam of the Hidden Flower Brothel was surnamed Ding. She was an extremely fat woman, so fat that she had no neck or waist. She was over forty years old, short, stocky, and stout, and always wore bright red and green lace-trimmed trousers and jackets. The prostitutes nicknamed her "Big Leather Jar."

Recently, Da Pi Gang was all smiles and radiant, because a few days ago a golden phoenix had suddenly flown in – a
wealthy young woman, driven from her home by a romantic affair, had sought refuge at the brothel, becoming a prostitute. It was truly
a windfall ! In the past, Da Pi Gang had spent large sums of money buying young and beautiful women, hoping to make
a fortune, seeing them as money trees and treasure troves. Who would have thought that a gust of wind would bring in a
girl as beautiful as a fairy?

One morning, Da Pi Gang was sleeping in late when her cousin, Gui'er, the gatekeeper, came in and
woke her.

"What is it? You disturbed my sweet dreams!"

"Sister, a woman is outside looking for you!"

"What?" Da Pi Gang was startled and jumped out of bed. She put on her clothes and went outside, and what she saw left her
stunned .

The young woman was fair-skinned and delicate, with an oval face that was white with a rosy glow. Beneath her perfectly arched eyebrows, long and short,
thick and thin , were a pair of bright, almond-shaped eyes. Below her slightly upturned nose was
a small, cherry-like mouth with red lips and white teeth. A beauty mark adorned her right cheek. Large, clearly solid gold
earrings Her long, ink-black hair shimmered like satin
, with bangs naturally framing her forehead. She had long, slender limbs and delicate fingers. A
cat-eye ring adorned the middle finger of her right hand, and a pair of emerald green jade bracelets graced her slender wrists. She looked no more than
twenty, and was like a peerless beauty from a painting.

Although the madam, with her professional habit of being critical and discerning when looking at women, couldn't find a single fault with her
, for she had never seen anyone so beautiful.

The woman was stunned, dumbfounded, and seemed completely numb. She was in a state of frenzy for several
days . She named this beauty Fairy Flower, arranged the best room for her, and provided her with the finest furniture and decorations.
She prepared three meals a day, including fried, stir-fried, and boiled dishes, chicken, duck, fish, and meat. She practically worshipped Fairy Flower like a Bodhisattva.

For days, wealthy merchants, gentry, and other prominent figures in the town had come seeking
her services, but all were turned away. Xianhua said, "I need to rest for a few days before I can receive guests. Even then, only those I can see must be introduced by me; otherwise, I will not see them."
Da Pi Gang repeatedly said, "Good, good, good, all will be done!"

It was a bright and sunny morning, the rays of dawn bathing the Hidden Flower Pavilion in a dazzling glow. Da Pi
Gang, grinning widely, sat in a grand chair in the courtyard, awaiting the arrival of the God of Wealth. A dozen or so regular customers arrived that morning
, each taken away by their respective favorite girls. Later, four more customers seeking new patrons arrived, also taken away by four
girls . Da Pi Gang still did not allow Xianhua to show herself. Afterwards, two more groups came for "tea parties," and were again
taken away by several girls. It was nearing dusk.

This was the golden hour, the peak time for the prostitutes to receive guests.

At the entrance of the Hidden Flower Pavilion, under two large red lanterns, stood two girls greeting customers. Seeing passersby
, they would flirt with irresistible charm.

"Young master, come and have some fun! We guarantee you'll be satisfied. They're all young girls under twenty."

"Husband, have some fun! Life is short, why not? Do whatever you want, sir."

Just then, a middle-aged man with a large belly approached. He had slanted eyebrows, small eyes, a bulbous
nose , and a toad-like mouth. He swayed as he walked towards the Hidden Flower Pavilion, and the two girls hurriedly went to greet him.

"Hey! Commander Xue, what wind blew you here? Come on in and have a seat!"

"Commander Xue, you've gotten quite plump. Last time you really got me all flustered. That thing of yours was quite a sight!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha! It's Chrysanthemum Girl, Osmanthus Girl! I'm here to visit some new ladies today. I heard
a Seventh Fairy has arrived at the Hidden Flower Pavilion. Damn it, I'm going to have a good taste of her today, I'm going to have a blast."

"You mean our new sister? Her name is Fairy Flower."

"Hey, Commander Xue, she's not taking customers right now."

"What? Not taking customers? Damn it, who else do you think I am! This is giving her face!" Big-bellied Xue
entered, pouting.

Big Leather Jar hurriedly greeted him: "Oh, Supervisor, what brings you here today? Why not take a stroll around my little temple?"

Xue Daduzi straightened his face, which was covered in fat: "Big Leather Jar, quickly call out the newcomer, Fairy Flower. I need to
interrogate her!"

Big Leather Jar dared not be negligent: "Yes, yes, yes, please sit, please sit!" Big Leather Jar followed Fairy Flower
downstairs . Fairy Flower stepped forward and quickly bowed: "Sir, this humble servant greets you." Fairy Flower stood shyly to the side.

"What's your name? Where are you from? Why do you do this kind of work?"

"My surname is Mo, and my given name is Xian. Mama Ding gave me the name Fairy Flower. I'm new to your esteemed place and now under your jurisdiction.
Please be kind to me and let me make a living."

"Hmm, you're quite eloquent. However, you're from out of town, so you can't do without a guarantor!" Xue Daduzi
stared intently at Fairy Flower with his small eyes, feeling a bit restless.

"So, the officer wants to vouch for someone. There is someone there, right here in my room. Why don't you go up and ask him yourself
?" Xianhua winked at Xue Daduzi, which was like a hook, a thread, drawing Xue
Daduzi 's soul in. He followed Xianhua upstairs, leaving Da Leather Jar and the steward there, both amused
and exasperated.

Upstairs, facing west, the room on the north side was Xianhua's bedroom.

Inside, a large scroll painting hung in the center, depicting the imperial concubine bathing. Beside it was a couplet:
"Thousands of storms in the Wuxia Gorge, bees and butterflies come and go, sounds of flutes, pipes, and reed pipes harmonizing," and "A hundred years of turbulent love,
phoenixes and dragons playing, melodies of zithers, lutes, and pipa." A wooden tea table stood on the west side, flanked by two embroidered porcelain stools. Against the north
wall a wooden bed, draped with a red silk curtain. Xianhua opened the door high, letting Xue Daduzi in, then poured him a cup of tea and presented it
to him.

"Commander Xue, please sit down."

"Where is your guarantor?" Captain Xue, sitting on the embroidered stool, asked in a drawn-out tone, his eyes slanted.

"Don't worry, you'll find a guarantor, Commander Xue. May I ask your age?" Xianhua sat on the bed
, pulled a folded quilt behind her, and stretched her long legs out over the edge of the bed, smiling
at Captain Xue.

Captain Xue stared intently at Xianhua's snow-white thighs, suddenly snapping out of his daze, and hurriedly said, incoherently:
"Ah, forty-two."

"Oh dear, you don't look it at all. Don't tell me, I think you're only thirty." Xianhua
said, somewhat surprised.

"Indeed, an old man."

"Yes, just the age of being a wolf in sheep's clothing." Xianhua glanced at him again as she spoke, then slowly took off
her vest and said, "It's unusually warm today, Commander Xue. Why don't you take off your robe too? Wouldn't that be more
convenient? Hmm..."

This big-bellied Xue was really obedient. He turned around and took off his robe. He turned back to say something, but suddenly
his eyes widened, and the words he had just opened his mouth didn't come out. He just stood there dumbfounded.

Xianhua was already naked, leaning against the quilt, her two fair thighs crossed together, her beautiful
jade arms and slender fingers slowly combing her hair...

"Commander Xue, look, I'm really sweating. Could you please hand me that towel?" Xianhua's
phoenix eyes squinted.

Xue Dadu hurriedly grabbed the towel from the basin stand and handed it to her. Xianhua grabbed the towel and her hand
together , slowly pulling it towards her chest, saying in a strange voice, "Just wipe me off, okay?"

Xue Dadu was flattered and began wiping Xianhua's neck and back with trembling hands. After a few wipes,
he abandoned the towel and grabbed her breasts, kneading and squeezing...

"Wait, wait!" Xianhua roared.

Xue Dadu was startled and immediately stopped what he was doing.

"Commander Xue, aren't you afraid your wife will be furious when you get home?"

"No! No! She wouldn't dare!"

"Then my guarantor...?"

"What the hell is a guarantor? I am the guarantor!"

"It's a deal!"

"A promise is a promise!"

Just then, a commotion erupted downstairs, and someone rushed up: "Something's wrong! There's trouble
!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" A knock came at Xianhua's door.

"Commander Xue, Supervisor Xue, you'd better go see what's going on! There's trouble again!"

"Who is it!"

"Ma Laosi!"

"Give him a couple of coins and send him away!"

"There's a bunch of beggars who want to burn down the brothel!"

"Give them money!"

"He doesn't want money, he wants girls."

"Then give him one to serve him."

"He doesn't want anyone else, he wants Xianhua!"

"Tell him, I've got Xianhua today!"

"He won't have it!" "Let's

go! Let's see!"

What's Ma Laosi doing here? He was the local beggar leader, practically the head of the Beggars' Gang.
Though only eighteen or nineteen, he was a highly skilled martial artist, renowned for his abilities. It was said that
a famous master resided in the wilderness a hundred miles away. Therefore, he was a local tyrant whom the common people dared not provoke and the business world could do nothing about. Although Xue
Da-duzi was seething with anger, Ma Laosi could only try to ingratiate himself with a smile.

"Who do we have here? It's Brother Fourth! We're all family here, let's talk this out!"

"Hey, Brother Xue, I'd like to find a girl to keep me company today!"

"Oh, is that so? Fourth, if you're short of money, just tell me!"

"Nonsense! When have we ever been short of that stuff!" Then, with a "clatter," he pulled out
a large silver ingot from his pocket and slammed it on the table: "Let me tell you, Big Belly! I heard it's getting dark, so I'm
asking her to keep me company for a good night's sleep!"

Xue Big Belly, hearing this, dared not vent his anger, but he still forced a tirade: "Brother,
you've got some ears!"

"Hmph! Who can hide a fart from me on this land!"

"That's right! A newcomer has arrived, but I got here first, so you'll have to make do, right?"

"No way! I'm all about being the first to the party!" Ma Laosi began to challenge.

"What if I don't let you have your way today?" Xue Daduzi's face

turned pale with anger. "Then don't blame me for being stubborn, brother."

"Alright! Then make your move!"

At this moment, the seemingly clumsy Xue Daduzi suddenly rushed forward like an arrow, raising his fist to strike
Ma Laosi.

Ma Laosi was prepared, his feet seemingly on wheels, dodging to the side, gathering his inner energy
, and with a "Ah!", he punched Xue Daduzi in the left ribs. But Xue Daduzi was so agile
and nimble , lunging forward with a whirlwind kick, shooting more than ten feet away, then twisting his body and charging at Ma Laosi again. His
short, fat figure, and his palm techniques were surprisingly swift and fierce, each move pressing forward with increasing force,
leaving Ma Laosi panting heavily after a few rounds.

If we're talking about Xue the Belly, he was originally a martial arts master. He had inherited the Lu family's boxing style from a young age. Although he hadn't
reached the level of perfection, he was by no means an ordinary person. Look at his whooshing flying palms; they seem very strange,
seemingly without any rules, yet every move has the power to kill. Sweeping, flicking, picking, and stabbing—every move is aimed at
Ma Laosi's vital points. At this moment, Ma Laosi can only parry, but has no power to retaliate.

Instantly, a shout of "Chong!" shook the entire town.

In an instant, in the courtyard, on the stairs, in the corridor, and in the flower hall, twenty or thirty beggars—some young, some
old, some big, some small, some missing limbs, some with slanted eyes and crooked mouths, some wearing
long robes and short jackets, some with long hair and braids, some carrying broken pots and swinging rice scoops, some throwing bowls and smashing ladles—all rushed towards
the Belly .

Xue Dadu stopped his pursuit. Looking closely, he was furious. He had delivered three sweeping
kicks, sending the beggars staggering and screaming, rolling on the ground. Just then,
a loud shout came from the rooftop:

"I, Old Man Xue, am here!"

