【Ten Scenic Spots Satin (Chapter Six)】

After resting and recuperating in the pavilion for a while, Xiao Murong, having regained some strength, led Hua Xuan to the dilapidated temple. Upon arriving, they found Wen Yuan gone. Hua Xuan looked around but couldn't find him, and was quite dejected. Xiao Murong said, "It seems your Senior Brother Wen has left. There's nothing we can do about it." She shrugged.
Hua Xuan sighed and whispered, "Where did he go?" Seeing her lonely expression, Xiao Murong thought, "She and that Wen Yuan must be very close. That guy is nothing special except for being a busybody and having better martial arts skills." Suddenly remembering the prank she had played on Wen Yuan the night before, her ears burned.
Hua Xuan suddenly said, "Sister Murong, shall we go find Senior Brother Wen?" Hearing Xiao Murong repeatedly call her "sister," she unconsciously began to call her "sister" as well. Little Murong was quite pleased to see a girl younger than herself, so she said with a grin, "Hey, that's your senior brother, he has nothing to do with me." Hua Xuan said, "But you've seen more than me, so I won't be at a disadvantage. Besides, don't you know Senior Brother Wen too?"
Little Murong thought to herself, "If I really see that kid, he might immediately want to get revenge on me. But how would he get revenge?" Thinking of this, she felt a little embarrassed and couldn't imagine it. Hua Xuan tugged at Little Murong's sleeve and whispered, "Okay, okay... Sister Murong, let's go together..." Hua Xuan was innocent and pure, and since childhood, her father and two senior brothers were helpless when she acted spoiled, but it worked quite well on Little Murong, just like a younger sister clinging to her older sister. Little Murong smiled and said, "Alright, but you have to do me a favor." Hua Xuan asked, "What is it?"
Little Murong said, "If your Senior Brother Wen tries anything with me, you have to stand in for me and protect me." Hua Xuan was puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?" Little Murong found it difficult to say, so she just smiled and said, "Well, it's nothing serious, just answer me." Hua Xuan smiled and said, "Yes, Senior Brother Wen is most docile with girls, unlike that annoying guy from before. Sister Murong, you can rest assured."
Little Murong smiled and said, "Okay, let's go. " "Alright!" Hua Xuan asked, "How should we look for him?" Xiao Murong pondered for a moment and said, "Let's take a stroll around West Lake. Maybe your senior brother is here for a boat trip, and we might bump into him." Hua Xuan nodded and said, "Senior Brother Wen seems to really like West Lake. I heard him recite a poem, something like... 'To compare West Lake to Xi Shi, whether lightly or heavily adorned, she is always beautiful.' It must be very beautiful there." Xiao Murong smiled and said, "Is that so?"
The two girls strolled casually and arrived at the main road in front of Hongchun Bridge. The road was lined with green pines on both sides, a verdant sight as far as the eye could see, like a blanket of snow, known as "Nine Miles of Snow Pines," a truly beautiful scene. Xiao Murong smiled and said, "If we really can't find your senior brother, it wouldn't be bad for us to take the opportunity to enjoy the scenery." As
the 24 hours passed, they still hadn't seen Wen Yuan. The two girls walked and walked until they arrived in Hangzhou City. They couldn't find Wen Yuan in the city either. Helpless, the two girls had no choice but to stay overnight at an inn in the city and make plans for the next day.
Young Murong was weak from her injuries. She circulated her qi to heal herself for a while that night, but felt very tired. She went to bed early, fully clothed, and said to Hua Xuan, "Sister, it's time to rest." Hua Xuan was looking out the window and casually replied. She walked to the bedside, but suddenly hesitated and didn't go to bed. Little Murong pulled Hua Xuan over and laughed, "What's wrong? You're both girls, why are you so shy?" Hua Xuan blushed, lay down on the bed, and said, "No, it's just that I remembered sleeping with Senior Brother Wen before, and Father scolded me."
Little Murong's heart skipped a beat, and she asked in a low voice, "What? You didn't do anything..." Hua Xuan hurriedly said, "No, sister, don't think like that. I had a nightmare that day, and I was scared, so I secretly went to Senior Brother Wen's bed." Little Murong rolled over and lay down beside her, laughing, "Really? I've seen his martial arts. Someone sneaked into his bed in the middle of the night, you didn't know, did you?" Hua Xuan smiled and said, "That was three years ago, back when his skills weren't that good yet." Little Murong rested her chin on her hand and chuckled softly, "Maybe he noticed, but he just didn't want to wake up." She pretended to fall asleep. Hua Xuan blushed and buried her face in the pillow, saying, "No...it shouldn't be."
