【Ten Scenic Spots Satin (Chapter 1)】

The vast wilderness stretched out before them, the setting sun hanging low over the western mountains, a patch of yellowish-green dry grass rippling in the wind.
The open fields of northern Shaanxi remained as peaceful as ever. A middle-aged man strolled through the grass, three children following behind, chatting and laughing, never stopping for a moment.
The man paced back and forth, stopping under a withered tree, and suddenly said, "Yuan'er, pick up a branch and practice a few sword moves with your senior brother." The three children, knowing it was time for practice, immediately responded. Two boys, around ten years old, replied in unison, "Yes!"
The younger boy picked up a long branch, his left hand forming a sword gesture, his movements surprisingly precise. The other boy stepped forward and exhaled. The two boys, having established their stances, immediately began sparring. The remaining child, a little girl of eight or nine, skipped and hopped to the man, blinked, and said, "Dad, is Brother Wen's technique the Compass Sword? It's really not very interesting." The man patted the little girl's head and smiled, "Xuan'er, don't talk nonsense. Be good and watch your senior brothers' moves carefully."
The boy holding the branch thrust and parried with very little force, yet his position was extremely stable. The other boy, with his left palm and right fist, had much greater strength, striking upwards and downwards, his fist and palm suddenly switching, changing opening and closing—it was a very high level of skill. After watching about ten moves, the man said, "Good, stop!"
The two boys finished their stances and ran to the man's side. The man took the branch and said, “Yuan’er, your move to stab the left shoulder just now wasn’t executed well. You should have turned the sword like this and stabbed like this… Yang’er, if you had punched the abdomen instead, your junior brother would have lost…”
The little boy listened attentively to his master’s instructions, while the little girl sat on the grass, looking up at her father as he talked and demonstrated, seemingly finding it very interesting. Until the sun had set and the moon was high in the sky, the four of them slowly left the grassland.
Thus, day after day, moon after moon, how much time had passed, and now only three people remained on the grassland. The two little boys had grown into spirited young men, and the girl behind them had blossomed into a beautiful young woman.
The three of them stopped under a tree standing alone in the wilderness. It was early summer, and the grass and trees were lush and verdant, the tree no longer a withered specimen. Under the tree was a solid stone, simply engraved with the five characters “Tomb of Hua Xuanqing.”
The young girl bowed to the stone tomb and said, "Father, we've come to see you again." She then untied a bag of rice wine and poured it all onto the stone. This girl was Hua Xuan, the only daughter of the person buried beneath the tomb. In the swaying shadows of the leaves, her features were exquisite, her figure graceful and elegant—truly a beautiful young woman.
The two young men were Hua Xuanqing's disciples. The elder brother, Xiang Yang, was twenty years old, with striking features and a dashing appearance. The younger brother, Wen Yuan, was only seventeen, two years older than Hua Xuan, and possessed a refined and elegant demeanor, resembling a scholar with no trace of martial arts training.
Wen Yuan bowed to the tomb and said, "Master, my fellow disciples, senior brothers, and junior sisters are about to set off today to use our master's skills to right wrongs. Please bless us, Master." Xiang Yang patted Wen Yuan on the shoulder and laughed, "Alright, alright, with your current skills, you don't need Master's blessing." He added, "We are all fellow disciples, each with our own strengths. However, what will become of us three figures in the martial arts world in the future? Nobody knows. Every year on this day, we will return here for a gathering and see who failed to carry on Master's teachings and eliminate evil. Then we will kowtow to Master three hundred and sixty-five times!"
Hua Xuan clapped his hands and laughed, "Senior Brother Xiang, is this your idea? Don't try to back out when you're dizzy from kowtowing!" Xiang Yang laughed heartily. Wen Yuan smiled and said, "Senior Brother's skills are the most impressive; it seems I'll be the one to kowtow." Xiang Yang laughed and said, "Nonsense, let's get going!"
The three left their old training ground and parted ways under the setting sun. This time, they entered the martial world, their future uncertain; they would meet again in a year!