A gust of cool wind swept into the courtyard, and a figure descended like an eagle spreading its wings, landing right in the middle of the yard
. This man was ragged, his face filthy, his shoes and socks revealing his toes, and his appearance unremarkable. "Ha! Ha! Ha!"
A burst of wild laughter erupted, his two piercing eyes darting around, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth.

Everyone in the courtyard froze, momentarily stunned.

"Is this the county magistrate's chief clerk?" the old man asked with a sneer.

"Yes...no...yes..." Xue the Belly was still bewildered.

"You're bullying a bunch of poor beggars, that's a bit inhumane!"

"Who are you?"

"Let's fight first! Today I'll kill you dogs who rely on your master's power! Take this!"

With that, the old man gathered his inner energy, and with a shout, he
threw a punch straight

at Xue the Belly. Xue the Belly seemed fully awake and prepared, and he also parried. With
a "smack," their palms collided, and they stood motionless,
each inwardly surprised, and both took a step back.

At this moment, both sides were in high spirits, exchanging blows with palms, their palms clashing back and forth,
creating a whistling . The fight in the courtyard had reached a fever pitch. Old Man Lao's two fleshy palms
moved unpredictably, each move pressing forward, making Xue Daduzi dizzy and impatient. Suddenly, Old Man
Lao leaped more than ten feet into the air, performing a "Dragon Probing the Sea" maneuver. His left palm transformed into a finger, and just as he landed,
he thrust it straight at Xue Daduzi's vital acupoint. With a cry of "Ah!", Xue Daduzi spat out a mouthful of blood
more than ten feet away, leaving bloodstains all over the wall, before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Old Man Lao hadn't intended to kill him, but he also didn't want to let him off easily, so he completely crippled him
while sparing his life.

At this moment, everyone in the courtyard gathered around. Big Leather Jar was the first to shout, "Hey! Isn't this Wang Xiaotian
, the great hero Wang? You've rid our Canghua Pavilion of a great scourge! I must thank you properly!"

It turned out that Wang Xiaotian was a regular customer of Canghua Pavilion. Today, he had come to meet the new beauties, but unexpectedly
encountered this chaotic fight. Naturally, he had to side with the beggars.

Wang Xiaotian walked up to Xue Daduzi and kicked him hard: "Let me tell you, I'm letting you go today, sparing
your dog's life. But if you ever cause trouble at Canghua Pavilion again, I won't let you off! Get out of here!"

Xue Daduzi, like a stray dog, struggled to his feet and fled out the door.

Wang Xiaotian clasped his hands in a fist and said to the beggars, "Brothers, you've worked hard. I have some loose change here;
let's divide it!" Saying this, he took off his bundle and handed it to Ma Laosi.

At this moment, Ma Laosi was extremely excited and knelt down with a thud. All the beggars also knelt down.

"Brothers, it's getting late, let's find a place to eat!"

"Thank you, hero!"

Xianhua, upstairs, had witnessed the entire fierce battle. She
had been wondering who he was and why his martial arts were so superb.

"Xianhua... come downstairs!" It was Da Pi Gang's voice.

"Yes! Coming."

After Xianhua came downstairs, Da Pi Gang hurriedly introduced her: "Xianhua, this is Hero Wang. He rid our Canghua Pavilion of a menace
. You should keep him company." "Yes." Xianhua smiled shyly: "Hero, please!"

The terrifying battle had frightened away all the patrons, and the prostitutes had all gone to bed.
The entire Canghua Pavilion was unusually quiet, except for Ding Gui downstairs, cleaning up the black bloodstains and the beggars' pots
and pans in the courtyard.

Wang Xiaotian sat on a celadon embroidered stool on a sandalwood tea table, sipping tea while admiring the painting of a concubine emerging from her bath. Xianhua
, swaying her slender waist and plump hips, bustled about, bringing Wang Xiaotian a plate of pastries, a plate of
candy , and a plate of black and white melon seeds. Then, she instructed Ding Gui to prepare the bathwater before sitting
on the embroidered stool opposite Wang Xiaotian, her alluring, provocative phoenix eyes darting back and forth across his face.

What an old man! He was clearly a handsome middle-aged man, with thick eyebrows, a
straight nose, and upturned lips—clear, well-defined features. Why did he insist on making his face look so filthy? He was generous;
the silver he had just given to the beggars must have been at least several dozen taels. Yet why was he dressed so shabbily, covered in dust?
He was clearly only in his thirties; why did he dress himself up like an old man in his seventies?

What a stunningly beautiful woman! She's clearly a lady of high birth, elegant and graceful, with captivating charm. Why then
was she abandoned by her home, forced to wander the world, and reduced to prostitution? She's so young, with a face full of childlike innocence, yet so
mature and composed. It's said she has chests full of jewels and jade at the brothel, enough to live a life of luxury and wealth.
Why then is she here earning a living through blood and flesh? It's a complete mystery.

"Master Wang, did you come to the brothel today specifically, or just passing by?" Xianhua asked
, her eyes sparkling with affection.

"Of course! I came specifically. I heard a vixen came to the brothel, so I came here today to
sample some wild game!"

"Ha, ha, ha, isn't wildflower more fragrant than garden flowers? Don't you think so?" Xianhua laughed lewdly, then suddenly
her face hardened: "However, my tender flesh isn't so delicious! Most people don't have that kind of luck."

"What do you mean by that?"

"First, my vagina is incredibly tender, you'll see in a moment. However, it has a
special innate function: its suction is too strong, most men can't handle it. Second, its contractile force is strong.
Once your penis is inserted, the vaginal walls feel like countless different-sized snares, writhing up and down together, like chewing a sausage
, causing you to ejaculate immediately, while I get no pleasure. This creates a powerful suction in the uterus, making it
impossible for you to pull out your penis. Third, if your penis is less than seven inches, and the glans is thin and dry, then we
can only be friends."

These words both surprised and delighted Wang Xiaotian. He was surprised that this seemingly celestial woman possessed such strange
physiological phenomena. He was delighted because for years he had wanted to find a "living vagina" to taste, having traveled all over the country without
success. Now, facing this beautiful woman, she was the "living vagina" he had dreamed of day and night, but she could also
release a powerful suction, leaving Wang Xiaotian at a loss.

But he still insisted on being a hero and said, "Okay, let's get started."

"Alright! Please go inside and bathe."

Wang Xiaotian went to the inner room, where a large bathtub was placed in the center. The water in the tub was at a comfortable temperature, so he sat in
the tub and began to bathe.

Xianhua closed the windows and locked the door in the outer room. She took off her clothes one by one and hung them on a sandalwood
clothes rack . Naked, she walked to the dressing mirror and began to apply natural perfume to her body. Then ,
she deliberately spread her legs and dipped her slender fingers in the perfume, inserting them into her vagina and gently massaging them . She also applied the perfume around her vagina. Then, she took a piece of bright red rouge and applied it heavily to her clitoris several times, making it immediately turn a bright red and glossy. She then took a long breath. Finally, she applied two red marks to her nipples. Xianhua went to the dressing table again, lightly applying makeup to her delicate face, which added to her charm. She pursed her lips, applied lipstick, then began applying eyeshadow and drawing delicate eyebrows. Finally, she smiled contentedly at herself in the mirror. Xianhua was excited; she had been searching for a soulmate for years without success. She was a precocious girl , starting her menstruation at nine. By eleven, her vagina began to itch, and when she couldn't bear it any longer, she would stir it with her fingers. At twelve, she had her tutor, a man in his sixties, insert his limp penis into her vagina. The weak penis ignited a strong lust within her, so much so that she plucked clumps of the old man's beard from his beard . Burning with lust, tormenting her, she frantically sought out men. Later, she had an affair with her uncle at her distant aunt's house. This man in his forties not only failed to satisfy her desires, but was instead drawn in by her powerful attraction. The two rolled around on the bed in a frenzy, until finally her uncle cursed, "You vixen!" and banged his head against her vulva. She cried out, her body jolted, and her vagina opened wide, allowing him to withdraw his penis. From then on, the man in his forties would tremble and turn pale at the sight of her, running away at the mere sight of her. When she was eighteen, she had another affair with her cousin in his thirties at her aunt's house. Due to excessive tension, anxiety, fear, and shame, she rolled off the bed onto the floor. This violent jolt caused her vagina to open again, and from then on, her cousin broke off all contact with her. The burning desires of youth drove her mad, scorching her senses. She longed to go to a nunnery, shave her head, and become a nun, isolating herself from the world. But she lacked the resolve and courage. She wanted to find a special man, one with unwavering virility , to satisfy her desires, even if it meant serving him as his servant for life. But where could she find such a man? Fairy lay reclining on the satin quilt, her captivating allure, her alluring beauty, her radiant body, her peach-blossom-like face far surpassing the image of the imperial concubine emerging from her bath in the main hall. The embroidered door to the inner room opened, and Wang Xiaotian stood naked in the center, his eyes fixed on the ivory bed, on the green silk, sleeping beauty. A wisp of her dark hair draped around her jade-like neck, draped diagonally over her high, white breasts. Her delicate eyebrows resembled distant mountains illuminated by the sunset. Her large, bright phoenix eyes, brimming with moisture, stared intently at Wang Xiaotian's seven-inch-long penis. Her small, delicate nose was slightly upturned, and her bright red lips glistened with saliva, as if she wanted to swallow it whole. Her breasts were full, with bright red nipples, like two symmetrical mountain peaks. Below them was a flat plain, her navel resembling a spring, followed by a small mound, as if veiled in white snow… “Ah! She’s a white tiger, completely hairless,” Wang Xiaotian thought with delight. Beyond the mound lay her crimson vulva. Her labia majora were turned outwards, her labia minora were tender and glistening, still throbbing slightly. Her clitoris was large, swollen, bright red, and shimmering. A clear, transparent stream of fluid flowed slowly down her thighs onto the satin surface, forming a small pool. "My soulmate has arrived! My good fortune has arrived! He is the soulmate I have been searching for all these years, the unyielding golden spear I have longed for!" Fairy Flower cheered in her heart! She shouted! Because she saw a man unlike any other. The first thing that caught Fairy Flower's eye was his magnificent, proud, and erect penis. It was so long, easily seven or eight inches, so thick that five fingers could hardly close it, so strong that the veins bulged and the barbs were erect. The dark red penis, with its crimson glans, was wrapped around the pink stalk. Two long, round testicles were tightly wrapped in wrinkled, dark skin. Glossy black pubic hair covered his entire lower body. His two well-defined pectoral muscles gleamed with a purplish-red sheen, and the area from his chest to his navel was covered with curly black hair, making his entire body resemble a green dragon descending to earth. His face, cleansed of grime, was even more handsome. Beneath thick eyebrows lay a pair of bright, piercing eyes, and below a straight nose were two full lips with upturned corners, displaying a rebellious and masculine air . Neatly spaced white teeth nestled between his lips, though a noticeable scar marked his left forehead. All of this stimulated the woman's sensitive senses. Her delicate body trembled, her eyes wide , and she rose shakily from the bed, moving forward step by step, strangely and silently, as if hunting some captivating prey. At the same time, Wang Xiaotian also took a step forward to greet the beauty. One step, two steps, three steps, and with a soft cry of "Ah!", the two were drawn together like magnets... A rain of kisses, a storm of embraces, and incessant sucking sounds echoed on their faces, necks, chests, and backs. Xianhua's jade-like arm tightly wrapped around Wang Xiaotian's neck, while her other chubby little hand reached down and grasped his long, thick penis... She felt it; the pulse on his penis was throbbing intensely, and with each pulse, it bobbed up and down . Then her little hand slid down, taking his testicles in her hand and gently kneading them. When her little hand reached his penis and testicles, Wang Xiaotian gasped, a scalding heat churning in . Wave after wave, crashing against each other. He couldn't help but stroke her smooth back down with his rough, hard palm, then down her buttocks, reaching inwards, where the sticky fluid added lubrication between her flesh. His two fingers then slipped inside, gently teasing her swollen clitoris.

Xianhua let out a hysterical moan…

“Ah…ah…um…inside…oh…” She couldn’t bear the overwhelming stimulation;
the current rushing to her central nervous system intensified and accelerated. With a cry of “Ah!”, she knelt on
the ground, cupped the thick penis in her hands, and swallowed it like a sausage. She sucked and pulled desperately
, swallowing the trickle of slightly salty semen, mixed with the pungent smell of the penis…

Wang Xiaotian saw that she was already aroused, her thighs flowing like streams. He couldn’t bear to
force her any longer, and at the same time, he felt he couldn’t hold back any longer. With his iron-like arms, he gently lifted Xianhua onto
the bed, and with a leap, landed between her legs. Clenching his fists, he channeled his inner energy, and
his thick penis, as if electrified, suddenly rose another eight degrees. Holding the steel spear, aiming it at the sticky, moist entrance to
the peach blossom cave, he thrust forcefully. With a "whoosh," the entire fiery, thick penis plunged deep into the heart of her flower.