Xiao Murong covered herself with the blanket and laughed, "Hua family sister, come closer, the blanket won't cover you." Hua Xuan moved closer to Xiao Murong, suddenly feeling a numbness in her shoulders. Xiao Murong had pressed her "Jianzhen" acupoints on both sides, and her hands immediately felt weak. She was startled, but then heard Xiao Murong giggle, "I'm so sorry, I just wanted to check a little, don't worry, sister." Hua Xuan asked curiously, "Check what?"
Before she finished speaking, Xiao Murong had already gently hugged Hua Xuan from behind and sighed softly, "Your senior brother Wen is really lucky to sleep in the same bed as such a beautiful girl like you. I want to take a good look and see why he doesn't want to wake up." She couldn't help but laugh as she spoke. Hua Xuan looked embarrassed and said, "Don't talk nonsense, Senior Brother Wen really hasn't woken up yet... Ahh!" Suddenly, Xiao Murong pulled her clothes open. It was a summer night, and Hua Xuan had only worn this one cloth garment before going to bed. With Xiao Murong's clothes undone, her skin was immediately exposed. She quickly pulled on the clothes tightly, crying out, "Sister Murong, you can't bully me like this!"
Xiao Murong giggled, "Oh dear, I'm really sorry, I just like to bully people..." The two girls pulled and tugged for a while. Although Xiao Murong was injured, Hua Xuan's shoulders were weak and she couldn't exert any strength in her hands. Before long, Xiao Murong had stripped her naked, leaving her only able to cling tightly to the clothes. Wrapped in the quilt, she cried out shyly, "Don't do this... It would be terrible if someone came in." Little Murong, unconcerned, simply laughed, "No one will come in. If they do, just give them a good whack on the head." As she spoke, she sat up, pulled back the quilt, and said with a beaming smile, "Don't be stingy, let me see what happens."
In the candlelight, Hua Xuan's skin glowed with a faint peach-blossom hue, an indescribable beauty. Her bright, clear, watery eyes seemed utterly innocent. Little Murong sighed inwardly, thinking, "This girl is truly beautiful and kind-hearted. If that guy likes her, there's nothing to say."
Hua Xuan's face flushed under her gaze. She turned away, one hand covering herself, the other clutching her clothes. Little Murong, having already decided to tease her, wasn't about to give up so easily . She snatched the clothes away, tossed them at the foot of the bed, and laughed, "I haven't had enough yet, you don't get to wear any clothes." She leaned down on Hua Xuan, a slight smile on her face, and said, "Little sister
, are you scared?" Hua Xuan's heart pounded. Although Xiao Murong was a woman, her actions startled her. Not knowing how to react, she could only clasp her hands together and plead, "Sister Murong, please don't scare me..." Xiao Murong smiled, gently stroking Hua Xuan's slender neck, and softly said, "Little sister, if it weren't me here, but your Senior Brother Wen, what would you do?"
Hua Xuan was startled, her face quickly flushing red, and she whispered, "He wouldn't." Xiao Murong laughed, "What if?" Hua Xuan remained silent, her face still red. Xiao Murong smiled mischievously and exclaimed, "You won't tell? Fine, I'm going to torture you!" She tickled her armpits with her ten fingers. Hua Xuan, tickled and laughing, pushed Xiao Murong away, saying, "Okay...stop it, I told you so!" Xiao Murong stopped and smiled, "How so?"
Hua Xuan, panting from laughing, whispered, "If Senior Brother Wen really does that...I'll give him a good scolding." Xiao Murong laughed, "Oh dear, you just can't bear to hit him, you only want to scold him, so you'll probably become his man, right?" Hua Xuan couldn't win an argument with Xiao Murong, blushing, and said, "Sister Murong, why are you asking this? If you bully me again, I won't help you."
Xiao Murong blushed slightly and smiled, "Okay, okay, that's enough, I'm done!" Saying that, she tried to get up from Hua Xuan. Just as Hua Xuan was about to get up, she suddenly heard a faint melody, distant and weak, yet extremely gentle and pleasant, touching the heart, the timbre like a flute.
The flute music, like a wisp of silk, lingered and drifted in the room. Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong both felt indescribably comfortable upon hearing it. Xiao Murong was about to get up, but then stopped and whispered, "This sound is so beautiful." Hua Xuan hummed in agreement, feeling completely relaxed, and smiled, "It really is wonderful. Sister Murong, please get up first."