Xiang Yang bid farewell to his junior brothers and sisters and headed east. He was naturally free-spirited and unconventional, and although he sometimes felt lonely, when the mood struck, he would drink, practice his fists, and intervene with his fists when he saw injustice. He had followed his master, Hua Xuanqing, the longest and had seen much. Along the way, he punched local tyrants and kicked corrupt officials, without suffering any losses. After all, his martial arts were extraordinary, and ordinary villains were no match for him.
One day, they arrived in Zhao County. The summer sun was blazing, and Xiang Yang casually found a pavilion to rest in, opened his wine pouch, and drank and enjoyed the scenery. Looking north, he saw a stone arch bridge spanning the river, its design quite elegant. He immediately asked a scholar-like man beside him, "Brother, this bridge is quite beautiful. What's it called again?" The scholar replied, "This is the Zhaozhou Bridge, built by Li Chun of the Sui Dynasty. Look, how well it's designed! It's thick at both ends and thin in the middle, with a gentle slope. It's convenient for carriages and horses to pass on, and boats can pass underneath without getting in the way. As for the stone arches at both ends, each has two arched openings. Do you know what that's called? It's called an open-shoulder arch. The advantage of this is..."
Seeing him nodding and talking incessantly, Xiang Yang laughed heartily and said, "You've certainly got a lot of tricks up your sleeve when it comes to building a bridge." Without listening to him any further, he stepped onto the stone bridge. The balustrades were carved with various subjects, some depicting landscapes and figures, others dragons, tigers, and mythical beasts. The balusters were also quite elaborate, with designs of coiled dragons, bamboo joints, and double pearls. Although he didn't understand them, he knew they were exquisite works of art.
After watching for a moment, just as they were about to descend the bridge, they suddenly heard the distant sound of galloping hooves. They heard shouts from the crowd: "The bandits are coming! The Third King of White Tiger Stronghold!" Everyone on and below the bridge paled, screaming and fleeing. Xiang Yang pulled away from the bridge, grabbed the scholar who was about to escape, and asked, "What is White Tiger Stronghold? Is it a den of mountain bandits in this area?" The scholar's teeth chattered, and he stammered, "Yes...yes..."
Xiang Yang laughed, "Look how scared you are! Fine, it is. You'd better run far away!" He released the scholar, whose legs went weak and he couldn't move for a moment. He stood there for a moment, then screamed and fled.
Xiang Yang stood in the middle of the bridge and saw a yellow mist approaching from afar. He thought, "Good! In broad daylight, such a large group of mountain bandits have come out of their den. Could White Tiger Stronghold really be so powerful?" A moment later, dozens of strong horses charged towards the bridge, their hooves thundering. Xiang Yang roared, "Which scoundrel is leading this? Stop right there!" His words, delivered with internal force, were clear, loud, and thunderous. The bandits shuddered and reined in their horses. Seeing only a young boy on the bridge, they cursed, "What kind of little bastard are you, shouting like that!" "Get out of my way!" "Get off the bridge, or I'll run you over!"
Xiang Yang ignored them. Seeing a fat man with a fierce face holding a disheveled woman, he pointed at him and said, "You're the third leader of White Tiger Stronghold?"
The fat man glared at him, his left hand groping the woman's body. "What? Which gang are you from?" he asked. He was experienced and knew the young man's shout revealed considerable internal strength, but confident in his own martial arts, he didn't take him seriously, focusing instead on fondling the woman in his arms. The woman wept softly, her shoulders heaving, too afraid to utter a sound.
Xiang Yang nodded and said, "Alright, put down all the looted valuables and women, and get back to your stronghold!" The third chieftain glared at him, angrily saying, "You brat..." Before he could finish his sentence, Xiang Yang had already leaped forward, his right palm striking out. The third chieftain casually parried, but unexpectedly, his wrist tightened. Xiang Yang transformed his palm into a claw, immediately seizing his wrist, and with a flick and a throw, a large body was sent flying into the river with a "plop," while the woman was already in Xiang Yang's arms.
Xiang Yang helped the woman sit against the bridge railing and laughed, "Don't be alarmed, young lady!" The woman seemed frightened and slumped down. Suddenly, a "splash" was heard, and the third chieftain had jumped back onto the bank, brandishing his two hammers, cursing, "Brothers, kill this little bastard together!" The bandits shouted loudly, dismounted, and drew their swords to attack.
