[Wuxia Time Travel] The Alluring Beauty of the Heavenly Sword (Complete) - 8

Chapter 75 Two Beauties in One Painting

Zhang Wuji left Green Willow Manor and went straight to where the Ming Cult members were resting. Fortunately, he arrived in time; no one had died from the poison. Zhang Wuji gave everyone the antidote, and they quickly regained their strength.

Zhang Wuji sighed, "We've been on guard everywhere. I should be able to tell if there's poison in the food and drink. Who knew that Miss Zhao's scheming was so unbelievable? This daffodil-like flower is called 'Drunken Immortal Lotus,' and although it's extremely rare, it's not poisonous." "This fake Heaven-Reliant Sword is made of 'strange scaly wood' from the seabed. It is not poisonous on its own, but when these two fragrances are mixed together, it becomes a deadly poison."

Zhou Dian slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "It's all my fault! Why did I have to get itchy and pull out this Heaven-Reliant Sword to see what the hell it is?"

Zhang Wuji said, "Since she is so determined to frame you, even if you don't draw your sword, Brother Zhou, she will send someone to draw it and poison it. There's no way to prevent that."

Zhou Dian said, "Let's go! Let's set Green Willow Manor on fire!"

As soon as he said that, black smoke rose into the sky from the road they came from, and red flames flickered. Green Willow Manor was on fire.

The assembled heroes exchanged bewildered glances, speechless, all thinking the same thing: "This Miss Zhao is always one step ahead of us. She anticipated that after we were cured of the poison, she would burn down our manor, so she set it on fire first. Although she is young and a woman, she is a formidable opponent."

Zhou Dian slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "So what if she burned down the manor? Let's go and hunt her down!"

Yang Xiao said, "Since she even burned down the manor, she must have been prepared for everything. I doubt we can catch up."

Zhang Wuji knew very well that Zhao Min had burned down the manor to go to Shaolin. Remembering his bet with Zhao Min, Zhang Wuji never expected it would bring such a bloody storm to the martial arts world. He even regretted making the bet with Zhao Min.

Along the way, the group discussed Zhao Min's background, but no one could figure out her identity. Zhang Wuji concealed the details of their falling into the trap, his rape of her, and his bet with her to escape. Although he felt no guilt, he found it difficult to discuss in public.

That night, the group found lodging at inns, while others stayed at temples and ancestral halls.

Xiao Zhao poured water for Zhang Wuji's face and brought it to his room. Zhang Wuji said, "Xiao Zhao, you've done such a great service today. You won't have to do these lowly maidservants anymore. Besides, everyone already knows you're the leader's wife!"

Xiao Zhao smiled sweetly and said, "I'm very happy to serve you. How can it be considered lowly service?" After he finished washing, she took out the golden box, a gift from Zhao Min, which she hadn't opened yet. At this moment, Xiao Zhao asked, "I wonder if there are any poisonous insects, poisons, poisoned arrows, or hidden weapons hidden in the box?"

Zhang Wuji replied, "Indeed, we should be careful." He placed the box on the table, pulled her away, took out a copper coin, and tossed it. With a clink, it hit the edge of the gold box, causing the lid to pop open, but nothing unusual happened. When he approached, he saw that the box contained a pearl flower, still trembling slightly. It was the very flower he had plucked from Zhao Min's hair; the two large pearls that Zhao Min had removed had been re-threaded onto the gold thread.

Zhang Wuji was stunned, unable to fathom Zhao Min's intentions.

Xiao Zhao smiled and said, "Husband, this Miss Zhao is so kind to you, sending someone to give you such a precious pearl hairpin."

Zhang Wuji said, "I'm a man, what use do I have for such jewelry from girls? Xiao Zhao, you can wear it."

Xiao Zhao shook her head repeatedly and laughed, "How can I accept that? She's so devoted to you, how can I dare to take it?"

"What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine? Do we need to distinguish between us?" Zhang Wuji held the pearl hairpin with three fingers of his left hand and laughed, "Here!" He tossed the pearl hairpin, the gesture neither too light nor too heavy, and it landed perfectly in Xiao Zhao's hair, but the gold needle beneath it didn't touch her skin.

Xiao Zhao reached out to pick it, but Zhang Wuji shook his head, saying, "Can't I even give you a little toy?"

Xiao Zhao's cheeks flushed, and she whispered, "Thank you so much. I'm just afraid Miss will be angry if she sees it."

Zhang Wuji said, "You've done such a great thing today, how could Yang Zuoshi and his daughter still have any suspicions about you?"

Xiao Zhao was overjoyed and said, "When I saw you hadn't returned for a long time, I was so anxious. Then I saw the Tartars attacking, and I don't know why, but I suddenly mustered up the courage to shout. Thinking about it now, I was really scared. Young master, please tell the gentlemen of the Five Elements Banner and the Heavenly Eagle Banner that I acted boldly and recklessly, and ask them not to be offended."

Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "They'll be thanking you, how could they be offended?"

"That's good, I was just worried that I was meddling!" Xiao Zhao said, bowing her head.

Seeing her shy demeanor, Zhang Wuji found her exceptionally charming. His mind went blank for a moment, and his lower body reacted instantly…

He felt that Xiao Zhao was particularly radiant and beautiful today. Her eyebrows were like painted paintings, her nose delicate, her lips sensual, her face exquisite, her skin smooth and white, her figure slender and well-proportioned, with a slender waist, rounded hips, and high, firm breasts. She possessed both the beauty of a woman and the charm of a young woman. Today, she wore a pink silk gauze bodycon dress, which, perhaps changed into after a bath, became almost transparent under the light. Her alluring, perky breasts were high and firm, and under the cover of a white inner lining, only two orange, nearly transparent bralettes could be vaguely seen tightly encasing her full breasts, the areolas protruding as two small dots against the fabric.

The strapless bra couldn't completely conceal her ample breasts; pale pink areolas peeked from the edges of the high-end silk embroidered bra, revealing a deep cleavage. With a slight twist of her waist, her fair breasts were half-exposed.