The fairy gasped, then cried out excitedly, "Ah!...So big, so hard...
It feels so good...So comfortable...It's killing me...Faster...Deeper...Ah...So comfortable...
It's killing me..."

Wang Xiaotian was not only a martial arts master, but also a master of erotic arts. He possessed superb qigong,
able to concentrate immense power entirely in a single part of his body. Although he lived in a palace, surrounded by young women,
he could never satisfy his inner lust. If he truly unleashed his power on the young woman, he could surely kill her
.

It was when Wang Xiaotian was fourteen. The young Wang Xiaotian was a charming little boy, adored by everyone who saw him. Not only
was he handsome and shy, but he also possessed an intense curiosity about the opposite sex. One day, taking advantage of the neighbor's young wife's
deep sleep , he quietly slipped into her bedroom, lifted the red curtain, and stared intently at her full breasts and fair
thighs. He involuntarily reached between her legs, touching her soft, downy vulva and her
firm, plump labia. Just as he was about to insert his hand, the young wife woke up with a start. She let out a soft "Ah!"
followed by a moment of surprise. Looking at the adorable little boy, her red lips revealing two rows of white teeth, she smiled
. Wang Xiaotian, initially nervous and frightened, then bravely pounced on her, pressing down on her. The young wife obediently
kissed the lovely boy, her hand sliding down his waistband. When she grabbed the child's penis,
she shuddered, stunned. The child's penis was thick and long, easily half a foot in length. Wang Xiaotian
leaped up, quickly stripped off his clothes, and, holding his penis, bent down,
rubbing it . The young woman moaned incessantly, her lust aroused. Clutching his large penis, she teased the young Wang Xiaotian,
who thrust it into her vagina, experiencing a satisfaction she had never known before. From then on, the young woman, behind her impotent husband's back, secretly sought pleasure with
the young Wang Xiaotian.

Wang Xiaotian was utterly audacious. Using his superior martial arts skills, he had spent vast sums of money to buy countless beautiful women
, and had abducted numerous pretty young ladies from wealthy families, but none could satisfy his desires. He eventually
released them all, sending them back to their hometowns. Currently, he only had four beautiful young women by his side, selected from among many others
; the other maids and servants were for his brothers' amusement.

So today, Wang Xiaotian unintentionally came to the town for a stroll and stumbled upon this fight, finding a kindred spirit in the process. It was truly a case of
the Azure Dragon matching the White Tiger, a divine blessing.

Faced with this mature, alluring, fragrant, and surging beauty, how could he not
indulge in this blissful encounter, quenching his lust and quelling his burning desire? At this moment, he roused himself, thrusting and pounding, penetrating more
than fifty times in one go.

His large glans, like a discerning eye, reached the very core of her being with each thrust, advancing towards her cervix.

The fairy's body writhed wildly like a twisted candy, her vulva rising sharply in rhythm with his penis, her
watery phoenix eyes greedily gazing at Wang Xiaotian.

"Ah...ah...good...so hard...thrust...thrust harder...faster...ah...so hot
...so hard...so long, thrust...thrust in..."

Wang Xiaotian looked at Xianhua's flushed face after her desire was aroused, and Xianhua looked at Wang Xiaotian's
thick A wave of heat surged through their hearts at the same time, and the desire in their chests burned even more fiercely and intensely. The two of them
hugged each other's necks tightly and kissed wildly like flying sand.

Xianhua suddenly put her fragrant tongue into his mouth, and while Wang Xiaotian sucked on her fragrant tongue fiercely, his
penis increased its speed, thrusting more than a hundred times in a row, straight in and out, thrusting and pulling...

Only the sound of "slap, slap, slap" could be heard, rhythmically echoing at the junction of the penis and the vulva. Only the sound of panting and the "creaking" of the bed
could be heard , shaking the entire room.

"Beauty, get ready, one more hundred thrusts."

"Ah...ah...oh...beautiful...beautiful...you...you're killing my little hole! Yes! Good! Ah...
harder ...yes...right there...oh...it's so itchy...it's piercingly itchy...deeper...
digging harder...ah...so good, it feels so good..."

The frenzied moans grew louder and louder. Her supple waist twisted and swayed desperately.

The penis pounded wildly against her clitoris. Her tender flesh gripped the penis tightly.

Then, a sharp scream rang out.

The fairy flower shook her head and swayed her arms and legs, followed by another scream. "I'm going to die..."

Wang Xiaotian was startled and stunned. He felt countless tiny claws scratching at his penis, making his
whole body weak, numb, and even paralyzed. It was as if his penis had fallen into the mouth of a toothless tiger, being chewed and swallowed
from all sides Then, a powerful suction force, like a crane pulling a heavy load, pulled his penis
and testicles into the vagina...

Xianhua was still desperately shouting: "I'm going to die... I'm going to ascend to heaven, my good man... The penis is in
my uterus..."

Wang Xiaotian was a little at a loss for what to do with this sudden superpower. His penis was completely sucked in and could no
longer be pulled out. The vagina was still chewing incessantly, and he even felt a tiny hand kneading his testicles.

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian's thick eyebrows were drawn into a V-shape, and his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the
restless fairy flower. He slowly raised his arms, took a deep breath, and began to tremble all over.
He forced a powerful breath down from his dantian, making his face flush red and his eyes bulge. A powerful surge of heat
began to rush to his lower abdomen, gradually concentrating on the penis he was biting. Then, with a deafening scream
, a miracle occurred. The penis trembled violently, growing more than an inch longer and thicker...

In that instant, it was as if the existing current in her fairy flower orifice had been intensified, and the thick penis thrust forward
, piercing through her internal organs. It emitted a powerful electric wave, like countless steel needles shooting into
every nerve in her body, producing a highly exciting magic that stimulated her entire body and mind. Her
jade hands scratched and clawed wildly at Wang Xiaotian's chest and back, while her long, white legs kicked incessantly. Finally
, like vines, it tightly wrapped around Wang Xiaotian's lower body, howling like a mother wolf in heat
: "Ah... fuck me to death... I'm... done..."

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian pulled up forcefully, pulling his penis and testicles out in one swift motion
, followed by another series of rapid thrusts and pulls before slowing down and moving slowly.

"Fairy Flower, how is it? Is your little hole comfortable?"

Fairy Flower was still shaking her buttocks, moaning intermittently: "Ah... ah... big penis... fucking me
... so good... so happy... oh... let... me catch my breath... my... baby...
I will never... leave you... forever..."

"Your little hole is really amazing, it almost sucked me in, but I also experienced pleasure I'd never felt before."
He said as he slowly pulled in and out.

"Your penis is so long...so strong...so beautiful...so pleasing to the eye...you are...a true...
man "

"Fairy Flower, I love you..."

"Baby, we'll be together forever!"

She gently nestled her head against his chest, showering him with kisses on his cheeks, lips, neck, and chest...

"Fairy Flower, isn't that enough? Let's drink until we drop today!" He took another deep breath,
his strength gathering again, pressing down, his penis swelling and hardening. At the same time, his hands
slid down, reaching under her buttocks, supporting her buttocks, pulling them upwards, his large penis thrusting downwards
, even his testicles entering. With another forceful thrust, his thick penis began to grind inside her vagina.

By this time, Xianhua's vagina was already burning hot from the penetration, her vision was blurry, her limbs were limp and powerless, and she had no strength to resist .
All the excited nerves in her body were still in a state of tension. This churning and churning
caused her flower core to split open, her vaginal walls to itch terribly, her heart to tremble, and her breath to come. She was intoxicated again.

"Oh...I surrender...I surrender...Quickly...stop...pull...pull...out...
out...!"

"My little hole...is going to split...split open...ah...ah...it's churning my flower core again...it's
penetrating ...my heart..."

At this moment, Xianhua's whole body trembled, her vaginal walls contracted sharply, and then began to undulate and swirl like waves. This was
also the moment he reached his climax.

Xianhua began to moan again, "I'm going to die... Oh... Oh... I'm going to be tortured to death by you...
Ouch... Faster, faster... Deeper, ah... I... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to ejaculate... Ouch, Mom
..."

The undulation of Xianhua's vaginal walls immediately brought Wang Xiaotian a completely new sensation, a moment he had longed for for many years.
His large penis twisted and rubbed desperately, and her vagina undulated and rolled wildly.

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian stopped stirring, suddenly pulled out, and then thrust in hard again. He pulled straight in and out like this more
than twenty , and felt a thick, hot vaginal fluid rush out from her uterus, soaking his glans and making his whole body feel extremely comfortable.
He couldn't help but cry out: "Oh... So comfortable... So comfortable... I'm going to... I'm going to... I really... can't hold it in anymore
..."

The end was reached, and the pleasure came. His whole body trembled, and a stream of yang fluid rushed straight to her flower core, and his penis stopped
thrusting.

The celestial flower was flushed with yang essence, the scalding torrent causing her to tremble all over. Her legs buckled, and she fainted.
The

heavenly underground palace was mysterious and enigmatic, beautiful and magnificent. No one could describe its beauty
, and no one could avoid it.

He would never forget the moment he first entered the palace, when the strange hidden weapon was launched, the five-colored
halo blinding him. He felt as if he were being torn apart, his joints throbbing with pain, his body limp
as out. If it weren't for his brothers' timely rescue and the arrival of a renowned physician, Wang Xiaotian would have long since perished
.

Therefore, to this day, he occupies one courtyard of the underground palace; the other three hidden doors remain firmly
closed. He dares not, and will not allow, anyone else to act rashly. This portion is enough for him and his brothers to enjoy themselves
and practice martial arts.

All the rooms and courtyards of the underground palace were separated by emerald green brick walls, carved with dragons and phoenixes. Under the illumination of the five-
colored palace lanterns, they shimmered like jade. A jade staircase led through the dragon and phoenix partitions.
Moon gates of varying sizes, like exquisite works of art, adorned different corners. The entire palace seemed to
be built .

Occasionally, small groups of two or three young girls in colorful robes with flowing hair strolled through the courtyard, their laughter like silver bells.
Someone was playing a flute upstairs and downstairs; the melodious flute music added vitality to the underground palace.

At the end of the courtyard was a Buddhist hall, inside which was enshrined a statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Incense burned in the censer, its smoke curling
and filling the air with fragrance.

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian knelt before the Bodhisattva, clasped his hands together, silently prayed, kowtowed three times, rose, and
his gaze shifted from a pot of carved chrysanthemums on the offering table. He saw a person behind the door, half-revealed,
secretly smiling at him.

"It must be Qionglan. Why are you hiding? What do you want with me?"

A beautiful woman in a pink gauze dress appeared, her demeanor elegant and graceful. The gossamer-thin gauze accentuated her
slender , well-proportioned figure, highlighting her curves beautifully. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her
full back and soft, rounded shoulders like a waterfall. Her arms were smooth and fair, like two jade lotus roots. Beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows
were a pair dark, watery phoenix eyes, sparkling with captivating charm, often flashing with alluring glances.
Her legs, setting off her round, white buttocks, the triangular forbidden zone gleaming with white light, between her pink thighs, the vulva wide open,
teeming with desire…

Her charming, graceful opening posture caused Wang Xiaotian to involuntarily jerk,
his lust igniting instantly, his penis immediately erect, making his blue satin trousers bulge like a tall Mongolian yurt.

She was none other than the utterly wanton Qionglan, originally named Xianhua, whom he had brought from the Hidden Flower Pavilion.

He was somewhat infatuated; he didn't know why Qionglan's attraction to him was so strong and lasting
, a pleasure he never tired of. He knew that female beauty came in many forms: noble and sacred beauty, gentle and serene
beauty, dazzling and captivating beauty, and also wanton and licentious beauty. This woman, in his eyes, seemed perfect in every way
, encompassing all aspects of beauty.

A stunning beauty constantly appeared beside him, her soft, delicate body, pretty face,
melodious voice, clean vulva, trickling flow of lustful fluid, and rolling vaginal walls
violently assaulting the dam of his body and mind.