The third chieftain's copper hammers flew up and down as he lunged at Xiang Yang. Xiang Yang saw it clearly, and with a swift movement, he swung his hands around the hammers. The Third Chieftain felt a tremendous force emanating from each of his hammers. Startled, the hammers collided with a loud clang. The impact sent numbness through his arms, causing the hammers to slip from his grasp and fall to the ground. Unexpectedly, Xiang Yang lightly tapped the ground with his right foot, deflecting the hammers and striking the Third Chieftain's feet squarely. The pain was so intense that the Third Chieftain cried out in agony, as if his bones had shattered.
Xiang Yang laughed heartily, his movements fluid and rapid, unleashing a flurry of slaps that landed over thirty times on the Third Chieftain's face. Fortunately, his face was originally fat, and now, whether it was swollen or not, it was hard to tell. Xiang Yang leaped forward, his palm strikes sending the bandits sprawling to the ground one by one, unable to dodge. Xiang Yang searched the bandits for their valuables, released the other captured women, and kicked steel knives and even a copper hammer weighing dozens of kilograms into the river as he went. The bandits lay on the ground, dumbfounded, when suddenly they heard Xiang Yang shout, "Get lost! In less than three days, I will raze White Tiger Stronghold to the ground. Go back and report!"
The bandits dared not linger, hastily mounting their horses in chaos. Some of the bandits, after being struck by his palm, even lost the strength to mount their horses, and the bandits fled in disarray.
Seeing the group of women, about twenty in number and disheveled, Xiang Yang asked, "Do you know how to get back to your villages?" One woman whispered, "Yes... it's in Zhoujia Village up ahead." Xiang Yang distributed the valuables to the women, letting them go home. The women, having escaped the bandits' clutches, thanked Xiang Yang profusely, supporting each other as they made their way home.
The woman captured by the third bandit leader remained sitting on the bridge. Xiang Yang approached to check on her and saw her biting her lip, trembling. Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Girl, what's wrong? Come, stand up." He extended his right hand. The woman looked up at Xiang Yang. Xiang Yang then clearly saw her features: she appeared to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with deep-set eyes, cherry lips, a delicate nose, and a slender figure. Having been captured by the bandits, she was extremely exhausted, making her all the more pitiful. She had been huddled by the railing, but seeing Xiang Yang's gentle expression, devoid of any fierceness, she timidly stood up, leaning against the railing, but didn't take his hand.
Xiang Yang said, "Why aren't you going back with them?" The girl clutched her disheveled clothes, stammering, "I...I'm not from around here. May I ask your name, benefactor?" Xiang Yang smiled slightly, "My name is Xiang Yang. May I ask your name, young lady?" The girl blushed and answered softly, "My surname is Zhao...my given name is Wan Yan." Xiang Yang said, "Don't call me benefactor, it sounds awkward. Where are you from, Miss Zhao? If you don't know how to get back, I can help you." Zhao Wan Yan blushed and stammered, "Well...no...I live in Luoyang. I...I can get back by myself, no need for you to trouble yourself, Young Master Xiang..." Unexpectedly, as soon as she left the railing, she felt weak all over, lost her footing, and fell into Xiang Yang's arms. Zhao Wan Yan cried out softly, overwhelmed with shame, and fainted.
Knowing she was still shaken and exhausted, Xiang Yang let her rest against a pine tree by the bridge while he sat beside her to care for her, feeling as if he were looking after his junior sister Hua Xuan when she was sick as a child.
He examined her closely and noticed that although Zhao Wanyan's clothes were disheveled and somewhat damaged, the fabric was clearly of high quality, unlike the coarse cloth of the village girls. Through the holes in her dress, she revealed translucent skin, and as the wind blew, her breasts could be vaguely seen rising and falling with her rapid breathing. Xiang Yang's heart stirred as he gazed at her beautiful face; her dark hair, though disheveled, still exuded elegance. "Could Miss Zhao be a young lady from a wealthy family?" Xiang Yang wondered to himself, but didn't dwell on it.