Xiao Zhao's round, pert buttocks and slender, delicate legs were accentuated by the low neckline of her semi-transparent pink silk gauze bodycon dress, revealing a large expanse of snow-white, tender skin and a deep, alluring cleavage. This highlighted her stunningly beautiful face—willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a delicate nose, and peach-blossom cheeks—her slightly full, red lips adding to her sensuality. Her

full, high breasts strained against the dress, the deep cleavage arousing imagination. Her slender waist, plump hips, and curvaceous figure—the captivating transformation from a pure and innocent young girl into a mature and alluring woman—made Zhang Wuji's mouth dry, and he couldn't help but recall the passion of his "spear" against Zhao Min earlier that day.

Xiao Zhao, currently focused on washing Zhang Wuji's feet, had her back to him. Her well-tailored clothes tightly hugged her exquisite, voluptuous, and alluring figure. A faint triangular mark was visible beneath the thin pink dress, likely from when she carelessly pulled up her silk panties after Zhang Wuji's earlier touch. She bent down, revealing her snow-white, full, and rounded buttocks, revealing without any attempt to conceal the smooth, snow-white flesh beneath her pink dress, tightly encased in sexy silk panties.

The untied silk panties tickled the tender flesh between her legs, making Xiao Zhao feel uncomfortable. With a soft, pouting sound, she reached out and lifted her dress, slipping a finger inside. The hem of her trousers stretched slightly downwards, gently swaying as she revealed two soft, firm, white buttocks. Her delicate hand lightly brushed against her lower body before she slowly lowered the rolled-up pink dress, her slender waist swaying gently.

In that instant, Zhang Wuji suddenly felt a rush of heat to his head, his heart pounding uncontrollably. His vision blurred with a white, tender, and slippery flesh.

As Xiao Zhao coquettishly wiped away the glistening, sticky vaginal fluid from her sexy silk trousers, her fingers covered in the unique liquid of a woman's private parts, unsure how to clean herself, Zhang Wuji felt a surge of heat rush to his lower body…

stimulating, sensual, hot, fiery, provocative, and lustful. The sight was filled with endless allure. Those white, delicate, smooth, snow-white, pert buttocks swayed gently, seemingly begging, pleading, yearning for his force, his strength, his roughness. And the disheveled, sexy stockings on those round, slender, plump, and luscious legs constantly ignited the rising desire within him, stimulating the boiling primal instincts within his blood.

With a "whoosh," Zhang Wuji, panting heavily, lunged forward, reaching out to tightly embrace Xiao Zhao from behind, who had cried out in surprise.

His heavy, hot breath, accompanied by the strong, distinctive scent of a man's body, filled Xiao Zhao's delicate nose—the scent of desire. The school beauty, Xiao Zhao, lost in passion, thought to herself.

Xiao Zhao felt a mixture of shame and embarrassment; her beautiful, radiant face flushed crimson, her cheeks glowing with an incomparable allure. She knew that Zhang Wuji had undoubtedly seen her shameful actions.

His breathing quickened, Zhang Wuji's body swelled with yang energy, feeling a throbbing pain in his lower body as if it were about to burst. He disregarded everything else, hastily unbuttoning his clothes and reaching inside Xiao Zhao's garment. Through her sexy silk bra, he vigorously kneaded her two round, plump, soft, pink breasts, enjoying her coquettish moans and overflowing desire.

Zhang Wuji could no longer resist such a blood-pumping temptation. With a swift movement, he flipped up the pink dress, reaching out to pull down Xiao Zhao's recently adjusted sexy silk panties.

"Ah! No…don't…" Xiao Zhao struggled gently, trying to stop Zhang Wuji's actions, but her long, slender, snow-white legs were weak and powerless, unable to move even half a step.

In the enclosed space of the room, the shy Xiao Zhao, like Zhang Wuji, felt the excitement brought on by this stimulation.

Zhang Wuji's lips pressed tightly against her soft, moist cherry-like mouth. Xiao Zhao initially resisted, fidgeting, but his nimble tongue parted her teeth, sliding into her fragrant mouth, swirling and swirling, sucking and swallowing. Soon, she was overwhelmed with passion, unable to control herself, tightly embracing his powerful body, passionately returning the kiss.

In the prime of youth, experiencing their first taste of pleasure, desire surged. While her desire wasn't as vigorous as that of a mature woman in her thirties or forties, it was still formidable. Once aroused, it was like a dormant volcano awakening, ready to erupt at any moment. Xiao Zhao passionately and wildly sucked on Zhang Wuji's nimble tongue, their lips and tongues intertwining, saliva flowing freely.

Zhang Wuji's right hand, through her pink dress, caressed, kneaded, and squeezed Xiao Zhao's high, firm breasts. The thin, sexy silk bra couldn't conceal their round, full, and firm shape, brimming with elasticity.

Xiao Zhao's pretty face flushed, her eyes were languid, and she breathed heavily, moaning softly. Moaning softly, she clearly felt Zhang Wuji's burning hand slowly moving downwards, lifting her black dress and slipping between her shapely, long legs, caressing the inside of her snow-white, smooth thighs. Then, through the sheer flesh-colored stockings, it directly kneaded and caressed her private parts, the moist crevice of her vulva.

"Ah! No, husband..." Xiao Zhao grabbed Zhang Wuji's hand again, stopping his further actions, and pleaded in a soft voice, "Husband, let's finish what we need to do first! You... haven't eaten anything yet!"

"What could be better than the wedding night between husband and wife?" Zhang Wuji chuckled wickedly, a teasing glint in his eyes. He held Xiao Zhao's soft, mature body tightly in his arms, lowered his head to her delicate ear, and whispered, "Hehe, Sister Xiao Zhao, I don't want to eat anything right now, I just want to drink milk."

Xiao Zhao was taken aback, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion. When she saw Zhang Wuji's lecherous gaze unabashedly fixed on her high, full breasts, she finally understood his true intentions. She lightly smacked her lips, but pretended not to understand, asking, "The Milk Inn has milk, you can drink as much as you want." As she spoke, she felt Zhang Wuji's hot breath on her pink earlobe and white neck, making her even more flustered, shy, and weak.