The flute music began slowly, rising and falling gently, but soon grew faster and faster, its rises and falls intensifying, like the ebb and flow of the tide, the ripples gradually rising higher and higher. Little Murong listened intently, then leaned against Hua Xuan, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. Hua Xuan was slightly startled, but upon hearing the flute music, she paid no attention to Little Murong, gently stroking her long hair with her right hand, and softly said, "Sister Murong, get up and listen again, you're making me feel so suffocated." Little Murong gently closed her eyes and chuckled, "Just a little longer." Hua Xuan smiled, saying nothing, simply playing with Little Murong's dark hair.
Suddenly, the flute music soared high, then immediately weakened, like a high wave rising on a calm sea, only to shatter into white blossoms in mid-air. Both Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan were startled, letting out a soft "Ah!" Xiao Murong unconsciously shifted forward, while Hua Xuan's right hand tightened, pressing Xiao Murong's head down towards his body. The flute music rose and fell, and their hearts seemed to pound along with it. Hua Xuan gradually couldn't help but breathe softly, while Xiao Murong's hands groped, eventually encircling Hua Xuan, making muffled sounds.
The flute music suddenly changed, gradually shifting from gentle waves to an undercurrent, its timbre lingering and tender. At first glance, it seemed peaceful, but the two women were already captivated, immediately sensing the hidden turmoil and madness within. Their faces flushed and their hearts pounded. Hua Xuan struggled to turn to her side, turning little Murong onto the bed. The pressure eased slightly, but she felt a burning heat throughout her body, an emptiness within, and her mind becoming increasingly confused. She gasped, "It hurts so much… Sister Murong… how… how are you?"
Little Murong could no longer hear what Hua Xuan was saying, only the continuous flute music. With each note, her heart skipped a beat, her body felt as if it were being roasted by fire, her mouth dry, only her lower body felt unusually wet. She blushed with shame, her moans becoming increasingly uncontrollable. She vaguely sensed that the flute music must have been played by a master with profound inner strength, using an extremely seductive and lingering melody to entice the heart. However, although she understood this, she was completely unable to resist.
Hua Xuan, unaware of matters of love between men and women, was merely deeply distressed. Xiao Murong, however, was even more overwhelmed by her encounter with Wen Yuan the previous night. The scene from that day gradually resurfaced in her mind, giving rise to numerous wanton fantasies that wouldn't leave her. One moment she imagined Wen Yuan suddenly releasing his pressure points and grabbing her; the next, the opposite scene flashed before her eyes—she was lying naked on the ground, letting him do as he pleased. The more she thought about it, the more ashamed she became, and the less she could bear the stimulation of the flute music. Her moans grew increasingly unrestrained and delicate. She tossed and turned on the bed, rubbing her body, her clothes crumpled into a ball, constantly groaning, "This... is too... no... I can't listen anymore... um, ahh..."
Seeing Xiao Murong's wanton behavior, Hua Xuan felt as if a thousand tiny feathers were scratching at her heart. When the flute music was fast, she gasped rapidly; when it was slow, she wept softly. She didn't know why she felt this way. Sweat beaded on her beautiful body; she no longer felt the heat, but rather a boiling cauldron of water churning within her, unbearable to behold.
The flute music aroused the two women, but they were powerless to resist. Suddenly, a passionate moan drifted from afar; it seemed the guests in other rooms had also been seduced by the flute music and were beginning their act. The sounds of lovemaking rose and fell, as if every room contained both men and women, all engaged in passionate lovemaking, their sounds seemingly harmonizing with the flute music.
Hua Xuan, feeling utterly ashamed, suddenly felt a tightness in her body as something soft pounced on her from behind—it was Xiao Murong, his clothes completely removed, frantically groping Hua Xuan's body. Hua Xuan was shocked and tried to struggle, but her body was limp and unresponsive. She could only whisper, "Sister Murong, don't do this... oh... ah..." Little Murong was rubbing her breasts, her body weak and unable to speak.
Little Murong gasped for breath and mumbled, "Wen... umm... Wen Yuan... where... where is he...?" Hua Xuan said urgently, "Senior Brother Wen isn't here... umm... I can't..." She tried to push Little Murong's hands away, but she couldn't muster any strength. The flute music fluctuated in intensity, teasing her back and forth. Little Murong groaned a few times and couldn't help but cry out loudly, "Ah ah..."
Just then, several sounds of breaking down the door could be faintly heard outside. A group of footsteps sounded, accompanied by a man's sinister laughter and a woman's moans. A voice shouted, "Good, this chick is top-grade... a great result today! Haha..." Then came a series of lewd sounds.
Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong were secretly alarmed, knowing that a group of people were breaking into the guest rooms one by one to abduct women. They were anxious, but the flute music was like magic, more potent than any aphrodisiac; neither of them could resist getting out of bed and dressing. How could they possibly deal with the intruders?