The sky gradually darkened. Seeing the evening breeze picking up and the air growing cooler, Xiang Yang took off his outer garment and covered Zhao Wanyan with it. Just then, Zhao Wanyan slowly woke up and saw Xiang Yang undressing. Startled, she cried out, "Ah... what are you doing?" Xiang Yang was taken aback and turned to look at Zhao Wanyan. Zhao Wanyan looked panicked, her delicate body shrinking back, her face flushed as she said, "You... why are you taking off your clothes..."
Xiang Yang chuckled, thinking, "This girl is really suspicious." Suddenly, a mischievous idea popped into his head. He coughed and said, "Because... I want to do this!" With that, he moved swiftly, closing in on Zhao Wanyan and pressing his hands against her small shoulders. Zhao Wanyan cried out in surprise, but she couldn't move. Seeing Xiang Yang with only a cloth shirt on his upper body, so close to her, she felt both ashamed and flustered, her clear eyes flashing with fear.
Seeing Zhao Wanyan's expression, Xiang Yang couldn't help but laugh. He withdrew his hands and instead draped his outer robe over her, immediately putting his hands behind his back. His face was extremely serious as he said, "That's how it is." Zhao Wanyan was stunned for a moment, but then she understood. She thought to herself, "I've been asleep for so long. If he really wanted to... to do that kind of thing to me, he wouldn't have waited until now..." Thinking of this, her face involuntarily flushed, and she whispered, "Aren't you... aren't you cold?" Xiang Yang said, "It's alright. We'll get to the town ahead..." " We'll buy more then. It's quite far from Luoyang here; we should find a place to stay first."
Zhao Wanyan lowered her head, fiddling with the hem of her clothes, and whispered, "No... I'm going to the capital." Xiang Yang nodded and said, "Alright, that's much closer. Let's go!" Zhao Wanyan exclaimed softly, "Ah, you..." Xiang Yang said, "Of course I'll escort you, Miss. Wouldn't it be dangerous for you to travel alone?" Zhao Wanyan felt very shy, and her voice became even lower, "But... you... I..."
Suddenly, Xiang Yang let out a long roar, the sound reaching all directions, and the river seemed to surge with it. Zhao Wanyan was startled and said, "What's wrong?" Xiang Yang stopped and smiled, saying, "What's wrong with you now? Do you want me to open my ears to hear you speak? Speaking so softly is so uncomfortable!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanyan couldn't help but chuckle and said loudly, "Okay! Then I'll... I'll..." She could only manage a few words before feeling embarrassed and lowering her voice again, appearing very shy. Seeing her first smile, as warm as spring flowers in bloom, delicate and elegant, Xiang Yang was momentarily captivated. Composing himself, he said, "It's getting dark, let's go!"
Zhao Wanyan suddenly said, "Wait a minute..."
Xiang Yang turned around and asked, "What is it?" Zhao Wanyan pursed her lips, hesitating, before finally saying, "I...we shouldn't stay at the village inn, let's stay here tonight...okay?"
Xiang Yang was greatly surprised and asked, "Why is that?" Zhao Wanyan blushed and said, "There might be some people in the village looking for me..." Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Miss Zhao, are you worried about those bandits? Don't worry, even if there are ten times more, I, Xiang, can handle them just as well."
Zhao Wanyan quickly shook her head, saying, "It's not them...I...I just don't want to be found by those people..." Xiang Yang was surprised .
Seeing Zhao Wanyan's delicate brows furrowed slightly, as if she didn't know how to phrase it, he said, "If you have something difficult to say, I won't ask. What's wrong with not staying at an inn? I'm just afraid you won't be comfortable sleeping in the wilderness." Zhao Wanyan's face lit up with joy, her dimples appearing slightly. She said softly, "Thank you so much, Young Master Xiang." Then she blushed again and whispered, "I need to ask Young Master Xiang for another favor..." Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Please, speak freely."
Zhao Wanyan's face turned completely red. She clasped her hands tightly together, turned her head down, and whispered, "Please... please, Young Master Xiang, look around to see if anyone is there... I... I want to... I want to take a bath in the river..." She didn't dare to look up at all, her fingers twisting together, appearing both shy and uneasy.