He had seen countless women, but only before Qionglan could he lose control. His entire defenses crumbled,
his head throbbed, and his insatiable desire surged like a mighty river, surging and overflowing.

He stood frozen before the offering table, slowly removing all his clothes. A magnificent dragon appeared
before the Bodhisattva, its glans swollen and veins bulging, standing tall and hard, as if challenging
the flesh .

Qionglan stared unblinkingly at the large penis that brought her unparalleled pleasure. The pink gauze
slipped down her smooth skin, her heart ablaze with desire, her vulva throbbing. She moved forward with soft steps.

Wang Xiaotian pinched his penis with his fingers, shaking it up and down and side to side a few times, as if to tell it that a fierce
carnal battle was about to begin, and to let it warm up its muscles before the battle, preparing it for the final sprint.

The powerful attraction of the opposite sex made their steps grow larger and faster. Wang Xiaotian wanted to hold her tightly
in his arms and kiss her passionately, but who would have thought that this lively beauty, just as their bodies were touching, this wave of surging
lustful fluids, Qionglan, suddenly knelt on the ground, her two jade hands grabbing
the

her small, red mouth. Wang Xiaotian's upper body missed its target, but he had a quick idea. He took advantage of the situation and lay on her plump back, his hands tightly holding her
lower abdomen, and buried his head between her legs. His long tongue darted along the sticky,
everted .

Qionglan gripped the base of the penis with one hand, greedily and sweetly sucking, licking, and pulling it, while her other
hand supported the dark testicles, gently kneading the two large, oval-shaped fleshy balls. The veins on the penis were visible in her small mouth.
The testicles bounced with a "thump," "thump," as they slid slowly in her hands. She involuntarily let out
moans of "Oh... Oh... Oh..."

Wang Xiaotian held her plump buttocks, his head thrusting fiercely inside her. His coarse stubble pierced her red
clitoris , his tongue, soft yet firm, probing deep inside. The fleshy waves inside her vagina rolled against his tongue
, surrounding it, enveloping it, squeezing it, rubbing it. Waves of vaginal odor filled his
nostrils , further fueling his lustful madness. He was intoxicated, letting out a "howl" sound like a water buffalo.

At this moment, Qionglan suddenly arched her back, her lips frothing with white foam. She tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his
neck, licking and kissing his cheeks, neck, and back wildly. Her plump buttocks writhed up and down and side to side.

As if receiving a command, Wang Xiaotian stretched out his iron arm and tightly embraced her buttocks, thrusting his lower abdomen
to meet her writhing movements.

Qionglan's vagina seemed to have developed a keen eye; with a few swift movements, it swallowed the seven- or eight-inch-
long penis with a "plop." She felt pleasure, ecstasy, and intense pleasure. The kissing stopped, and she wrapped her arms tightly around his
neck, her toes rising high, her round buttocks swaying wildly, completely taking over the male's function.
At this moment, her face was flushed, her breath came in rapid gasps, and she moaned repeatedly, "My darling... my penis...
you... are too long, too thick, too strong... you not only penetrated my vagina... but also, penetrated my uterus, pierced
my chest... oh, so good... it's going to kill... me..."

Wang Xiaotian held her buttocks tightly, his slender fingers reaching towards the cleft between her buttocks, where wet,
slippery fluid covered his fingers, making them slippery and bouncy. With a "whoosh," he inserted his index and middle fingers into her anus
, his fingers constantly bending and stretching, rapidly probing her tight opening.

"Ah!" Qionglan cried out, her small fists gently pounding his back, letting out a soft, panting moan:
"You're so naughty...so naughty...oh...it's so itchy inside...a little deeper...ah...I can't
...I surrender...I'm going to cum!"

Wang Xiaotian whispered in her ear, "Is it good?"

"Good! So good, ah, it's killing me...I've had enough...oh...a little deeper...harder ...
ah..."

A wolf-like howl followed.

Both were drenched in sweat, the only
sounds being the rhythmic thrusting, the slapping, the heavy breathing, and the wild roars.

Her juices flowed down her buttocks, trickling down her white thighs and onto the ground. The water pooled into a small
puddle.

Wang Xiaotian, his hair standing on end, felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure. The sensation of his penis stimulated his entire body, bringing him immense
relief. His ejaculation flowed freely, like an arrow shot from a fully drawn bow, shooting deep into Qionglan's womb.

Everything stopped. Qionglan nestled weakly against his chest, slowly raising her eyes to look at the benevolent Guanyin,
who still smiled down at them.

Wang Xiaotian suddenly lowered his head, picked Qionglan up, and carried her to the bathing area.

Steam rose, palace lanterns flickered, and two white bodies floated and soaked in the tub. Qionglan's
small hand held his large penis, while her other hand meticulously washed her most beloved phallus.

“Qionglan, I’m going back to my hometown tomorrow to visit my mother. It’s been almost a month since I last saw her, and I
miss her terribly!”

“I never knew you were such a filial son. I truly admire people like that. Birds feed their parents, lambs kneel to suckle
—it’s human nature to be kind. But, my parents have already kicked me out of the house…” She spoke while washing her still erect penis.

"Why?"

"Because I developed too early and had excessive sexual desire. From the age of thirteen, I developed a strong
curiosity . I had a relationship with my uncle, who was in his forties, but when his thin penis was inserted into my
vagina, I felt nothing at all, like a goldfish swimming in West Lake. Not only did I not get pleasure, but it also
aroused my strong desire. Later, I had a relationship with my cousin, but I still felt empty. So, I
wondered if there was anyone in the world who could satisfy my needs. Years of painful torment made me wanton and unrestrained. Later,
my parents found out, and in order to maintain the dignity of the family, I was kicked out of the house. Finally, I decided to find a soulmate in a brothel
, and I didn't expect to meet you first." As he spoke, he held up the penis with both hands! He kissed and cuddled her: "And
this too!" "

Qionglan, to tell you the truth, for years I've wanted to taste the flavor of a live hole. Who would have thought that after
searching high and low, it would come so easily? Your little hole feels like a hundred claws scratching my heart, making every inch of my skin,
every nerve, even every pore, fully active. Look, your little hole
has no pubic hair at all, while I'm covered in black hair. This is what they call a green dragon matching a white tiger!"

Qionglan playfully punched his chest with her little fists, speaking in lewd and wanton voices. "So naughty! So naughty, you're so
naughty!"

"Ha, ha, ha, I, Wang, am quite fortunate!"

Dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun painted the small village in the wild hills and wilderness with a faint golden hue.

A gentle breeze carried the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms, as flowers bloomed on the hillside, their five colors vying for
attention , quietly embracing the dozen or so households.

Wang Xiaotian dismounted, tied the rope to a wild locust tree, shaded his eyes with his hand, and gazed into the distance: Ah! My hometown
, the hometown that gave me birth and nurtured me, every blade of grass and every tree is so dear, so dearly missed, and I have returned to your
embrace...

A small bridge, flowing water, and this tiny house nestled at the foot of the mountain before the stream. Flowers bloomed in the yard.

An old man with white hair and a robust build was gathering firewood in the yard.

He had only one hand, but that hand was incredibly nimble and strong.

He kicked the wood with his toe, and with a flick of his wrist, the axe fell gently, and with a "crack," the wood split in two
.

His eyes were bluish-gray, distant and indifferent like the distant mountains; perhaps those who have lived countless years
of life all have such sharp and piercing eyes.

Wang Xiaotian slowly walked over.

His steps were light, but the old man immediately turned around; he had seen Wang Xiaotian.

However, his eyes remained expressionless; he stood silently, like a wooden stake, until Wang Xiaotian
approached. Only then did he slowly put down his axe.

Then, he suddenly knelt on the ground, like a servant before his master.

But his face remained expressionless, and he didn't utter a word.

Wang Xiaotian didn't utter a word either. He simply patted his shoulder; the two were like actors in a silent
pantomime, but unfortunately, neither understood the meaning behind the play.

Then, the kind old woman's voice came from inside the house: "Child, I knew it must be you returning. I recognized your
voice..."

Her voice was filled with indescribable joy and maternal love.

Upon hearing this voice, Wang Xiaotian's eyes immediately lit up with an unusual light and tenderness. He rushed
into the house.

"Mother..." He knelt before the bed, tightly grasping his mother's withered, wrinkled hands.

"Child, you returned on the fifth day of last month, almost a month ago. How have you been?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Mother, are you still in good health?" "

Stay strong, stay strong. I'm just a blind old woman, how many more days do I have left? You're already worrying about me."
With trembling hands, she stroked Wang Xiaotian's face.

Wang Xiaotian, tears welling in his eyes, took a cloth bag from his bosom and gently placed it in his mother's hands. "Mother, this is
the money I earned. Please accept it!"

"Oh! So much money, how can I possibly spend it all? Child, if you want to do business, do it honestly. Don't
cheat, swindle, or deceive, or harm others!"

"Mother, I remember." Just then ,

the sound of chopping wood came from the courtyard again.

Wang Xiaotian carefully examined everything inside the house. The house was spotless, the windows were sparkling clean, and there wasn't a speck of dust
. There was a small door by the side of the house, with a bamboo hanging from it.

His mother's voice came from inside the door again. "Tian'er, Uncle Dumb is so good to us. He takes care of
my three meals a day, and he always keeps the house and yard spotless. He even goes up the mountain to collect firewood often.
Although he can't say it, he never forgets the life-saving kindness he showed us. We have to have a conscience, otherwise, without his
care, I wouldn't know where I'd be buried long ago..."

"Mother, don't worry, I know he's good to us!"

Wang Xiaotian said, his heart filled with gratitude. Recalling an incident from five years ago, a fierce wind arose, sand and stones flew, and Wang
Xiaotian, riding his chestnut horse, galloped across the desolate plain. The surrounding area was vast and empty; there was no sign of human life. He tightened the reins, letting his horse run
wild across the wilderness.

But suddenly, something unexpected happened.

Just as the chestnut horse leaped over a ditch, from the grass within, a long sword suddenly emerged, flashing
upwards .

The sword instantly pierced the horse's belly; the horse, leaping forward, could not stop its momentum.

With a long neigh, it continued its charge, the blade of the sword still embedded in its belly. The horse's belly was ripped open,
leaving more than half of it exposed.

The chestnut horse galloped for several dozen feet before collapsing to the ground. Just as the two men were in the deep ravine,
the grass rustled, revealing two masked men in black, one of whom was holding a burly man hostage. One of the masked men leaped
up, his sword flashing, and lunged at Wang Xiaotian!

In that instant, Wang Xiaotian had no idea what had happened. He instinctively dodged
the sword's edge and looked down to see the chestnut horse lying motionless in a pool of blood.

Wang Xiaotian was taken aback, and at that moment, he clearly sensed the
whooshing the whistling of a blade cutting through the air—someone was clearly launching a sneak attack.

Then, the masked man let out a strange cry, leaping forward. His sword strike was truly
powerful; it pierced Wang Xiaotian just three or four inches away before the momentum ended, and Wang Xiaotian was thrown back.

The man in black abruptly froze, his left hand flashing out three sword strikes—"swoosh, swoosh, swoosh"—three streaks of silver light shot out.

The speed of those three silver lights was astonishing; in the blink of an eye, it was impossible to discern what kind of hidden weapon it was.

After his horse was stabbed and fell to the ground, Wang Xiaotian hastily abandoned it and lunged forward. To be able to parry a sword strike in the midst of his panic
was no easy feat. He wanted to immediately turn and face his enemy, but the whistling sound of the hidden weapon followed!

Just as he twisted his body, a hidden weapon grazed his cheek with a "whoosh." He quickly
drew his sword, deflected the second weapon with a backhand strike, and sent it flying.

However, as he deflected the second weapon, a third arrived. He swiftly twisted his body, and the weapon
pierced through his armpit, tearing a foot-long gash in his blue satin robe.

He then realized the weapon was a three-inch-long, silver-gleaming arrow.

Wang Xiaotian thought, "You are ruthless, so I will be ruthless too! Let's settle this once more!" He unleashed another surge of energy, a breath that seemed to shake mountains and rivers
, unparalleled in its power. He changed his move, letting out a "ah!" and leaping into the air like
a soaring eagle. The sword in his hand gleamed coldly, its blade flashing like flowers. The wind howled, but no
one . The masked man was bewildered and disoriented by the devilish trickery of hide-and-seek. Just
as he was momentarily stunned, a long sword, whistling through the air, descended like lightning, aiming straight for
his back. The masked man screamed and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the middle-aged man held hostage in the ditch also began fighting with another masked man. The middle-aged
man used his palm to strike the sword, advancing step by step. The masked man leaped out of the ditch, and with a "whoosh
," a hidden weapon pierced the middle-aged man's left tendon.