“Xiao Zhao, I don’t want to drink the inn’s milk.” Zhang Wuji’s strong left arm tightly embraced Xiao Zhao’s soft, boneless body, his right hand gently stroking her smooth, silky black hair. His burning lips nibbled at her soft, white earlobe as he teased, “I want to drink fresh milk, your milk.”

Although Xiao Zhao knew what he meant, hearing him say it so bluntly was a different matter. She blushed deeply, her jade-like face and neck turning crimson. She said coquettishly, “Husband, you’re such a lecherous wolf! I don’t have… I don’t have that for you to eat…”

Her body was held tightly in Zhang Wuji’s arms, her mind intoxicated by his intense masculine scent. Her heart was in turmoil, yet she didn’t want to push away this wicked wolf.

“Xiao Zhao, just say yes!” Zhang Wuji gently nibbled at Xiao Zhao’s soft, delicate earlobe, his right hand forcefully stroking her plump, fleshy, and snow-white buttocks.

Xiao Zhao's delicate body trembled, her lips uttering repeated moans. Her earlobe was one of her most sensitive erogenous zones, and now Zhang Wuji was sucking on it so brazenly. The sucking, licking, and biting immediately made her weak and powerless. Her lips parted slightly, about to say something defiantly.

"Mmm... um..." Before she could utter a word, Xiao Zhao was once again skillfully bitten and sucked by Zhang Wuji. The sucking on her soft earlobe made her body go limp, weak and powerless, clinging to him, barely able to speak.

Xiao Zhao closed her beautiful eyes in blissful pleasure, her fragrant lips slightly parted, enjoying the intense pleasure brought by Zhang Wuji's invasion of her tender earlobe.

When she felt Zhang Wuji release her reddened, burning earlobe, Xiao Zhao opened her eyes and saw his face aggressively pressing towards her.

A passionate kiss, a burning tongue, sweet saliva, a slippery mouth.

Lips and tongues intertwined, sucking. The kisses were passionate and intense, a lingering, unrestrained entanglement. Xiao Zhao's resistance, more of a seductive struggle, seemed weak and feeble. Her slender hands gently pressed against Zhang Wuji's strong chest, trying to push him away slightly, but unconsciously, they slowly moved to his back, embracing his broad back and waist, their hands roaming freely.

Her beautiful body, her shy heart—everything erupted in this intense, passionate kiss.

Xiao Zhao began to return Zhang Wuji's kisses with uncontrollable fervor, sucking and drawing out his nimble, wet tongue. Her slender hands tightly embraced his powerfully strong back and waist, her beautiful, fiery body caressing him with overwhelming passion.

Xiao Zhao clearly felt Zhang Wuji's hardened desire. Wang pressed tightly against her smooth, flat stomach, feeling his intoxicating breath as his lips kissed downwards, gliding over her fair, slender neck, kissing her high, snow-white, full breasts, even biting open the buttons of her shirt with his teeth.

Zhang Wuji's left hand tightly gripped Xiao Zhao's slender waist, while his right hand, through her sexy stockings, caressed and kneaded her full, round, long, snow-white legs.

Xiao Zhao couldn't bear such deadly teasing; she gasped and moaned softly, her lips slightly parted, murmuring, "Husband, please spare me! Ah... ah ah..."

Her high, full, snow-white, smooth breasts were completely exposed, and Zhang Wuji opened his mouth and took them into his warm, moist mouth, sucking and biting. Immediately, her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, her breathing becoming heavier, unable to control herself.

Zhang Wuji wildly kissed and licked Xiao Zhao's full, high breasts, sucking. He sucked and spit out the delicate, pink nipple atop her jade-like peak.

Her round, full, snow-white breasts were being sucked and licked by Zhang Wuji's lips and tongue. Stimulated by his sucking, they swelled, growing a full size larger, the two pink cherries slowly becoming engorged and erect, hard and firm, turning from tender cherries into purple grapes.

Zhang Wuji's left hand held Xiao Zhao's delicate body steady, while his right hand probed downwards, penetrating deep into her exquisite private parts between her jade legs. Through the sexy stockings, he forcefully kneaded her mysterious and alluring sacred place, his fingers tearing the stockings, stroking the sexy silk even more directly, more roughly, and more powerfully. Beneath the trousers, a deep, moist crevice gushed forth.

Xiao Zhao leaned back against the counter, her body limp, her slender hands weakly stroking Zhang Wuji's hair, panting and moaning softly. She trembled and said, "Ah! No… good husband, let's eat first!"

Otherwise… ah… the food's getting cold… ah… please, spare her! Ah ah…

The lust hidden deep within her mature, voluptuous, and alluring body had been aroused, spreading and undulating, the sacred spring valley of her secret ravine was already flowing with spring water, wet and slippery, muddy and unbearable.

Zhang Wuji spat out the swollen, firm, and gleaming bud in his mouth, raised his head, his eyes widening in anger, feeling his blood boiling, his veins surging, his body unable to control itself. Still relying on your hands? How can that be pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin real sex toy highly realistic genital shape! Swallowing and spitting, irresistible! Click to enter. Taking

a deep breath, Zhang Wuji looked at Xiao Zhao's snow-white breasts, proudly erect, her full, high breasts rising like two round, firm white jade peaks, forming a deep cleavage at their meeting point.

The two rosy nipples on her breasts resembled two small love beans, their alluring shape captivating. In the center of her pale pink areolas, the buds, already swollen and erect from previous sucking, seemed to have been ignited by Zhang Wuji's passion, their pink hue transformed into a passionate, irresistible allure, resembling a pair of dazzling rubies.

Following the captivating curves of her jade breasts ... Below, passing through her flat, rounded abdomen and slender waist, the pink dress billowed high at her waist, revealing a pair of long, shapely legs that seemed about to part at the slightest effort, revealing a patch of oily black hair beneath the sexy silk. The

fine, dense pubic hair clung tightly to her skin, clearly visible beneath the silk, without a trace of disorder. Covered in the secretions of her private parts, it appeared exceptionally dark and glossy, and beneath this patch lay the most mysterious three inches of Xiao Zhao's alluring body.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's burning gaze fixed on her beautiful body, with no way to hide, Xiao Zhao could only lower her head and close her beautiful eyes in embarrassment.