Xiang Yang laughed heartily, channeled his inner strength, and used his lightness skill to leap across the bridge and through the forest. He glanced around, swiftly circling back to his original spot, and said, "There are people, but only two: you, young lady, and myself. What should we do?"
Zhao Wanyan's heart pounded. She whispered, "Thank you, Young Master Xiang… um… you…" Xiang Yang clapped his hands and said, "That's it. I'll just take a nap behind the bridge pier. I absolutely won't peek at you." Zhao Wanyan hummed in agreement, then said, "It's best… best not to sleep. What if someone comes? I… I…" Xiang Yang smiled and said, "Alright, I'll go stand guard." He strode away, wading into the river and standing on the other side of the bridge.
Zhao Wanyan watched his retreating figure, suddenly feeling a flush on her face. She thought to herself, "I'm afraid someone might peek, but why am I not worried about him assaulting me?"
She walked slowly to the riverbank, her mind a jumble of thoughts. The thought of a dashing man on the other side of the bridge, while she bathed here, filled her with increasing shyness, yet also a strange sense of relief. She felt he was bright and cheerful, and there was no need for her to be wary. Lost in thought, she gently removed Xiang Yang's outer robe and untied her tattered silk shirt, revealing a beauty rarely seen in the world, like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis… Xiang Yang, on the other side of the bridge pier, couldn't see what was happening in the river, but thanks to his superior inner strength, he could hear everything clearly. He heard the rustling of clothes being removed, the sound of feet stepping in the shallow water, and the splashing sounds of water being scooped up, occasionally punctuated by a soft, melodious laugh. He didn't know what lay beyond the bridge, yet his heart pounded, his head held high.
Xiang Yang took a deep breath, exhaled sharply, calming himself slightly, when suddenly he heard Zhao Wanyan cry out in surprise. He was startled, thinking, "Could someone have come without my noticing!" His mind raced, and he leaped up, instantly crossing the bridge. He was about to shoo away the intruder when he froze.
Under the half-moon's glow, the moonlight cast a shadow on Zhao Wanyan's side, highlighting her slender figure, graceful and elegant. Her skin, like soft white jade, seemed to blend seamlessly with the moonlight. What was that exclamation about? It wasn't anyone trespassing, but a golden koi leaping from the river's surface, rising right in front of her. Xiang Yang reacted swiftly, witnessing this scene. This golden koi was exceptionally beautiful, yet even it couldn't match the exquisite, flawless, and ethereal beauty of Zhao Wanyan's body. With a leap, the koi's body gently glided over her shapely breasts, giving a slight bounce. Its tail created an arc of water, splashing it all over Zhao Wanyan. Already soaked, she seemed draped in fine crystals. With a splash, the koi returned to the water.
Zhao Wanyan gently touched her chest with her left hand, bent over and looked into the water. Her once disheveled long hair was now as smooth as silk, flowing freely, creating ripples on the water. The golden carp had already swum away. A smile appeared on Zhao Wanyan's face as she murmured to herself, "Such beautiful carp, this is the first time I've ever seen one..." Suddenly, she felt a figure beside her. Turning her head, she saw Xiang Yang had crossed the bridge and was staring at her in a daze.
"Ah!" Zhao Wanyan was both surprised and embarrassed. She covered her chest with her hands and quickly hid in the water, only her head remaining above the surface. Xiang Yang snapped out of his daze and cried out, "I'm so sorry!" He quickly climbed back behind the bridge, catching his breath. He was still lost in his own world, the beautiful scene from just now deeply imprinted in his mind, something he feared he would never forget for the rest of his life. Although he was also straightforward and forthright with women, he was extremely respectful. He had never seen a naked girl before, let alone such a beautiful one. He didn't know how Zhao Wanyan would react, thinking, "Whether she hits or scolds me, it's my own fault. I rushed out without understanding the situation, causing her unnecessary embarrassment." He couldn't help but think of her in the water, and felt flustered and uneasy. He struck out twice, leaving handprints on the stone bridge pier. He didn't even notice that the bridge was a work of art.