Suddenly, several screams of pain from men mingled with the flute music and moans, followed by footsteps, curses, and shouts outside the door. The two girls, not knowing what was happening, could only entwine themselves under the influence of the flute music, though they wanted to stop, they couldn't control themselves. Hua Xuan pushed Xiao Murong with one hand and reached for her silver whip with the other to prevent the intruders from breaking in. The two girls were completely unable to resist.
Just as they managed to grab the whip, the door was kicked open with a "bang," and four men in black rushed in. One of them shouted, "Well, here are two more!"
Xiao Murong and Hua Xuan were filled with shock and shame. Seeing that none of the four men were friendly, they were even more frightened, but the flute music kept them panting and moaning. Hua Xuan suppressed his shame and focused his inner energy on his whip, ready to strike hard at anyone who approached.
The four men in black, seeing the two naked women on the bed, were filled with lust. One of them rushed forward, grinning maliciously, "Heh heh, both are rare finds, which one should we try first…" Before he could finish, Hua Xuan's silver whip lashed out at the man, striking him squarely in the chest. Caught off guard, the man, before even experiencing pleasure, was struck hard, screaming and falling backward, unable to stand for a moment.
The remaining three were startled but did not back down. One shouted and tried to snatch Hua Xuan's silver whip, another used grappling techniques, and the last reached for Xiao Murong.
Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong, restrained by the flute music, were on the bed and unable to separate, so the whip had only exerted two-thirds of its power; otherwise, the man's skill was too weak, and that whip would have been fatal. Now that the three had arrived, Hua Xuan, in her haste, swung her whip with all her might. The force of the whip forced all three back, but none were injured.
Unable to get close, the three were at a loss. The flute music was seductive, indiscriminate in its effects on friend or foe, man or woman. They could only watch from afar as the two beautiful young women embraced, enacting a live sex act. Their desire was unsatisfying, their hearts burning with lust.
Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong, however, were even more ashamed. Before them were three wicked men with ill intentions, yet the flute music was filled with pleasurable intimacy. Hua Xuan considered several times getting out of bed to deliver three lashes, one to each of them, but she could never resist the temptation of the flute music and could only remain entangled with Xiao Murong. Xiao Murong tried to pull the blanket over herself, but halfway there, the flute music intensified, and her hand returned to Hua Xuan's soft skin.
The three men in black swallowed hard, cursing with foul language, but dared not approach further. Suddenly, the sound of a flute grew closer, and the sounds of lewdness and screams outside diminished, while the shouts of battle intensified. Hearing the escalating fighting, the three men didn't leave their room to investigate, but instead stared intently at the two women.
As the flute music drew ever closer, Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong's hearts pounded, their minds reeling, unable to control themselves. Suddenly, a high-pitched flute note rang out, and Hua Xuan cried out in pain, her mind in turmoil, her fingers slipping from her grasp of the silver whip, which fell to the ground. Seeing this, the three men roared and pounced on her again.
Hua Xuan, still dazed, suddenly felt a tight grip on her hand; she had been grabbed by a man in black. Startled and ashamed, she tried to break free, but her body was limp and she could exert no strength. Xiao Murong was also pinned down by another man, unable to resist. The man pinned Xiao Murong to the bed, groping and kneading her wildly, grinning maliciously, "Damn it, this little chick is so beautiful, I'm in for a treat today." Another man grabbed Hua Xuan's legs, shouting, "Tang Laosan, let's have a contest, see who can take down this woman first."
The two women were isolated and helpless, just feeling hopeless, when suddenly they heard three hissing sounds. The three men in black shuddered, their eyes widened, and they collapsed limply. Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong screamed in unison. They saw that each of the three men had a wound on their back. A young man was bending down to pick something up by the bed, a long sword in his hand.
He was the one who had killed the three men. The young man went to pick up the clothes that Xiao Murong had thrown on the floor beside the bed. He got up to hand them to the two women, saying, "Girls, quickly put on your clothes and leave this inn as soon as possible. There are villains here..." He looked up and saw the two women, then suddenly cried out, "Ah!"
Upon seeing the man's face, Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong exclaimed in unison, one calling out, "It's you!" The other cried, "Senior Brother Wen!"
The young man who had come to their rescue was none other than Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan quickly threw his clothes onto the bed, turned around, and called out, "Hurry up and get dressed! There are many enemies outside!" Hua Xuan, suddenly encountering his senior brother, was both shy and delighted to be naked. Just as he was about to put on his clothes, the sound of the flute reached his ears, and his mind became in turmoil, making him reluctant to put them on.