"Ah!" "No..." Xiao Zhao cried out softly. Zhang Wuji had already leaned in and kissed her between her breasts.

He didn't stop, but continued downwards, kissing Xiao Zhao's still smooth, flat, snow-white, soft belly, until he reached her lower abdomen and between her long, shapely legs.

"My dear Xiao Zhao, I never imagined your underwear would be so sexy." Zhang

Wuji's gaze was almost directly fixed on Xiao Zhao's alluring curves, so close to his face. He parted the damp cloth, barely the size of his palm, and kissed her burning lips.

His tongue and mouth worked in perfect harmony, licking, sucking, and teasing.

Xiao Zhao let out two soft moans, then fell silent. Even when she could speak, her words were incoherent, unclear, and ambiguous.

She parted her long, snow-white legs, allowing Zhang Wuji's tongue to penetrate deeper, to act with unrestrained abandon.

Her plump, rounded legs and delicate toes tensed and stiffened. Xiao Zhao gripped Zhang Wuji's shoulders tightly, her head shaking wildly, her hair flying, letting out a hysterical scream as her body convulsed and released a torrent of desire.

As Zhang Wuji's tongue... Under the techniques of seduction, Xiao Zhao reached the peak of desire, experiencing waves of pleasure and climaxing.

Zhang Wuji stood up, his hands caressing Xiao Zhao's beautiful body after her orgasm, kissing her slightly parted, fragrant lips. She immediately offered her sweet, soft tongue, letting him suckle and tease it at will.

Still recovering from the afterglow of her orgasm, Xiao Zhao wildly returned Zhang Wuji's kiss, sucking his tongue with insatiable hunger, swallowing the saliva from his mouth and tongue as if drinking sweet nectar.

Zhang Wuji's heart raced, his blood surged, his heart fluttered, his desire rose, and his lower body became erect and ferocious, his fighting power skyrocketing.

Just then, Xiao Zhao clearly felt Zhang Wuji untie the fiery dragon at some point, pressing it against her wet crevice, gently rubbing it.

"Ah!" "My lord, ahh..." Xiao Zhao cried out softly. Zhang Wuji thrust his hips forward, penetrating her body and plunging deep into her most tender, smooth, and fiery depths.

She let out a satisfied, fulfilling moan, her body tingling with pleasure and passion. Her body felt weak and numb, yet her heart reveled in the long-lost fullness and swelling. Although her private parts had been severely injured yesterday, and there was still a slight pain amidst the fullness, it was quickly overwhelmed by the surging pleasure.

Zhang Wuji began to move slowly. Waves of blissful, otherworldly pleasure washed over Xiao Zhao, spreading to her limbs and stimulating every cell in her body.

Xiao Zhao's burning desire was released with unrestrained joy; she savored the moment, oblivious to the passage of time.

Stimulated by the waves of pleasurable sensations, Zhang Wuji's breathing grew heavier, and his movements became more vigorous, increasing the friction and making it even more intense. Overwhelmed by a surge of exhilarating pleasure, wave after wave crashed over their minds.

Xiao Zhao, her head spinning, was lost in a daze, completely oblivious to everything else. Her mind was blank; she only knew to twist her slender waist and sway her full, white, rounded buttocks in rhythm with Zhang Wuji's movements.

Her alluring charm and unrestrained behavior, her knowledge of how to reciprocate and stimulate a man's sensitive spots—this was the difference between a mature woman and a young girl. Although Xiao Zhao had only recently lost her virginity, under the tutelage of Zhang Wuji, the encyclopedia of lovemaking, her skills in bed improved rapidly.

Xiao Zhao's fair, delicate cheeks were flushed a vibrant red, radiating spring-like allure. Her beautiful eyes, half-open and half-closed, exuded a thousand charms, ten thousand allures, and boundless temptation, a beauty beyond compare.

Moans escaped her delicate nose, her petal-like lips opening and closing incessantly, her breath sweet as orchids. Under Zhang Wuji's wild assault, Xiao Zhao let out a low, almost sobbing moan. A cry: "Ah!" "My lord, you've been bullying me ever since you got back... Ahh..."

Zhang Wuji was greatly encouraged by Xiao Zhao's wanton and provocative words. His desire surged, and he became increasingly aroused. He thrust in and out forcefully, grinding and grinding, indulging in his desires, sending her to one peak of passion after another.

Watching the beautiful Xiao Zhao revel beneath him, lost in ecstasy, the scene of spring's beauty intoxicating, and hearing her seductive moans, Zhang Wuji's already raging lust became even more uncontrollable, his blood boiling.

Xiao Zhao was indeed a stunning beauty who could give a man unparalleled pleasure. Her exquisite figure was infinitely beautiful, her features were like a painting, her pretty and delicate face, her dignified and gentle eyes, and her petite... Her rosy lips, fair and smooth cheeks, and alluring smile—she was truly a beauty.

Zhang Wuji felt a strange urge within him, like a ferocious beast imprisoned for millions of years roaring, as if trying to break free from the countless chains binding its limbs…

Wave after wave of intense pleasure surged through Xiao Zhao's body. Her fair face, as delicate as snow, was flushed with a radiant blush, exuding allure and spring-like charm. Her beautiful eyes were half-closed, her red lips parted, her breath quickened, and she began to moan wantonly.

Zhang Wuji felt completely relaxed, the pleasure surging like a tide, unstoppable, invincible, exhilarating, and unrestrained. Under his wild rhythm, Xiao Zhao experienced continuous pleasure, reaching climax after climax.

"Ah...ah..." Xiao Zhao's slender waist, supple as a willow catkin in the wind, danced and swayed rapidly. Her plump, white, and rounded buttocks rose and fell repeatedly, meeting Zhang Wuji's heavy thrusts.

Her full, long, and slender legs trembled slightly, exuding a thousand charms. Her delicate and beautiful rosy cheeks were as lovely as flowers, and her eyes revealed a wanton lust.

"Good husband...you're so amazing...I...I want...I want to fly..."

Xiao Zhao's soft, moist, and sexy lips parted slightly, panting and moaning repeatedly, crying out wantonly, "Ah...that's it...good husband...faster..."