Some time passed, and Xiang Yang heard Zhao Wanyan calling, "Young Master Xiang, Young Master Xiang..." He stepped off the bridge and saw that Zhao Wanyan had already put on his robe. Her own upper garments were washed clean, but not dry, and hung on a small tree. The large men's robe and long skirt looked quite amusing. Normally, Xiang Yang would have laughed out loud, but the atmosphere was too awkward, and neither of them could speak. Zhao Wanyan's skin was as bright as the moon, her face as red as frost-covered maple leaves. She pursed her lips, fidgeted with the hem of her dress, overcome with shyness. Just moments before, with Xiang Yang not present, she had managed to call out "Young Master Xiang" several times, but now she couldn't utter a single word.
Suddenly, Xiang Yang asked, "Miss Zhao, how old are you this year?" Zhao Wanyan was startled, lowered her head, and gestured with her fingers to indicate eighteen. Her heart pounded, wondering why he was asking.
Suddenly, a series of slaps rang out. Xiang Yang's right hand moved rapidly, back and forth, slapping himself thirty-six times in one go. Zhao Wanyan was shocked and cried out, "What are you doing?" Xiang Yang said, "I am utterly ashamed! You asked me to look around, but I actually saw your body. Your parents raised you for eighteen years; these thirty-six slaps are my apology to them."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanyan smiled shyly and said, "What apology do you have to my parents? You...you didn't see their bodies." Xiang Yang clapped his hands and said, "Exactly! I should apologize to you again." He raised his hand to strike again. Zhao Wanyan quickly grabbed his hand and said, "Enough, don't hit me!" Xiang Yang felt her soft hands, and his wrist was gripped by her two small hands. He couldn't help but be moved and couldn't bring himself to hit her. He glanced at her. Zhao Wanyan's cheeks flushed red, and she released his hand and ran away.
Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the night sky. He had only ever known one female disciple since childhood, but Hua Xuan was lively and cheerful, and usually spent most of her time playing with her junior brother Wen Yuan, so their relationship was purely that of senior and junior siblings. Now, encountering this shy Miss Zhao, he felt increasingly at a loss, a strange feeling indeed.
Just then, Zhao Wanyan returned, handing him a damp handkerchief and whispering, "Wipe your face? Will it hurt?" Xiang Yang took the handkerchief, which seemed to have a faint fragrance, and smiled, "It's deserved to hurt; it's called 'getting what you deserve.'" Zhao Wanyan sighed softly, saying, "Alas… I didn't say I blamed you, why did you have to hit me so quickly?" Xiang Yang asked curiously, "Why didn't you blame me?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanyan immediately became even more shy, clasping her hands tightly together and turning her head away. Xiang Yang seemed to understand something and took a few steps closer. Zhao Wanyan involuntarily took a few steps back, when suddenly she was stopped behind her by a small tree where she was hanging clothes. Zhao Wanyan gasped softly. Xiang Yang had already walked up to her. She lowered her head and said, "Don't...don't come any closer! I...I..."
Xiang Yang was already feeling flustered and trembling. Hearing her soft voice, he couldn't help but reach out and gently embrace Zhao Wanyan. He whispered, "Miss Zhao, if you agree, I'm thinking of sending you back to Luoyang after we get to the capital."
Hearing him say this, Zhao Wanyan felt both shy and happy. She whispered, "I...I already promised...those bandits have been unfaithful to me...I was afraid you wouldn't like it...that's why..." As she spoke, she pointed to the river, then to the clothes on the tree, and lowered her head again.
Xiang Yang gently held Zhao Wanyan, smiling slightly, "Yes, now you're clean and tidy, you don't need to be afraid of those villains anymore." Zhao Wanyan raised her head, her expression both shy and excited, and softly said, "Young Master Xiang, you...you saved me, and you treated me so well...you saw me again...I..." She paused, as if making a great decision, and whispered, "If it weren't for you, who else could...could...um..." She felt it was too shameful for a girl to say such things, and finally couldn't continue, but the meaning was obvious. Without further consideration, Xiang Yang tightly embraced the beauty in his arms and kissed her lips.
"Ah..." Zhao Wanyan's soft exclamation was cut short as her pink lips were sealed, her starry eyes slightly opened, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. For a moment, she felt her limbs warm and limp, unable to exert any strength. Only after the kiss ended did she slowly open her eyes, her eyes slightly moist.