Wang Xiaotian witnessed all of this, and a nameless rage burned within him. He
straightened , bent low, and leaped to the masked man. "You murderous bandits! If you don't eliminate us completely,
when will you? Take this!"

The masked man's martial arts were far inferior to Wang Xiaotian's; it was like comparing heaven and earth. He pierced Wang Xiaotian's chest with
ease .

"Ouch..." came a painful groan.

Wang Xiaotian looked up and saw the middle-aged man clutching his left side, groaning. Wang Xiaotian strode over to the man,
knelt down, and drew out a small, silver sword. The hilt was adorned with an exquisitely crafted unicorn embroidered with silver thread.

He swiftly tore open the man's clothes and began sucking the wound. He inhaled a few breaths, then spat out a mouthful of
dark purple blood, the blood he had inhaled bright red instead. He slowly stood up, took out a small
cloth bag , carefully opened it, pinched a little black medicine powder between his fingers, and evenly spread it on the wound.
He stood up again and softly said, "It's alright, it'll be fine in a few days." After saying that, he stood up, tilted his head back, and walked forward.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..."

Wang Xiaotian suddenly turned around. On the wasteland, a person was struggling to crawl forward, constantly saying,
"Ugh...ugh...ugh..."

He turned around and quickly went to meet him. Upon closer inspection, he saw it was the middle-aged man who had been injured earlier.
He was crawling on the ground, yelling and screaming.

"Brother, are you alright?"

"Huff, wah, ba, ba ba..."

"Your wound still hurts?"

"Oh...oh...oh..." The man struggled to his feet, flailing his arms and legs, seemingly trying to do something. Wang Xiaotian
noticed that he only had one hand. This put Wang Xiaotian in a real bind; he didn't know what to do.

"Where are you from? What's your name? Do you have any money?"

came another barrage of incoherent shouts.

Frustrated, Wang Xiaotian squatted down, resting his chin on his hands, deep in worry. Just then, the burly man staggered over to him
, knelt on the sand, and with his rough, calligraphic fingers wrote a line of strong, cursive characters: "

Good man, benefactor.

Accept me! I will serve you for the rest of my life."

From then on, this burly man faithfully served Wang Xiaotian's elderly mother. This hardworking village
woman a life of ease, with everything done for her.

The night was deep, the lamplight dim. Wang Xiaotian lay beside his elderly mother, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. His mother was
eighty -four years old, a crucial age in life, especially since she suffered from chronic asthma. He was determined to
find a renowned doctor to treat her, and he would also visit temples and monasteries to offer incense and pray to the Bodhisattvas to bless her so she could
live a few more years in comfort and joy, thus fulfilling his filial duty as a son.

The mountain night was unusually quiet. The mountain wind swirled and rattled against the window, making a disjointed "tap,
tap" sound. Moths circled the oil lamp, and crickets chirped incessantly beneath the window.

He suddenly thought of the mute old man. For years, a question had lingered in his mind
: who was this old man? Where was he from? Why was he being held hostage? Could it be… He couldn't help
but think the worst of a kind old man—it was a sin!

From the distant mountains came the howling of wolves, and inside, his mother's heavy breathing grew louder and louder. All of this made him
restless and uneasy. He decided to go to Canglong Mountain, more than ten miles from home, to offer incense the next day, and then go to Qiaotou Town
to ask a famous doctor to treat his mother's asthma.

Early morning, the sun shone warmly, and all things sprouted.

On both sides of the mountain road, budding trees created a beautiful spring scene. On this winding mountain road, a man
rode a fine horse towards Canglong Mountain. A pair of strong, powerful hands gripped the reins tightly, and his
clear, black and white eyes were as sharp as a vulture that preys on carcasses. This was Wang Xiaotian.

Suddenly, the sound of hooves sounded behind him, approaching from afar. Three burly men rode up at full speed, glanced back
at Wang Xiaotian, and hurried past. Wang Xiaotian glanced at them from the side, then whipped his horse and
galloped towards .

With a long neigh, the black steed came to a stop at the foot of Canglong Mountain.

Wang Xiaotian gazed into the distance at the majestic Canglong Mountain, composed of eight peaks of varying sizes. The dragon's head was
the highest peak , where the peaks overlapped, the trees were lush and verdant, and the scenery was ever-changing. The dragon's body was formed by six undulating peaks connected together,
exuding a powerful aura. The dragon's tail was a triangular peak with sheer cliffs, filled with strangely shaped rocks.

Jingyue Nunnery was located at the top of the dragon's head.

Wang Xiaotian left the black horse at a small shop and, relying solely on his light-footed skills, like a dragonfly skimming the water or a swallow spreading its wings,
reached the summit in just half an hour.

Hidden among the verdant pines and cypresses was a small, secluded temple. The temple gates were open
, but not a single worshipper was in sight, which immediately aroused Wang Xiaotian's suspicion. He quickened his pace and approached the gate. He heard
the clanging of weapons and the clamor of voices coming from the courtyard. Wang Xiaotian sidestepped and slipped behind the trunk of an old cypress tree, his
sharp eyes scanning the courtyard.

But there was no one there. He listened closely and realized the sounds were coming from the roof. Without hesitation, Wang Xiaotian somersaulted and
leaped onto the roof. There, he saw three burly men attacking an old man. The old man was highly skilled in martial arts; he moved
with the agility of a monkey, his long sword flashing with silver light. But the three men were also
martial arts experts, forming a triangular formation to tightly surround the old man. The old man, his hair disheveled, swung through the air, repeatedly
trying to escape but failing, narrowly escaping death.

Wang Xiaotian held his breath, worried for the old man. He quickly channeled his inner energy, adjusted his vision, and focused his gaze. He saw that the surrounded old man
was actually a Taoist priest. The man was over fifty years old, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, dressed in a white Taoist robe, and was elegant and refined. At this moment,
the old man leaped up, attempting to escape the encirclement. Just as the swallows landed, three swords
pierced straight towards him. Sensing danger in mid-air, the old man knew that dodging the swords would require extraordinary skill. Just as he was about
to land, he channeled his inner energy, and with a whoosh, he performed a
somersault in mid-air, swooping down and avoiding the three sharp swords. Before he could even regain his footing,
the nearest burly man swung his sword, aiming for his chest. The old man dodged again, but the sword grazed
his right arm . His shirt ripped open with a "hiss," and blood gushed from his back.
The old man trembled, his eyes blazing with fury, and wielding his sword, unleashed three sweeping kicks followed by a final thrust.
With a cry of "Ah!", the burly man collapsed, dead.

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian leaped six or seven zhang (approximately 33-40 meters) from the wall, landing right beside the old man. He glared angrily
, "Three against one? That's a bit unfair!" In his haste, he didn't bother with further words. With a single move,
"Cloud Mountain Flower Rain," his sword flashed through the air, slicing through the blades of two burly men with two sharp clangs.

It turned out that Wang Xiaotian was wielding the Purple Light Sword, which he had obtained from a monk during a battle
. Therefore, it was incredibly sharp, capable of cutting through iron like mud, and renowned throughout the martial arts world.

This move, "Cloud Mountain Flower Rain," was specifically trained for rainy days. No matter how heavy the rain, he could wield the
sword without getting a single drop wet, while simultaneously thrusting out eight flower buds. It was the most powerful
move in the Mad Demon Sword Technique, and seeing the old man's injured back, he had no choice but to use this move immediately.

Then came another move, "Wandering in All Directions." He moved with the agility of a swallow, swirling and twirling his purple sword.
Only flashes of light and shadow remained, obscuring his form.
With a series of clangs, the weapons of the two burly men fell to the ground, their wrists pierced. In the blink of an eye, they were only able to parry, unable to retaliate. Wang Xiaotian showed no
mercy , following up with "Soaring Dragon Probing the Sea." The four iron palms of the two men fell to the ground, wrists ripped apart. "Ah…" "Ah
…" Two screams rang out as they flew off the roof.

Wang Xiaotian sheathed his sword. At that moment, the old man knelt down: "Many thanks to the hero for saving us. This humble Taoist
is deeply grateful."

Wang Xiaotian, supporting the old man with one arm, spread his wings like an eagle and flew into the courtyard. At this moment, all the nuns of the nunnery
came out knelt in the courtyard,

saying, "Thank you, hero, for ridding the people of this scourge and allowing the nunnery to live in peace." Then, Wang Xiaotian said, "Masters, please rise. Quickly, place the old man in the inner hall." So Wang Xiaotian placed
the old man in the inner hall.

The old man was pale, his eyes tightly closed. Wang Xiaotian hurriedly removed the old man's clothes and examined his wounds.
The old man's wounds were purplish-black, and half of his body was purplish-red. Wang Xiaotian shook his head; he understood completely.
The old man had been poisoned by a sword, and the poison had spread throughout his body. The old man was in dire straits, his life hanging by a thread.

He quickly pulled out an antidote from his robes and rushed it to the old man, but it was too late. The old man had already died from the poisoned sword
. Suddenly, the two large doors of the inner hall opened, and the nuns clasped their hands in prayer: "Amitabha! Please, hero, do not be so
kind-hearted ! This old demon is utterly wicked; let him die quickly! Our master was forced to his
death by him; he deserved to be poisoned!"

"Ah, yes, so who is your current head nun?"

"Amitabha, this is it."

"Your Dharma name?"

"Mingyue."

"What was the cause of this fight?"

"Alas, it's a long story!"

"Then please tell us, young nun."

"Alright, you all go back to chant scriptures; I will tell you the story."

From within the main hall, the melodious sound of a bell rang out. "Dong...dong...dong...dong..."

Mingyue sat cross-legged beside Wang Xiaotian and began to recount the legendary story of Jingyue Nunnery.

"Our Jingyue Nunnery isn't large, but it's a quiet and secluded spot atop Canglong Mountain. It's renowned
for miles , attracting a constant stream of devout men and women, their incense smoke swirling.

There are nine nuns in the nunnery: Master Yuechan, and eight disciples: Mingyue, Jingyue, Miaoyue, Huiyue, Kongyue, Guangyue
, Guiyue, and Xiangyue. Every month, the nine of them spend their time chanting scriptures, praying to the gods and Buddhas, carrying water, chopping wood,
practicing rituals, and burning incense, passing the quiet years.

But last year, on the Mid-Autumn Festival, a refreshing breeze blew; everything was renewed, and many pilgrims came. The youngest disciple,
Guiyue, had been standing almost all day. After finishing her evening prayers, Master Yuechan and her seven disciples all entered the inner hall and
jumped down on Guiyue's back. This startled Guiyue, leaving her completely bewildered.

'Master, what's wrong with you?'"

"Little Guiyue, save me! Guiyue, save me!" The master and his disciples kowtowed again. "Master, please
stand up and sit down to talk. This...this is too much for your disciple." Guiyue hurriedly knelt down and said.

"If you don't agree, we won't get up!"

"Master's kindness to me is higher than the heavens, and I would gladly die for you if you needed me. Amitabha! Tell me quickly,
what ?"

"Amitabha..." Old Master Yue sighed and said, "The Buddhist community is unfortunate, the Buddhist community is unfortunate! Guiyue, you
have been standing in front of the hall for a whole day. Did you see a man in his fifties with a leopard's head and snake eyes, looking like a fierce demon, come
to offer incense?"

"Ah, I remember, there was such a person. His eyes gleamed with evil light, and he stared at my disciple for a long time!" Guiyue said.

"Do you know who he is?

" "I don't know." "

This man's nickname is Canglong Dasui, and he is also known as Master Hu. He lives in Hujiayi behind the mountain and is a local tyrant.
He openly colludes with the government and secretly works with bandits. He kidnaps men and women and does all kinds of evil. Today, he came to offer incense, but he was actually looking for women. He
has taken you and wants you to return to secular life and become his concubine. I tried to argue with him based on Buddhist principles and
persuade him with good karma. I begged him with tears in my eyes, but he was unyielding and insisted on doing so." "He declared that he would come to take us away tomorrow,
and that if we didn't comply, or if anything happened to Guiyue, he would kill us all, smash the temple gates, and burn down
the temple. He said he would do it, and our lives depend on you. Guiyue, Guiyue,
you, you, you have to save us..."