Suddenly, Xiao Zhao let out a loud, delicate moan. Her soft, white arms and long, slender legs clung tightly to Zhang Wuji's powerful waist and body like an octopus.

Her lower body contracted rapidly, her private parts gushing forth hot, white fluid, splashing everywhere. Xiao Zhao, experiencing intense pleasure, reached the peak of desire once more, climaxing.

Zhang Wuji's lower body also felt sore and numb, but he didn't release his pent-up desire. After all, he and Zhao Min had spent the day in a state of blissful intimacy, having made love at least five times.

Xiao Zhao's pretty eyes slightly opened, her soft, moist lips emitting sweet moans. Her body trembled, her soul floating, as if ascending to the heavens.

At this moment, Yang Buhui, having finished her meal and bath, was about to knock on Zhang Wuji's door, but found it ajar.

Gently pushing open the door, Yang Buhui muttered a hint of reproach. Zhang Wuji was so unreliable; he was such a grown man, yet he couldn't even lock the door properly. What if some scoundrel broke in?

"Mmm...hmm..." came Xiao Zhao's sickeningly sweet moans from inside, muffled hums as if she were trying to suppress them. Yang Buhui felt a slight unease, but didn't immediately connect the dots.

Yang Buhui paused, her brows furrowing slightly. She leaned closer, peeking inside, and her pupils constricted sharply. A sensual and erotic scene was laid bare before her eyes.

Near the bed, shirts, dresses, underwear, and bras were scattered on the floor.

Zhang Wuji's trousers fell to the ground, his expression shifting, he gasped, his eyes wide, and he pressed Xiao Zhao's head between his legs

. One hand cupped her snow-white, round, full, and pert buttocks, kneading and squeezing them forcefully, while the other hand cupped her drooping, swollen breasts, enjoying their soft, tender, and delicate feel. Completely naked, Xiao Zhao, her skin flushed with a captivating blush after her orgasm, her eyes glazed, her disheveled hair flying wildly, her head bowed, was diligently sucking and licking Zhang Wuji, her lips swollen and full, emitting long, indistinct, yet alluring moans.

Their heavy breathing and seductive intent intertwined, creating a symphony of spring waves, carrying endless temptation, wildly assaulting Yang Buhui's wildly pounding heart.

Zhang Wuji thrust a few times, then suddenly sensed something was wrong. He turned his head slightly and was met by Yang Buhui, her cherry-like mouth slightly open, speechless with shock.

Whether it was because he was already close to climaxing or because of the sudden stimulation from Yang Buhui, Zhang Wuji felt an overwhelming, uncontrollable surge of pleasure.

Zhang Wuji wanted to cry out, but with Yang Buhui standing there, his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

But the more he tried to suppress it, the stronger the pleasure became. Zhang Wuji's body trembled slightly, and he involuntarily increased the frequency of his thrusts.

His desire finally erupted, and streams of hot semen gushed out. At this moment, Zhang Wuji was looking at Yang Buhui's flushed face.

Zhang Wuji had never known what an orgasm looked like, but he knew it certainly wouldn't be very attractive, and Yang Buhui had the good fortune to witness it.

Xiao Zhao felt Zhang Wuji's frequency increasing, her moans growing louder, and then her body trembled with his ejaculation.

"Ah..."

"Ah..." Two suppressed screams rang out almost simultaneously. Yang Buhui, watching Zhang Wuji

's climax erupt in Xiao Zhao's mouth, widened her beautiful eyes and let out the loudest scream she had ever uttered in her life—that was the origin of the first "Ah."

The second "Ah," which followed immediately, came from Zhang Wuji; his scream was clearly much shorter and more painful.

Yang Buhui's scream startled Xiao Zhao. Overwhelmed with surprise, she completely forgot that she still had Zhang Wuji's gushing climax in her mouth and instinctively cried out, biting down hard with her pearly white teeth.

"You..." Yang Buhui wanted to complain, but remembering that Xiao Zhao was also the leader's wife, she had nothing to say and no right to blame anyone. She could only angrily say, "You didn't even close the door! That's...that's too much!!"

Zhang Wuji winced in pain, his powerful back thrusting forward. Xiao Zhao's eyes widened, and a thin, cloudy liquid slowly seeped from beneath her rosy lips, dripping down her pointed chin...

"Isn't leaving the door open so you can easily come in?" Zhang Wuji chuckled.

At this moment, Xiao Zhao hurriedly put on her clothes, standing there disheveled, saying, "Miss, you...

you stay with my husband for a bit. I...I'll go back to my room to take a bath first." With that, she hurriedly left the room.

Zhang Wuji was naked, and Yang Buhui looked at him, blushing shyly. Her pretty face was as red as a ripe apple, as if you could squeeze juice out of it. She pouted and tugged at Zhang Wuji, saying, "Brother Wuji, you're so mean! You always spoil Xiao Zhao like this..."

"Who told you not to wash my feet and bathe me every day, and feed me? What's this called, 'being near the water tower, one gets the moon first'?"

Zhang Wuji said, looking at Yang Buhui's charming appearance, he couldn't resist the urge to kiss her. He put his arm around her slender waist and laughed, "Alright, your husband is very fair. Now let's pamper my Buhui sister..."

"Who told you to pamper me, you big bad guy..." Yang Buhui said coquettishly.

"If you don't let me feel pain, then I'll only feel pain in my balls..." Zhang Wuji said, feigning pitifulness.

Yang Buhui chuckled and scolded, "A dog's mouth can't grow ivory, you're so mean."

"I hate it when people say I don't have ivory. Look at me, what else could I be but ivory?" Zhang Wuji chuckled dryly, thrusting his large member against Yang Buhui's beautiful buttocks.

"You bad boy, ivory is white!!" Yang Buhui's cheeks were flushed, like a ripe apple, making her look incredibly tempting.

Zhang Wuji pretended to pick Yang Buhui up, letting her lie in his arms, and asked, "How do you know? Have you ever seen ivory?"

"No, but I read it in a book..." At this moment, Yang Buhui was completely controlled by lust, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him with her cherry lips, sealing his mouth. At this moment, Yang Buhui was a girl who simply needed the caresses of a man to become a woman.