Xiang Yang gently laid Zhao Wanyan down on the grass, carefully untying the belt of her robe as if handling a precious gem, afraid of even the slightest damage. He pulled the robe open, gently sliding it to the sides, revealing her fair skin. Zhao Wanyan let out a soft "Ah," her delicate breasts swaying slightly with unease.
"Miss Zhao...?" Xiang Yang stopped, pulling the robe down to her shoulders, gazing intently at Zhao Wanyan. Zhao Wanyan lay weakly, turning her flushed face away, slightly relaxing her hands. Xiang Yang supported her back with his right hand, extending his left arm to let the robe slide down her shoulders, through her arms, and onto the grass.
Now, Zhao Wanyan's upper body was completely exposed. Unable to suppress the overwhelming shame, Zhao Wanyan covered half her pretty face with her right hand.
"Ah... I'm so embarrassed..." Zhao Wanyan dared not look at Xiang Yang, closing her eyes again. Even so, she still felt the evening breeze between her legs, as her long skirt had been gently removed. Zhao Wanyan asked softly, "What...what am I still wearing?" Xiang Yang gently kissed her ear and chuckled, "Nothing at all!" Zhao Wanyan made a soft "Mmm," her lips pressed tightly together, her whole body instantly tensing, letting out a soft, delicate breath, still afraid to open her eyes. Until she felt as if something was pressing down on her body, knowing that the time had finally come, she groggily opened her eyes, and Xiang Yang was already on top of her, giving her a reassuring smile.
A naked young couple stood amidst the lush green grass. Zhao Wanyan struggled to suppress her shyness, whispering, "Young Master Xiang... please... um... be careful..." She immediately felt ashamed of her choice of words. The word "careful" seemed utterly inappropriate for the situation.
Xiang Yang smiled and said, "A young lady of noble birth, how could you not be careful?" Zhao Wanyan felt a surge of sweetness and asked, "You... will you still call me 'young lady'?" Xiang Yang gently stroked her hair and smiled, "No more. From now on, I'll just call you Wanyan, Wanyan..." "Um... ahh..." Zhao Wanyan felt his caresses, from her hair to her shoulders, breasts, fingers, and lower abdomen... her tender body underwent unprecedented stimulation, her snow-white skin gradually turning a pale pink as her breathing increased.
Xiang Yang's understanding of matters between men and women wasn't much different from Zhao Wanyan's; both were experiencing love for the first time. However, Zhao Wanyan was far too shy, making Xiang Yang feel he had to guide everything, tenderly caressing every inch of skin he touched. These hands, once fierce and devastating, were now filled with gentle affection. Xiang Yang cautiously elicited Zhao Wanyan's continuous moans and soft gasps, his right hand gradually sliding between her long, slender legs, tentatively exploring the girl's most private parts.
"Mmm..." Zhao Wanyan sensitively clamped her legs together, revealing a plaintive expression. "Don't be afraid..." Xiang Yang softly comforted her, yet his own heart couldn't help but flutter. With a slight exertion, he spread Zhao Wanyan's legs a few inches apart, revealing a patch of sparse, wet pubic hair, which looked exceptionally beautiful in the moonlight. Xiang Yang composed himself and leaned forward.
"Uh... umm...!" Zhao Wanyan was flustered and ashamed at the sight of a man's penis for the first time, unsure how to react. Seeing Xiang Yang slowly thrusting towards her vulva, she couldn't help but let out a flustered moan. Xiang Yang kissed her, pressing down on her aroused body, and slowly advanced inside.
As Xiang Yang penetrated deeper, Zhao Wanyan's expression became even more chaotic. "Ahhh—! Ah..." With a high-pitched cry, the two were tightly joined together. Xiang Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao Wanyan's hazy eyes revealed an innocent expression, while she let out a weak gasp: "Are we starting...?"
Xiang Yang nodded and began to slowly thrust. At first, Zhao Wanyan managed to suppress her moans, but when Xiang Yang's fingers brushed against her cherry lips, a surge of pleasure seemed to rush through her body, and she could no longer maintain her last shred of restraint.
"Ugh... ahhh... ah, ahhh—!" The moonlight hid behind the clouds, but the two on the ground reached their most splendid moment.