Xiao Murong, watching Wen Yuan's back, felt her face burning. She stood there holding her clothes, stunned. Suddenly, the flute music rose higher, stirring her heartstrings, and she couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm."
The sounds of battle outside gradually subsided, and a man's voice came: "Brother Wen, what's wrong?" Wen Yuan took a deep breath and replied, "Brother Ren, my junior sister and Miss Murong are here." The man was clearly Ren Jianqing, who replied, "You've been tricked too?" Wen Yuan said, "Indeed." Ren Jianqing called out from afar, "Good, you protect the two young ladies and focus on playing the zither. Leave the rest of the hawk claws to me."
Wen Yuan turned around and saw that the two women were still naked. He quickly turned back and called out, "Junior sister, Miss Murong, put on your clothes!" Hua Xuan gasped for breath and said in a mournful voice, "Senior Brother Wen, I... I can't!"
Wen Yuan had an idea and said, "Alright, I'll deal with the flute player first." He sheathed his long sword, took the "Wenwu Seven-String Zither" from his back, sat down and played the strings. With a "zheng," the zither music was loud and clear, seemingly confronting the flute music.
The melodies of the zither and flute were completely different, intertwining and blending together. Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong felt a sense of relief, their hearts calming down and their romantic thoughts gradually subsiding. Wen Yuan channeled his inner energy into the strings, and the seven-stringed zither, both civil and martial, produced a resounding melody, its power vast and boundless. The tenderness in
the flute's sound was no longer as intense as before. The zither music seemed like a long dragon soaring through the misty clouds, making it difficult for the flute's sound to focus, and it gradually dissipated. Wen Yuan let out a long roar, and the zither's sound surged like a river, its power spreading across the land, completely drowning out the flute's sound. Wen Yuan put down the strings and stood up; the flute music had also stopped. Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly dressing.
They saw a man in his thirties, wearing a blue robe, with a short mustache and a stern face, holding an iron flute in his hand. Presumably, this was the one who played the flute. The man pointed his flute at Wen Yuan and shouted, "Who are you, daring to oppose me?" Wen Yuan stood up and said, "I am Wen Yuan, and I have no reputation in the martial arts world. I suppose it won't make a difference if I say anything." The man's eyes were filled with resentment as he shouted, "You've crossed the Imperial Mausoleum Sect! Do you think you can live?"
Before he finished speaking, he heard a whoosh of wind behind him. Knowing something was wrong, he dodged aside. Ren Jianqing had already entered the room and said with a smile, "Thank you for making way!" When the man saw Ren Jianqing enter, he knew that his subordinates had probably been dealt with. His eyes widened, and he shouted, "Ren, don't be so smug. Wait until Sect Leader Long comes to deal with you, and then we'll see if you can still cross our sect!" He waved his iron flute and darted out the window.
Ren Jianqing shouted, "Brother Wen, I'll leave everything here to you. I'm going after that bastard!" He dashed out and gave chase.
Hua Xuan and Xiao Murong got out of bed, and Wen Yuan put away his zither. Hua Xuan's heart pounded. "Senior Brother Wen, what brings you here? We've been looking for you all day!" she exclaimed. Wen Yuan replied, "Don't say anything more, let's get out of here first." The three of them left their room and went downstairs. Along the way, they saw fifty or sixty men in black lying dead, along with some waiters and customers from the inn. Bloodstains were everywhere.
The three of them reached the outskirts of the city and sat down under a willow tree before recounting what had happened earlier. After Ren Jianqing gave the zither to Wen Yuan, they talked for a while before mentioning their encounter with Hua Xuan. Wen Yuan and Ren Jianqing had searched everywhere but couldn't find Hua Xuan.
That night, the two of them stayed at the same inn as the women and heard the flute music. Both of them had deep internal strength and were knowledgeable in music theory, so at first they didn't think much of it. However, when they heard the flute music sounding strange, and then heard women moaning, they went out to investigate and suddenly saw a large group of men in black assaulting the women in the inn, with most of the men killing them. Ren Jianqing and Wen Yuan tried to stop them, but unexpectedly encountered the two women.
Hua Xuan asked, "That person mentioned the Imperial Tomb Sect, what is that?" Wen Yuan shook his head and said, "I don't know anything about that." Suddenly, Xiao Murong said, "I know, Huang Zhonggui is from the Imperial Tomb Sect." Wen Yuan was taken aback and said, "Miss Murong, you also know Huang Zhonggui?" Xiao Murong smiled and said, "My elder brother has fought him countless times, how could he not know?"

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