Without further hesitation, Zhang Wuji quickly stripped Yang Buhui of her clothes, his erection already poised and ready. Yang Buhui, clearly prepared, was already wet with desire. He laid her down on the bed, lifted her legs and placed them in his arms, then gently lifted her by her large buttocks. Yang Buhui placed her hands on Zhang Wuji's shoulders, actively aligning her vagina with his enormous, giant-like penis, the opening and glans gently rubbing together. Immediately, lubrication flowed from the tip of his penis and the opening. Both were ready. Zhang Wuji gently lifted her and thrust into her.

"Ah..." Yang Buhui cried out, the battle began...

However, under Zhang Wuji's relentless assault, Yang Buhui could only parry, unable to mount any effective resistance or counterattack!

Yang Buhui could only try to dodge Zhang Wuji's manipulations by twisting her large buttocks. She had already climaxed twice. Seeing that she was starting to feel scared, Zhang Wuji deliberately showed off, adding a little force when he tossed her up, and then attacking her even more fiercely as she fell.

"Ah...ah...ah..." At this moment, Yang Buhui was only able to take a beating. Who told her to be so strong and competitive, wanting to show that she was stronger than Xiao Zhao in front of Zhang Wuji? Unexpectedly, she was instead completely ravaged by Zhang Wuji!

After her third orgasm, Zhang Wuji put her down, laid her on the bed, and pressed her legs against her chest, so that her plump vulva was more prominently displayed in front of Zhang Wuji. Zhang Wuji did not let her rest for long, and thrust his big penis into her jade hole again, frantically pounding.

"Ah...ah...ya ya ya ya...ah..."

"Brother Wuji, spare me! I can't take it anymore...ah..."

"Hold on, I'm almost there!! I'll fuck you to death!!" With a loud shout, Zhang Wuji launched an even more fierce attack. In fact, if he had not taken the initiative from the beginning, Yang Buhui would still lose under Zhang Wuji's attack, but she would not have lost so miserably.

"Ahhhhhh... I can't take it anymore, Brother Wuji... I've come again, I've come..." Yang Buhui had already climaxed for the sixth time, each time a complete mess.

"I can't take it anymore, ah... my core is coming out..."

"Ahhh... it's too big... it's piercing through..." Yang Buhui could no longer hold on. Her vaginal opening tightened with each contraction, as if trying to snap Zhang Wuji's huge penis. After the rubbing, she let out a heart-wrenching scream.

A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed from the depths of her vagina again; Yang Buhui had climaxed once more!

This was the moment Zhang Wuji had been waiting for. He also thrust his penis a few times, the vaginal fluid drenching his enormous glans. Overwhelmed by pleasure, he could no longer restrain himself. He thrust his penis forward with all his might, the glans penetrating Yang Buhui's uterus. The feeling was so intimate and unforgettable. Then he released his own semen, thousands of his children rushing in, eagerly searching for their other half!

Yang Buhui, scalded by the hot semen, cried out "Ah..." and climaxed again.

After a while, Zhang Wuji felt it was enough. He pressed her hands firmly to her sides and thrust wildly, making Yang Buhui scream "Oh ah!" Suddenly, he pressed the head of his large penis against Yang Buhui's cervix again, sealed her mouth with his lips, and once again ejaculated his milky white semen into Yang Buhui's sacred place for conceiving life. Yang Buhui fainted again. Chapter

076 Shaolin and Wudang

Not a day later, Zhang Wuji and his group arrived in Henan Province. The Ming Cult's large group found it inconvenient to travel in large groups, so they gathered in batches at the foot of Mount Song before heading up Mount Shaoshi together. Wen Cangsong, the flag bearer of the Giant Wood Flag, carried Zhang Wuji and the others' name cards and sent them to Shaolin Temple.

Not long after, an elderly monk, who was in charge of receiving guests, came down the mountain with Wen Cangsong and said, "The abbot and elders of this temple are in seclusion and will not receive guests." The heroes were very agitated, and no matter what they asked, he insisted that he would not see them, then turned and went back into the temple.

The group had come to seek justice, so they rushed into the temple. They found the temple in a mess, with traces of a fierce battle everywhere in the courtyard, splattered with blood. The heroes did not know what had happened, so they split up to look for the monk, but after searching everywhere, the flag leaders of each banner came one after another to report that there was no one in the temple, but there were signs of a fierce battle everywhere, and not even a corpse could be found.

Yan Yuan, the flag leader of the Hou Tu Banner, discovered that the eighteen Arhat statues in the Arhat Hall were all facing away from people, as if someone had disturbed them. Upon closer inspection of the Arhats, each of the sixteen Arhats had a character inscribed on its back. Arranged from right to left, the sixteen large characters read: "First destroy Shaolin, then annihilate Wudang; only our Ming Cult will reign supreme in the martial world!"

Everyone was shocked, assuming someone was using the Ming Cult's name to commit evil deeds and massacre Shaolin Temple. But why the Arhats had been turned upside down remained a mystery to everyone.

Zhang Wuji, of course, knew this was Zhao Min's frame-up, and said, "'First destroy Shaolin, then annihilate Wudang'—their next target is Wudang!" "Then he gathered his brothers and set off for Wudang Mountain. Fearing they wouldn't catch up, Zhang Wuji, possessing superior lightness skills, and Wei Yixiao rode ahead on fast horses.

Soon, Zhang Wuji and Wei Yixiao secretly infiltrated Wudang Mountain. There, they encountered a Shaolin monk claiming to be of the 'Kong' generation, requesting an audience with Zhang Sanfeng. A Taoist priest from the Wudang sect arranged for him to wait in the main hall while he went to fetch two young Taoist disciples to invite Yu Sanxia.

One of the disciples was named Mingyue, and the other Qingfeng; Zhang Wuji recognized them both. On the way, he greeted them. Although many years had passed, Zhang Wuji..." Even after he explained, the two recognized him. Disguised as a Daoist boy, he said he was in place of Qingfeng, and he and Mingyue went to carry Yu Sanxia.