Master Yuechan led his disciples in kowtowing repeatedly.

Guiyue slowly stood up and subconsciously picked up the wooden fish and gently struck it.

"Bang, bang, bang." Jingyue Temple was deathly quiet. Canglong Mountain was deathly still. There was not a single star or moon in the sky
. Only the "bang, bang, bang" of the wooden fish struck her heart and lungs, ringing out...

"Ha, ha, ha..." Xiangkong threw down the wooden fish and laughed maniacally. Then he calmed down and
said in a calm voice, "I thought something terrible had happened. Oh, so that's how it is. I've had enough of this hardship of cultivation.
I want to return to secular life." Isn't this a stroke of good luck? Master, senior brother, get up quickly, just say yes. "

Master, the senior brothers breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had escaped death, and stood up in unison chanting 'Amitabha.'

The next day, a bright red sedan chair carried Guiyue to the Hu family at the foot of the mountain, where she became Hu Taisui's ninth concubine.

From then on, Guiyue was gentle and charming, catering
to his every whim and obeying his every whim. Although she was young, only in her early twenties, years of cultivation had made her very shrewd. Thus, she completely charmed Hu Taisui, making him obedient and
pampered. She came to

Jingyue Nunnery several times to offer incense and worship Buddha. Her luxurious and wealthy lifestyle, with her being surrounded by attendants, stirred
the hearts of the young nuns.

From then on, when the night was quiet, the nuns would gather in a room and begin to discuss men, study men, and
imagine the pleasures of sexual intercourse.

At this point, Mingyue couldn't help but blush, her face flushed.

"Ha, ha, ha, how interesting! So, how did your master die?"

"Alas!" "What a sin, what a sin!"

"If you believe me, please, young master, continue."

"Alright! I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" "

Ever since Xiangyue left in her flowery sedan chair to become a concubine, some disreputable
men have been appearing at Jingyue Nunnery. Under the guise of offering incense and worshipping Buddha, they grope and harass the nuns. Master Yuechan, an
elderly woman nearing sixty, is furious about this and has spoken out against it, only to be repeatedly beaten in return.

One evening, the autumn air was crisp and clear, the moon and stars were bright, and I was preparing to call my fellow disciples for evening prayers when suddenly
a dark shadow flew down from the green tiles and red walls. I quickly hid behind a large ancient cypress tree, carefully observing the movement.
Then two more shadows flew down, and finally, three shadows, all dressed in blue and masked, wielding weapons, headed straight
for Master Yuechan's quarters in the back hall. Mustering all my courage, with trembling legs, I secretly reached Master Yuechan's quarters,
soaked my finger in the window paper, and peeked inside.

'Ah!'" Three long swords, their blades pointed directly at the nun's throat, terrified her. She
slumped onto the bed, trembling like a leaf. One of the burly men said lewdly, "Take it off, take it off! I heard you're an old maid, today I'll let you experience the taste of a man's big cock!
" "Today I'll let you taste what a man's big cock feels like!" "I heard you're strict with the nuns, so you'll set an example!" "Are you going to take it off or not?" one of the men said impatiently. "You...why...why...do this...this is a sin?...I'm almost...sixty...years old ..." the old nun pleaded bitterly. "Ha, ha, ha, the old one's getting tired of the younger ones, they want to taste what the old one feels like." "Stop talking nonsense!" Just then, there was a "sizzle! sizzle! sizzle!" "Three sword tips tore the old nun's robe to shreds, leaving only strips of cloth. The three masked men, still leering, continued to stab at her with their sword tips until she was completely naked. The poor nun, her plump white breasts exposed, her full buttocks sticking out, moved her round thighs, scratching and clawing at the bed, trying to find something to cover herself. Just then, the three masked men quickly stripped off their clothes and removed their veils, their thick, erect penises throbbing as they climbed onto the bed. 'Brother Ying! You go first, get going!'" " The man called 'Big Brother' pounced on Master. Two other burly men, one holding Master , the other his ribs, I saw with my own eyes that thick, dark penis thrust in twice before fully penetrating him. Then it began to tremble violently. Master immediately let out a bloodcurdling scream. Master had probably already fainted, lying there motionless, while the burly man continued to thrust in and out fiercely . Then came the second, the third. Master was already on the verge of death when they quickly put on their clothes. I felt as if I had just come to my senses, and I hurriedly fled to my room with heavy legs. The three figures flew onto the roof and disappeared into the distance. When I returned to Master's room, he was already dead. These three masked men were the three burly men the hero had killed today."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaotian sighed deeply: "Then, who is this old Taoist priest?"

"This wicked priest often pesters my master under the guise of spreading Buddhist scriptures. According to my master, they were
childhood sweethearts , inseparable since they were little. Later, due to a severe drought, they were starving and forced to go their separate ways. Logically speaking,
we should sympathize with them. For a long time, the nuns treated him with utmost respect. But one night,
he sneaked into the residence of our junior nun, Guangyue, and raped her. Today, they are
fighting for . So today, this hero has rid our Jingyue Nunnery of these four pests, allowing our nunnery to regain its vitality."

Hearing this legendary story, Wang Xiaotian was deeply moved. He said, "Regarding the safety of Jingyue Nunnery, I
will do my best in the future. I hope the young nuns will cultivate themselves with peace of mind, burn incense and worship Buddha, so that the nunnery can be restored to its former glory."

In the afternoon, seven young nuns knelt in unison before the Buddha statue in the main hall, chanting sutras loudly. The wooden fish
rang , incense smoke swirled, and the bells tolled softly. They were praying for blessings for Wang Xiaotian's elderly mother, wishing her
boundless happiness and longevity.

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian strode into the hall, bent his knees, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed several times. His voice
trembled as he said, "Mother, your son prays to the Bodhisattva to bless you with longevity and great fortune, to rid you of illness and disaster, and to grant you all your wishes."

After saying this, he got up, took out his satchel from his waist, took out ten large silver ingots, and respectfully handed them to Master Mingyue.

Exhausted from the fight, Wang Xiaotian was treated to a sumptuous feast and fine wine by Mingyue.
Seven young nuns sat on either side, attentively serving him, offering him food and wine, and celebrating the elimination of the four pests, which brought
prosperity to the nunnery.

Wang Xiaotian, in high spirits, drank until he was thoroughly drunk. The nuns helped him to the back hall and settled him on a
large sandalwood bed. Some removed his shoes, some made the bed, some served tea, and some poured water. Each nun curiously
stole glances at this towering man until he began to snore. Only then did the nuns
withdraw from the back hall.

Wang Xiaotian slept soundly and soon drifted off to sleep. He seemed to be walking among the willows in spring.
Clumps of forsythia, bathed in the warm spring sun, bloomed with golden flowers. By the stream at the foot of the mountain, patches of
wild grass sprouted tender green tips. The crystal-clear river water, like a gentle young girl playing the strings of a zither, tinkled
and sang a moving song. An old woman with white hair was beckoning to him with a kind smile...

Ah! It's Mother! Her eyes were healed, her sight was restored! He rushed to his mother, shouting with joy
and relief , "Mother... your eyes are healed, and your asthma is gone too! Thank God!"

He picked her up and spun her around twice. Just as he was gently setting her down, he suddenly noticed
a devilish face behind an ancient locust tree not far away. He was startled and rushed to
the tree , only to see a wisp of smoke rise into the air, and the devil was gone...

Wang Xiaotian woke up from his nightmare, wondering if someone was plotting against his mother.
Who was that devilish face? "I must be extremely careful and eliminate this demon to ensure my mother's safety."
With that thought, he turned over and fell asleep again.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt hot all over, his mind wandering as if something was
wriggling . Acting on his martial arts instincts, he sat up with a jolt.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, he clearly saw a naked, bald
girl kneeling between his legs, her hands cupping his hard, erect penis, sucking it desperately. At the same time, he realized
his own body was also completely naked.

Startled, the girl straightened up, tears welling in her eyes,
and whispered, "Hero, it was wrong, please forgive...my rudeness, because I love you so much
..." She then began to sob.

Wang Xiaotian understood everything immediately. He said uneasily, "You are a nun, how can you..."

She cried between sobs, "I'm only nineteen, I can't bear this torment any longer...Good man
, give me some tenderness and happiness."

Wang Xiaotian was deeply moved, looking at the beautiful, bald girl with immense sympathy.

Her skin was delicate, fair, and like jade; her figure was well-proportioned, with every curve clearly visible.
Her back was full and rounded, her shoulders voluptuous and sensual; her arms were smooth and glossy, like two pieces of jade lotus root. Her neck
was long and round, as white as snow; her round face held an innocent, childlike charm; beneath her delicate, willow-leaf eyebrows, her large, dark,
watery beauty; her red, tender lips were like ripe peaches hanging from branches, tempting anyone who saw them to take
a bite. She exuded a youthful warmth and captivating fragrance, which wafted into his nostrils,
stirring his burgeoning masculine heartstrings.

He was mesmerized, intoxicated, stunned, and dumbfounded. Involuntarily, he reached out and pulled her into his embrace
. She was so gentle and compliant. She lay reclining on his broad chest, her head nestled in the crook of his elbow, her round
, plump buttocks resting between his legs, her two jade-like legs bent to one side, her large, watery eyes radiating a lewd
allure and provocative desire.

In that instant, Xiao Ni sensitively felt his penis pressing against the area below her vagina and
above her anus, as if she could feel it twitching slightly, or as if it carried a strong electric current,
emitting invisible waves near her vagina, passing through her neural pathways and being received by the girl's body and mind. A
new sensation coursed through her entire body, spreading and growing. Her uterus also opened wide, gushing forth clear
, transparent fluids that trickled down her vagina and labia majora and minora, slowly seeping towards his erect, hard
glans

Wang Xiaotian wasn't in a hurry; he used his long fingers, with erotic skill, to caress her full, swollen
breasts. She yielded to him, straightening her upper body. He began by kneading her breasts extensively, watching them
bounce up and down and side to side,
playfully jiggling as he kneaded the left and bounced back to the right, then back again. After kneading the left breast, he moved on to the right, kneading until Xiao Ni threw her head back, kicked her legs, and gasped,
"Oh, it's so itchy, so comfortable..."

As Wang Xiaotian kneaded her, he admired the various parts of the girl's forbidden zone.

Her breasts were high and firm, like two opposing mountain peaks, echoing each other, with two light brown nipples at their summits.
Her breasts were rosy and translucent, with small, uneven mounds. Between the two mountains was a deep gorge,
at the top was a barely perceptible black mole, below which was a flat, soft abdomen. Due to her plumpness and fullness
, her chubby navel was buried, revealing only a shallow slit.

Her pubic hair was sparse and curly, pale yellow, and arranged neatly on the mounds. A
prominent clitoris hung high at the top of her vulva. She had a slender waist, a full figure, and a pair of jade-like legs,
delicate smooth, extremely alluring.

Wang Xiaotian had been with countless women, but he had never seen a young girl as sexy and sensual as Xiao Ni
. He passionately changed his moves on her breasts, his two slender fingers gently
pinching her nipples, slowly twisting and twisting...

"Ah, so comfortable!"

she moaned, her breasts and buttocks undulating, arousing his heart.

He quickly noticed that her brown nipples had suddenly become so swollen and erect. Her slender waist
writhed incessantly, and her plump buttocks pressed tightly against his most sensitive, thick, and firm penis.

Wang Xiaotian's blood surged and boiled like boiling water; his legs felt hot and sticky
, throbbing in waves.

At this moment, Xiao Ni's reaction was even more sensitive. She closed her eyes slightly, feeling as if
a little . Without hesitation, she reached her small hand under her buttocks
and grabbed the thick, long penis.

His whole body shuddered, and he tried his best to arch his body upwards, but Xiao Ni, even more agile, quick, and light,
created a very beautiful angle with her body. Like an exhausted person finding a
soft mat eagerly and forcefully sat down.

At this crucial moment, Xiao Ni's small hand, which had been rubbing the penis, moved nimbly and skillfully. With a "whoosh
," the long, thick penis shot out like an arrow from a fully drawn bow, hitting the bullseye.

The hot, tight vaginal opening gripped the penis tightly, and her plump, white buttocks writhed desperately,
while her lower abdomen, connected to the penis, thrust upwards at the same time.