As everything calmed down, Xiang Yang draped a long robe over Zhao Wanyan and let her sit in his lap. Zhao Wanyan looked at the fallen petals among the grass, recalling the scene just now, her pretty face still flushed.
Xiang Yang whispered, "Wanyan!" Zhao Wanyan turned her head to look up, a faint smile on her face. Xiang Yang asked, "Aren't you too tired? Did I hurt you just now?" Zhao Wanyan chuckled softly, "It's alright." She then lowered her head and thought for a moment, saying, "Brother Xiang, we did this ourselves, we can't... we can't let our parents know first." Xiang Yang smiled and said, "That's right, I should think of a way to prepare a betrothal gift, right? It's a pity I have no family or job, so I'll have to put in some effort." Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "No need, Father has always been afraid that I won't marry. I chose this myself... how could it be bad?" Xiang Yang smiled and said, "You'll know when I suddenly become naughty." Zhao Wanyan smiled and said, "You won't."
Suddenly, Xiang Yang swept Zhao Wanyan up in his arms and laughed, "How about I show you how naughty I am?" He then kissed her breasts. Although Zhao Wanyan had already experienced lovemaking, she still remained shy, struggling to laugh as she said, "Stop fooling around!"
Suddenly, a shout came from afar, yelling, "Shameless scoundrel, release our young lady!" Xiang Yang was startled, looking up to see three men rushing towards him, their steps swift, clearly skilled in martial arts. The three arrived in the blink of an eye, shouting in unison, "You scoundrel, prepare to die!" The three unleashed six palm strikes, all at once, with extremely fierce power.
Zhao Wanyan was shocked and cried out, "Stop, you three! He's not..."
Xiang Yang didn't wait for Zhao Wanyan to explain herself. He pulled her behind him with his left hand, shielding her, and with his right hand in a palm strike, he shouted, "Six palms against one! One move is enough!" This palm strike was his master's secret technique, the "Nine Thunder Palm," named after the thunder drum used by the Yellow Emperor in his battle against Chiyou. Legend has it that the sound of this drum shook the heavens and reached five hundred miles. Nine consecutive strikes of the drum greatly boosted the morale of the Yellow Emperor's army, leading to a single victory over Chiyou. The "Nine Thunder Palms" technique, when unleashed, was fierce and powerful, truly invincible and unparalleled in its strength.
The three men's six-palm combo was their most formidable killing move, fast and fierce, and should have been foolproof. Unexpectedly, Xiang Yang's palm strike immediately countered the force of two of their own, and the follow-through of the thunder palm broke through two more. The remaining two palm strikes, before reaching their opponents, were shattered by the momentum of the third thunder palm strike. One palm strike with three forces completely neutralized the three men's signature moves. While the three men were still in shock, a fourth thunder palm strike arose. Caught off guard, they simultaneously bore the brunt of this immense force, staggering back several steps, losing their footing, and falling to the ground. They felt their breath stagnate and could barely move, their faces turning ashen.
Xiang Yang laughed heartily and turned to Zhao Wanyan, saying, "They're the ones who came looking for you?" Zhao Wanyan nodded and said, "Yes, but I… ah, be careful!" Her tone suddenly turned gravely as she said the last two words. Xiang Yang suddenly felt a chill run down his neck. Startled, he darted back and immediately looked around. Sure enough, a flash of sword light appeared before him, wielded by a middle-aged Taoist priest. Had he reacted any slower, his head would have been severed.
The Taoist priest exclaimed, "You wicked villain, you've got some skill!" Before the word "skill" had even finished, the sword light shifted rapidly, becoming chaotic and vast. A long sword seemed to transform into a large patch of blue-white mist, instantly enveloping Xiang Yang within a four-foot radius and slicing away from Zhao Wanyan. Seeing the sword light so intense that it even obscured the Taoist priest's figure, Xiang Yang, suddenly faced with a formidable enemy after his blissful encounter, was invigorated. He let out a thunderous roar and unleashed his Nine Thunder Palm strike from afar, like a thunderclap. With a clang, the strike shattered the rapidly wielding long sword in two, the broken pieces flying into the air.

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