They carried Yu Sanxia to the main hall, where Yu Sanxia led Kongxiang to Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation place. Zhang Sanfeng greeted them, and Zhang Wuji was both saddened and delighted to see him.

When Zhang Wuji saw Zhang Sanfeng, he truly possessed the bearing of a Daoist immortal. Although he was over a hundred years old, he moved with incredible speed, his complexion was ruddy, and even his hair was jet black—completely unlike the white-haired, jet-black figures portrayed in television dramas. He looked incredibly energetic and cheerful; could this be what Taoism meant by returning to simplicity? Zhang Wuji felt an immense surge of respect for Zhang Sanfeng.

When the Shaolin monk Kongxiang saw Zhang Sanfeng, he told him that Shaolin had been attacked by the Ming Cult and wiped out, with Kongwen and other monks dying in the line of duty. The Ming Cult was advancing towards Wudang, and he had come to deliver the news. He then burst into tears. Zhang Wuji, feeling a pang of pity, reached out to help him up. Unexpectedly, Kongwen drew his knife and stabbed Zhang Sanfeng. Zhang Sanfeng, caught off guard, was struck by the knife and, in a fit of rage, killed Kongxiang. He was struck dead by a palm strike.

Zhang Sanfeng coughed up blood, his injuries appearing severe, requiring at least three months of rest.

Just then, a disciple reported that the Ming Cult had launched a large-scale attack on the mountain, demanding to see Zhang Sanfeng. Yu Sanxia was alarmed: the Ming Cult's intentions were hostile; his fellow disciples had been away on

a campaign against them and had not yet returned; the disciples on the mountain were mostly third or fourth generation, their martial arts weak; his master was seriously injured, and he himself was paralyzed—he truly didn't know what to do. Zhang Sanfeng also sighed and said, "Daiyan, life and death, victory and defeat, are not important, but the Wudang School's unique skills cannot be interrupted because of this. I have created a set of Tai Chi Chuan, which I will now teach you. Learn as much as you can, and I hope they will not harm you!" "

After saying this, he began to teach him Tai Chi. However, the time was short, and the essence was profound. Yu Sanxia could not even learn a tenth of it, but Zhang Wuji could see it clearly. He followed Zhang Sanfeng's movements one by one: Grasping the Sparrow's Tail, Single Whip, Raising Hands Posture, White Crane Spreads Wings, Hugging Knee and Hooking Step, Playing the Lute, Advancing and Blocking Hammer, As If Sealing and Closing, Cross Hands, Embracing the Tiger Returning to the Mountain...

Zhang Wuji watched intently. At first, he thought that Zhang Sanfeng deliberately performed the postures very slowly so that Yu Daiyan could see them clearly. But when he saw the seventh move, 'Playing the Lute,' he saw that Zhang Sanfeng's left palm was yang and his right palm was yin. His eyes were fixed on his left arm, and his palms slowly came together. It was as heavy as a mountain, yet as light as a feather. Zhang Wuji suddenly realized: 'This is a superior martial art that uses slowness to overcome speed and stillness to control movement. I never thought there would be such a high level of skill in the world.'" "His martial arts skills were already extremely high, and once he grasped the essence, he became increasingly engrossed. He watched as Zhang Sanfeng's hands moved in circles, each move containing the yin and yang transformations of Tai Chi, subtle and profound, truly opening up a new world in martial arts never before seen.

After about the time it takes to eat a meal, Zhang Sanfeng performed the moves of 'High Horse Stance,' 'Grasp the Sparrow's Tail,' and 'Single Whip,' combining them with Tai Chi. He stood there calmly and composedly. Although he was seriously injured, after completing the set of boxing techniques, his spirit was surprisingly strong. He held his hands in a Tai Chi circle and said, 'The key to this set of boxing techniques is the sixteen words: "Empty and agile at the top, chest relaxed and back straight, waist relaxed and hips drooping, shoulders sinking and elbows dropping.' It is all about intention, and the most important thing is to avoid using force. The unity of form and spirit is the essence of this style of boxing.'

He then explained it in detail. "

Yu Daiyan listened silently, knowing the urgency of the situation and that there was no time to ask questions. Although there were many things he didn't understand, he simply memorized them. He was prepared to pass on these techniques and methods should anything happen to his master, so that future generations of intelligent people could explore their profound mysteries. Zhang Wuji, on the other hand, experienced much more. Every word of Zhang Sanfeng's instructions and every move filled him with a sense of profound joy, like hearing the Dao for the first time.

At this moment, the Ming Cult's forces arrived in the hall. Zhang Sanfeng gave Yu Daiyan some instructions and then resolutely entered the hall, with Zhang Wuji following him.

Standing in the hall was a young man in a white robe embroidered with a blood-red flame, gently waving a folding fan.

This was Zhao Min, disguised as a man, accompanied by her eight attendants and a dozen others. Zhang Wuji suspected Zhao Min was behind it all. He quickly smeared dirt on his face with his hands, making himself unrecognizable.

Zhao Min introduced herself as Zhang Wuji, the leader of the Ming Cult, which puzzled Zhang Sanfeng. Zhang Sanfeng politely returned the greeting and inquired about the whereabouts of his disciples. Zhao Min claimed they were with her and mentioned that Yin Liuxia was crippled.

Enraged, Zhang Sanfeng coughed up blood. Seeing that Kong Xiang had succeeded, Zhao Min brazenly demanded that Zhang Sanfeng submit to the imperial court and serve it. Zhang Sanfeng naturally refused. Zhao Min then challenged him to a duel, summoning three of her men: one named Ah San, one of the eight guards, and the other two named Ah Da and Ah Er.

Just then, Wei Yixiao appeared and pointed out that Zhao Min was an imposter, saying that a large force from the Ming Cult would arrive shortly. Zhao Min thought he was lying and didn't believe him. At this moment, the second group, including Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng, and Shuobude, also arrived in the hall.

Seeing that the Ming Cult had truly arrived, Zhao Min said that she had come to learn Wudang kung fu and had nothing to do with the Ming Cult. Zhang Sanfeng didn't want to get involved with the Ming Cult either, so he was going to fight alone.