Wang Xiaotian held Xiao Ni's slender waist tightly, and Xiao Ni gripped his hands tightly in return.

After a tense and intense twisting of her hips, Xiao Ni let out intermittent moans. "Ah... um... so beautiful
... so comfortable..."

Accompanied by twisting and moaning, Xiao Ni was already drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

Seeing that Xiao Ni couldn't hold on any longer, Wang Xiaotian forcefully tilted her to the side, turning her over so that the two of them lay sideways
on the long embroidered pillow.

Wang Xiaotian thrust and pulled repeatedly, nearly fifty or sixty times, until Xiao Ni's small hand was behind her back
, scratching his buttocks, thighs, and back, moaning incessantly.

"Ah...ah...you've hit...my...flower...flower core...hole...ah...so good
...ah...ah...I...I...my...baby..."

She convulsed, feeling his thick penis like a pillar of fire inside her vagina, touching her core,
reaching uterus, piercing her heart. Her whole body burned like fire; she felt
waves of heat, her face flushed with desire, her lips panting softly.

"Good!...good...!"

She closed her eyes, feeling that this gentle, caressing penetration was like floating in the clouds, incredibly beautiful.

He thrust more than thirty times in a row.

Each time he thrust into her clitoris, she convulsed and cried out, biting her lip tightly, revealing an extremely beautiful
and pleasurable expression of comfort.

"I can't...can't...can't...don't...come...slow...slow...come...um...I
...uh...uh...I...almost there...ah...hold on...I can't...I'm going to come...ah...I
'm going to come...!"

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian seemed to have just reached his peak, how could he stop there? He continued to thrust in and out
, penetrating deeper and deeper into her secret place, until her little hole contracted tightly.

Her little hole gripped his penis tightly, not a breath could penetrate, and she felt so happy that her whole body felt like it was going to fall apart.

"Oh, you wicked devil, I...I'm going to...come...come...I'm going to come...
wait little longer..."

He became more and more energetic, and the speed increased.

Xiao Ni was covered in sweat, her buttocks were raised, and her delicate body trembled incessantly. "Ah...ah...uh...uh...
I'm done...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to die...I'm going to ascend to heaven...stop..."

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the young nun had released her vaginal fluids several times.

From beginning to end, Wang Xiaotian relentlessly thrust, sometimes slowly inserting and pulling, sometimes violently withdrawing and pulling, while the young nun tightly
gripped his penis, her excited nerves reaching orgasm again and again. Her whole body was limp, her limbs scattered, scratching
, moaning, experiencing extreme pleasure.

Wang Xiaotian, however, did not ejaculate; his penis remained erect inside her vagina, enjoying the warm, wet, and sensual sensation.

Just as they were in a blissful, blissful moment, the main hall in the back suddenly opened, and the six young nuns rushed
in .

A bright moon peeked out from behind the green tiles and red walls, its round face smiling. The stars twinkled; it was the middle of the night, and the night was
deep.

The young nuns had finished their evening lessons, chatted and laughed together for a while, and then went back to their rooms to sleep. Only Xiangyue
lay in tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

This was no ordinary day. Two lives had been lost in the nunnery, casting a shadow over her young heart.
She was afraid—afraid that ghosts would suddenly appear in her house, afraid that the restless spirits of the dead
would roam .

Yet, in her heart, there was also a new side. For the first time in her seventeen years, she had seen a true hero,
a towering figure . She had witnessed the breathtaking fight on the rooftop, seen
his superb martial arts skills, and seen his filial piety as he offered incense to his elderly mother in the main hall.

At that moment, as she tapped her wooden fish, she shyly stole glances at him. He was slender, with a long, narrow face
, thick eyebrows, and bright, piercing eyes. Every word and movement he made was so elegant and agile. Even
the bright was a mark of heroism in her mind. With the budding heart of a young girl, she observed...
She scrutinized him so closely, not missing a single detail. She saw the steely man, tears welling in his eyes, kowtowing
repeatedly . At that moment, her heart broke. Through his clothes, she imagined his well-developed pectoral muscles and thick
, iron arms. When her gaze shifted to his lower body, she saw a bulge between his legs. Her beautiful eyes
were fixed on that bulge, wondering if it would move a few more times. Thinking of this, her blushing face
flushed crimson. She lowered her head, no longer looking at him, and focused intently on rhythmically striking
the wooden fish.

She thought of her junior brother, Guiyue. Since Guiyue was taken away in the red sedan chair, she has been coming to the nunnery to worship Buddha and
offer incense, dressed in her finest attire. These seventeen or eighteen-year-old nuns, as they mature into puberty, have increasingly strong desires for love. They
always gather in groups of three or five, secretly discussing men: how strong a man's arms are,
how developed a man's pectoral muscles are, how thick or thin a man's penis is, what the mysterious glans looks like
, what color it is, whether the inside of the penis is made of bone, what it feels like to have a penis inserted into a vagina, whether a thin
or thick one is better. They talk until the nuns are restless, their lustful fluids overflowing, their minds in turmoil, unable to sleep at night.

As they dispersed, Xiao Ni Xiangyue lay in bed, eyes wide open, lost in thought, her desire burning
unbearably. Her vagina throbbed with intense itching, forcing her to insert her middle finger and stir vigorously, while simultaneously
pressing and stimulating . Then, she pressed both hands against her full breasts, kneading them roughly until
she felt weak and overwhelmed with desire, only then could she finally fall asleep. Sometimes, she even thought of the old traditional
Chinese medicine doctor …

She clearly remembered it was when she was thirteen. One day, her mother's old ailment flared up again—coughing,
wheezing—and she rushed to the town to the only herbal medicine shop, asking the renowned old doctor
to prescribe a remedy.

The old Chinese medicine doctor, surnamed Liu, was over seventy years old. He was sturdy and upright, with a straight back and a thick white beard that
swayed on the front of his long robe. His eyes, though small, were clear and bright. He lived alone, but was not lonely. It was said that in his youth
, he was a dashing and romantic figure, living alone in the county town, and many courtesans adored him. Even now, in the dead of night,
unidentified women were often seen entering and leaving his outwardly dilapidated but inwardly opulent house. His medical skills were exceptionally
high; many women who had been impotent under his touch, after a couple of doses of medicine, became virgins within three days. He was renowned throughout the surrounding villages,
who called him a reincarnation of Hua Tuo (a legendary Chinese physician) and a descendant of Lü Dongbin (a legendary monk). Perhaps because of this, in the remote and secluded town
, where ignorance prevailed and illnesses were common, people sought his help, and no one interfered with his private life.

Xiangyue, panting, entered the old doctor's house. The old doctor paused for a moment, but immediately came to greet her.

"Who are you getting medicine for?" he greeted her with a kind smile, appearing as a respected elder.

Xiao Xiangyue whispered, "For my mother!" She avoided the old doctor's intense gaze, her
heart pounding.

"I know, I know, your mother's illness, sigh..." The old doctor shook his head, his white hair swaying, and turned to pick out the medicine.

He handed the medicine to the girl's delicate hands, examined her for a moment, and then gently and earnestly instructed, "
If it doesn't better, come back for more. Don't rush the money; we're old neighbors, hehe..."

She nodded repeatedly, gazing gratefully at the old doctor's kind face. The old doctor stood in the middle of the room, watching her
figure disappear like a swallow skimming the willow branches, standing motionless for a long, long time.

Her mother's condition did not improve; in the middle of the night, her coughing almost shook the house. The father
sighed heavily at the foot of the mother's bed. Looking at her emaciated mother, her face flushed red from coughing, Xiao Xiang
felt a pang of sorrow and pity. She turned and went to find the old Chinese medicine doctor again.

Neither she nor her father suspected him of tampering with the medicine. He was highly respected, his reputation soaring
; to doubt him would be a sin.

For her mother's sake, she hurried to the old doctor's house.

The old doctor seemed to know she would return, smiling, but his eyes gleamed with a cunning and confident light
. "Oh, this time I'll give you a special medicine, a family secret recipe!" he said, handing her a steaming cup of tea
. "Have some tea, rest a bit, I'll go get the medicine. You wait here!" He walked
unhurriedly to the medicine shelf, as if undertaking a great and sacred task.

The tea was strong and potent. Feeling parched, she tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp. It tasted slightly bitter,
then burning, scorching sensation spread through her. Her vision blurred as she watched the old Chinese medicine doctor slowly and deliberately select the medicine. She wanted to urge him on,
but a strange sensation coursed through her body—a burning, intense heat coursing through every inch of her skin, every
vein, every nerve, as if trying to devour her heart. It then rapidly spread downwards,
hot and itchy, concentrating in her still-pubic area. A piercing, intense itch grew within that tender passage
, finally… Her labia majora and minora, and clitoris, stirred restlessly. Her small hands, disregarding everything, reached
into , scratching wildly with her fingers…

An unprecedented desire and craving surged through her soul and body, stimulating her cheeks, breasts,
and nascent vagina. The most mysterious and alluring images flashed before her eyes; she longed for a pair of
large, rough hands to knead her breasts roughly, to kiss her face passionately, and to thrust forcefully into her vagina
. With each thrust, her lust intensified, a wave of lewdness assaulting her body. Her cheeks
flushed, her eyes glazed, her breathing rapid—she had reached a point of no return. "Quick...quick...quick..." she moaned, her delicate body

contorting on the luxurious red cushion . The old Chinese medicine doctor dropped the medicine in his hand, walked over, and smiled smugly and lewdly. At this moment, Xiao Xiangyue, lying on the cushion, flailing her arms and legs, trembling all over, suddenly grabbed the old doctor's hand, which was covered in bulging veins , and reached into her pink underwear... "This...here...quickly rub...quickly...I can't take it anymore!" the old doctor said with a kind smile, "Don't rush, girl, take your time, I will cure your illness!" After saying that , the old doctor slung his arm over the cushion and slowly, piece by piece, stripped off her clothes. "Quickly...cure...my...illness..." "That's it, you'll feel better soon..."

The young girl's body was so alluring, like a potent stimulant, exerting a powerful effect on this nearly eighty-year-
old man When he removed the last pair of underwear, he was stunned.

She was beautiful, with dimples, captivating and alluring, her cherry lips fragrant, her voice soft and melodious
. Her newly developed skin was smooth and delicate, plump and glistening with a silken sheen; her breasts were firm and full,
with round, swollen, jujube-red nipples; her figure was slender and graceful; the mound of her vulva was white and bright
, without a single pubic hair; the entire triangular area was brownish-red; her labia were thick, her clitoris erect; and her
large, watery eyes sparkled.

The girl gripped his hands tightly, pressing them against her most desired areas. Her small, round breasts, kneaded by
his hands , bounced back and forth like two playful roly-poly toys.

"Quick...Grandpa, this...can't take it anymore, quick...quickly...treat me...!"

"Baby, don't rush, treat me little by little, take it slow, don't rush!"

Saying this, the old Chinese medicine doctor gritted his teeth, glared, and with his two old hands, he spread his ten fingers and grabbed two small steamed buns
, kneading them vigorously. While kneading them, he slowly bent down,
his wrinkled old face covered with a long beard pressed against Xiao Xiangyue's rosy cheeks, rubbing and twisting them up and down, left and right. His
long beard brushed against her jade-like neck. His toad-like mouth trembled as he said, "Baby, are you feeling better?
Hmm?"

"Mmm...ah...so good...harder...much better...kiss, I...kiss...I..."

She closed her eyes, her two jade arms tightly wrapped around the old Chinese medicine doctor's neck, her legs kicking incessantly.
The desire in her heart was released in certain parts, but the old Chinese medicine doctor's medicine launched an even greater attack in her chest,
as if dozens of rats were digging holes and building nests in her internal organs with their sharp rhinoceros claws,
pounding and tearing her heart apart, making her lose her mind, making her little hole unbearably itchy, like a hungry beggar trying to
devour anything that could satisfy her hunger...

"Hmm, hmm..."

In her desperation, she didn't know what to do. She suddenly tightened her grip on the old Chinese medicine doctor's neck,
aimed sent her fragrant tongue into his mouth...

He greedily sucked and sucked.

A new sensation surged through her body, sending a new electric current through her, causing her to tremble uncontrollably
. Her tongue, being pulled and shoved by his toad-like mouth, emitted a series of "woo...woo...woo..." sounds.

The old Chinese medicine doctor stopped sucking and said intermittently, "Good! Baby, is there anything else that's uncomfortable...it's...
the secret formula..."

"I can't take it...it's so itchy...it's killing me...please treat me quickly..."

"Okay, baby, wait a moment...it'll be over soon..."

At this moment, the old Chinese medicine doctor hurriedly pulled off his long robe, short jacket, outer pants, and underwear, coming naked to Xiao Xiangyue
's side.

Xiao Xiangyue grabbed his arm, her other hand pressing incessantly against her vulva…

“Quick…quickly treat…ah…”

She didn’t know what secret formula this old Chinese medicine doctor had, or how to treat her. Instinctively, she opened her beautiful eyes
and cried out

She saw that the octogenarian was thin as a rake, with prominent veins, like a
skeleton wrapped in a human skin. Only his long, thick, dark purple penis stood erect, nodding incessantly…

The medicine continued to take effect, her vagina contracting and expanding, clear, transparent fluids gathering on the red silk cushion
, glistening. She no longer cared about her girlish shame. She grabbed the old Chinese medicine doctor’s penis: “Grandpa…
quick…quick…quickly insert it…the deeper the better…I really can’t…can’t take it…
anymore.” "

With a strong pull, the octogenarian fell onto her. However, he did not
act immediately. Instead, he slowly straightened up and said gently, "Baby, you are too hasty. Don't rush! Come, come
, come, open your legs. Yes... yes... yes, listen to me. I'll put some anti-itch medicine on you... you'll feel better in a little while." The

old man kept muttering, "Yes...be good...it'll be over soon..."
as he slowly brought his head close to the vulva. He plunged his head in, opened his mouth wide, and greedily sucked the glistening fluid. Then
he lay down on the vulva and began to suck again, licking so carefully, so earnestly, so cleanly...

Little Xiangyue only heard the "splatter" sounds. Looking up, she saw the old man licking the
fluid flowing from her vulva and cried out desperately, "No...no...it's too dirty..."

"Baby, you don't know, this is real nutrition..."

"Grandpa, hurry...hurry up and insert it...hurry up and heal me...I'm going crazy...I'm going to die...save me..."

"Okay, I'll insert it, I'll insert it!"

He pounced on the thirteen-year-old girl, his large penis aimed at the vulva, and with a "whoosh," it
was inserted ...

"Good...good...harder...inside...yes...oh...it feels so good..."

Outside, the wind picked up, the gale shaking the trees on the street ahead, making a painful, mournful sound. The wind raged,
relentlessly battering the old Chinese medicine doctor's door, while inside, joyful, satisfied, lewd laughter echoed.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Xiangyue's drug effects completely wore off. Her eyes widened as she looked down to find herself lying
naked on the soft cushions, her legs sticky. She understood everything. This old lecher, this beast, had tricked
her into taking an aphrodisiac, willingly letting him take her virginity. What else was there to say? She quickly put on her clothes, like
a limping little... The horse galloped out of the pharmacy, its hair disheveled, and ran back to Liangji's home.

Her father asked why she looked so disheveled, but she collapsed onto the bed without a word.

The scene from earlier replayed in her mind: her lower body was a mess, the old Chinese medicine doctor, like
a bull , thrusting into her vagina again and again. She suddenly cried, weeping for her misfortune.

The next day, poor Xiangyue suddenly disappeared. She left her home and wandered far and wide, finally
finding her place—becoming a nun and entering the gates of Jingyue Nunnery.

A long and painful experience tormented her for three years, but in the past year, she gradually…
Gradually, it faded, disappeared. With age and the onset of youthful passions among the young nuns, sometimes the image of that octogenarian, as strong as
a bull , would immediately float into her mind. His long, thick, dark purple penis
would instantly penetrate her vagina in her dreams. After each night of pleasure in her dreams, she felt utterly
alone and desolate. She regretted entering this secluded paradise. The world was so beautiful, so happy,
so vibrant, so alluring. She longed for a home, a real
man , someone who belonged entirely to her, to protect her, to warm her, to fulfill all her physical and emotional
needs. She couldn't bear this cold, solitary life of empty bedchamber, eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist prayers.

Wearing only her underwear, she lay on the empty, cold bed, blinking her large eyes,
recalling the unforgettable scenes of the day. A figure always appeared vaguely before her eyes: thick eyebrows, large eyes,
a long, thin face, and a shiny scar. Ah! It was him! He was a towering hero, yet she, with
the body and soul of a young girl, felt a powerful desire—a selfish desire, a carnal desire, a possessive desire.

She wrote a note, secretly went to the back room, and handed it to him, but she mustn't let anyone see it. If
she were discovered, wouldn't she be utterly ashamed? No, she couldn't be so rash. She had to
completely .

The quiet Jingyue Nunnery was so desolate and cold, without a breath of wind. The ancient trees stood motionless, and a sliver of
pale moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating Xiangyue's alluring body…

Suddenly, a woman's moans reached her ears. She sat up abruptly, straining her ears
to listen…

"Ah…ah…uh…ouch…I…can't…take…anymore…it…" The moans echoed
in her ears.

She hurriedly dressed and staggered towards the back hall from one side of the main hall.

Under the eaves, she heard it more clearly: panting, delicate voices, wanton and unrestrained whispers—it was clearly
a woman's voice. Who was she? Who dared to intrude into the hero's room? She tiptoed, her wet
fingers soaking the window paper, and peered through the window. In the dim candlelight, a man and a woman were
tightly embracing, both naked. The man was the hero she had longed for day and night…

“Ah!” A surge of jealousy welled up in the young girl's heart,
rising head. She felt dizzy, her whole body trembled, and huge tears streamed from her beautiful eyes,
falling to the ground with a “cough, cough, cough.”

She hated this woman, this bald, naked woman. The woman's face was obscured by her profile, and she stared
intently at the young nun.

At this moment, the bald nun lay diagonally in the man's arms, her large buttocks pressed tightly between his
legs She moaned and twisted her hips vigorously. The man held her neck tightly with one hand, while the other
hand rhythmically kneaded her breasts, kneading them until she curled, swayed, struggled, and
moaned like a snake.

The bald nun was so beautiful that she danced with joy and shook her head in pleasure. In that instant
, she realized that this bald man was none other than her best confidant, Master Mingyue. Her hatred vanished,
replaced by an endless emptiness, melancholy, and resentment. She wept again, yet her beautiful, tearful eyes
couldn't bear to leave the small windowpane, watching with a fascination as the man and woman
engaged in a passionate, frenzied, and unrestrained carnal game. To everyone else, he was an invincible hero, but to a woman
, he was a gentle, considerate, and masterful womanizer.

His slender fingers pinched her pink nipples, rubbing, twisting, and teasing them. What a rare
man he was! She longed to rush into the house, strip naked, and lie on his broad chest, letting him play with her to his heart's content
. At this thought, a surge of heat coursed through her body, her vagina stirred
and tingled, and lustful fluid flowed down her smooth thighs.

Xiangyue was a girl with a bold heart but a timid nature. Her mature body desperately needed a man's touch,
but she lacked the courage to rush into the house and confess her feelings to the vigorous Yu Han. She wanted to tell her sisters about this
alluring scene so they could devise a plan to get this man
to devote himself to them, to give them some unparalleled pleasure.

Xiangyue was burning with anxiety, desperate to achieve her goal quickly. An inexplicable
lust was raging within her.

"Miaoyue! Miaoyue, open the door!" Still no response. Only the stars seemed to wink at her playfully
, only the bright moon seemed to mock her. A gentle breeze brought a chill, and the sticky liquid
between now felt cold and hard. Frustrated, she stamped her feet repeatedly, gritted her teeth,
and slammed her fist against the door...

"Bang!"

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Mingyue, open the door quickly!"

"What's the matter so late?"

"Open the door, I'll tell you!"

The door creaked open, and Miaoyue, wearing only a nun's robe, revealed a completely naked body underneath. She
rubbed her eyes, pouting, looking utterly impatient.

"Thinking about something again? Can't you hear me knocking?" Mingyue complained.

"Hehe, I had a dream," she said, still half-asleep.

"What's the use of just dreaming? This time I'll make you do something real." Xiangyue teased.

"Stop joking, what's real?" Miaoyue replied casually.

"Sit down, I'll tell you, I just came back from the back room, and they were both completely naked, hugging tightly,
that big penis thrusting in and out, they were really into it..." Xiangyue said, her eyes squinting, as if she were
right there .

"Quick, you brat, who are you talking about?" Miaoyue said impatiently.

"You can't afford to offend this person," Xiangyue said, keeping him in suspense again.

"Oh dear, you're so long-winded, just tell me!" Miaoyue shook Mingyue's shoulder impatiently.

"Who else could it be? Our master, Mingyue!" Xiangyue said, pouting.

"Oh! They all live in the back room, they're so close, they get the moon first!"

"That slut, don't even mention it." Xiangyue was extremely jealous.

"That woman is so selfish, she gets all the good things," Miaoyue said resentfully.

"We have to think of a way, we can't let her have it all to herself!" Xiangyue said through gritted teeth.

"What do you suggest?" Miaoyue asked anxiously, her eyes wide.

"Let's get all the sisters up and rush into the back room together, flirt and be provocative in front of that man, even if
we don't get the meat, we'll at least smell the fish." Xiangyue offered her idea.

"Yes, that's it, brilliant, absolutely brilliant!" Miaoyue gave a thumbs up.

"Oh, how come you're all naked!" Xiangyue noticed that Miaoyue wasn't wearing underwear.

“Sleeping like this is comfortable, hee hee hee…” Then she said seriously, “Hey, Sister Xiangyue
, what does that man’s penis look like?”

“Wow! Thick and long, so impressive, you’ll see in a bit.”

“Let’s go!”

“Let’s go!”

They called out to the young nuns Jingyue, Kongyue, Guangyue, and Huiyue one by one. All the nuns were
girls under twenty, with beautiful faces and graceful figures. In the spring-flourishing Jingyue
Nunnery , they were all more wild, more unrestrained, more daring, and more outrageous than the last.

In Guangyue’s room, after hearing Xiangyue’s description, they attacked her en masse. They unanimously approved of Xiangyue’s plan
.

Finally, Xiangyue mysteriously said, "We need to be fully prepared. Let's get dressed now, and
then this, this...!"

The night was quiet, but emotions were restless. The wind carried a chill, and hearts surged with heat. Several pretty
figures, exuding the fragrance of young girls, disappeared at the end of the main hall...

In the back hall, under the flickering candlelight, after a couple had indulged in the pleasures of lovemaking, some "spiritual tremors" and
"feast of the flesh" still lingered around them. The intense stimulation of unrestrained lust and vibrant passion still had lingering
effects. Her soft breaths continued. Mingyue lay in Wang Xiaotian's arms, her charming and beautiful eyes slightly closed,
her two pink legs limply resting on his knees, one jade arm wrapped around his waist, and her other small hand
tightly gripping his still-erect and thick penis.

Wang Xiaotian leaned against the satin quilt, one hand around her slender waist, the other still kneading her rosy
nipple. His spiky face rolled incessantly across her rosy cheeks. His mind was still filled
with the overwhelming waves of desire, and he was breathing heavily with pleasure.

Suddenly, the sound of crickets filled his ears. His instincts as a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) man kicked in, and he opened his eyes to see:
"Ah!"

Six young nuns stood in a row, kneeling before the bed, their large, blinking eyes fixed
on Wang Xiaotian's steel-like arms.

Wang Xiaotian, unaware of what was happening, shoved Mingyue aside with a "whoosh," leaping to his feet
: "What happened?" He had completely forgotten his naked body.

He stood there, his thick eyebrows raised, his eyes wide open, his arms clenched into fists with bulging veins, his
pectoral muscles bulging and gleaming, his six-pack abs clearly defined, a narrow, glossy black tuft
of hair clearly visible on his chest, and his lower abdomen and thighs covered in thick, dark hair. From the center of his dense pubic hair
stood a long, thick, hard, and erect penis, its surface a dark reddish-brown, the glans swollen and the spurs sharp. The
large glans was moist, reddish, and gleaming, its single, dark eye and engorged opening alluring.

The six young nuns, their beautiful eyes wide open, stared dumbfounded at the one-eyed king standing in the dark triangle, not one of
them answering.

"Speak quickly!" Wang Xiaotian urged impatiently.

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