Suddenly, Zhang Wuji appeared and said he would fight in Zhang Sanfeng's place. Zhang Sanfeng didn't recognize him, only thinking he was his grand-disciple, and resolutely refused. However, he noticed that Wuji's eyes, though not gleaming, held a warm and crystalline quality, indicating that his internal strength had reached its peak. Zhang Sanfeng then warned him to be careful.

Zhang Wuji, eager to showcase the prestige of the Wudang Sect, used the Tai Chi he had just secretly learned to fight. After several dozen rounds, Ah San was the first to be defeated, but judging from his martial arts, he knew the Shaolin Vajra Finger. He also admitted to being the murderer who harmed Yu Sanxia and Yin Liuxia. Zhang Wuji then demanded that he hand over the Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment, a secret medicine for treating such disabilities.

Ah San naturally refused, and Ah Er and Ah Da also stepped forward to fight, but they were all outmatched. Zhang Wuji, on the other hand, improved his Tai Chi under the guidance of Zhang Sanfeng.

At this moment, Zhao Min recognized the young Taoist as Zhang Wuji and said softly, "Master Zhang, how can you be so shameless, pretending to be a little Taoist? You keep calling me 'Grandmaster' this and 'Grandmaster' that, aren't you ashamed?"

Seeing that Zhao Min recognized him, Zhang Wuji said loudly, "My late father, Cuishan, was the fifth disciple under my Grandmaster. What else should I call him if I don't call him 'Grandmaster'? What's there to be ashamed of?" "Saying this, she turned and knelt down before Zhang Sanfeng, kowtowing, saying, 'Your son, Zhang Wuji, pays respects to Grandmaster and Third Uncle. The matter arose suddenly, and I had no time to inform you; please forgive my deception.'

Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Daiyan were overjoyed. They never imagined that this young man who had defeated two top masters from the Western Regions Shaolin was the same child who had been critically ill years ago.

Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily, reached out to help him up, and said, 'Good child, you are not dead. Cuishan has an heir.'

Zhang Wuji's martial arts were superb, but that was secondary. What pleased Zhang Sanfeng most was that he had thought Wuji was long dead, but it turned out he was still alive. He was truly overjoyed, his heart overflowing with happiness. He turned to Yin Tianzheng and said, 'Brother Yin, congratulations on having such a fine grandson.'

Yin Tianzheng smiled and said, 'Master Zhang, congratulations on teaching such a fine grand-disciple.'

Zhao Min scolded, 'What fine grandson, fine grand-disciple!' " "Those two old geezers raised a cunning and treacherous brat. Ah Da, go and test his swordsmanship."

Ah Da, his face full of sorrow, replied, "Yes!" With a whoosh, he drew the Heaven-Slaying Sword. A flash of blue light appeared before everyone's eyes, and they could vaguely feel a chill in their bodies; it was indeed a fine sword.

Zhang Wuji said, "This sword belongs to the Emei Sect. How did it end up in your hands?"

Zhao Min spat, "You brat, what do you know? The old nun Miejue stole this sword from my home, and now it has been returned to its rightful owner. What does the Heaven-Slaying Sword have to do with the Emei Sect?" Zhang

Wuji, unaware of the origins of the Heaven-Reliant Sword, was caught off guard by her question and couldn't answer. He quickly changed the subject, saying, "Miss Zhao, please fetch me the 'Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment.' If it heals the severed limbs of my third and sixth martial uncles, we'll let bygones be bygones." Zhao Min retorted, "Hmph! Let bygones be bygones? Easier said than done. Do you know where Kong Wen and Kong Zhi of Shaolin, and Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou of Wudang are right now?"

Zhang Wuji shook his head, "I don't know. Please show me, Miss."

Zhao Min coldly laughed, "Why should I tell you? If I don't tear you to pieces, it won't be enough to atone for the humiliation and disrespect you showed me in the iron prison of Green Willow Manor!" Hearing the words "humiliation and disrespect," she recalled the scene and blushed deeply, filled with anger and shame.

Hearing her mention "humiliation and disrespect," Zhang Wuji's face also turned red. He wondered if Zhao Min had revealed in front of everyone that he had raped her! If everyone knew the truth, he would be unable to clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River, and would truly become the leader of a demonic cult! He could only say, "Miss Zhao, will you give me the 'Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment' or not?"

Zhao Min's pretty eyes flickered, and she said with a smile, "If you want the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment, that's not difficult. Just do three things for me, and I will give it to you with both hands."

Zhang Wuji asked, "What three things?"

Zhao Min said, "I haven't thought of them yet. Later, when I think of them, I'll tell you one, and you'll do it accordingly."

Zhang Wuji said, "How can that be? Do you want me to commit suicide, or become a pig or a dog, and I have to do it?"

Zhao Min laughed, "I won't ask you to commit suicide, much less become a pig or a dog. Hehe, even if you were willing, you couldn't do it."

Zhang Wuji said, "Tell me first. If it doesn't violate the code of chivalry, and I can do it, then I'll do it. " Zhao

Min was about to speak when she noticed a pearl flower tucked in Xiao Zhao's hair—the very one she had given to Zhang Wuji. Enraged, she saw Xiao Zhao's bright eyes and white teeth, her peach-like smile and plum-like beauty. Though young, she was as lovely as a lotus in the morning dew, making her incredibly endearing. Her hatred intensified. Gritting

her teeth, she said to A'da, "Go and cut off this Zhang brat's two arms!" A'da replied, "Yes!" He brandished his sword, stepped forward, and said, "Master Zhang, my master has ordered me to cut off your two arms."

Zhou Dian, who had been holding back for a long time, could no longer contain himself and cursed, "Bullshit!

You might as well cut off your own arms!"

A'da, his face full of sorrow, said bitterly, "That makes sense." Zhou Dian was delighted and shouted, "Then hurry up and cut them off!" A'da said, "No need to rush." Zhang

Wuji repeatedly beat A'da and Dongfang Bai to a pulp. Zhao Min, knowing she couldn't gain the upper hand, said, "Today, for the sake of Zhang, the leader of the Ming Cult, I'll let the Wudang Sect go." With a wave of her left hand, she said, "Let's go!"

Her subordinates picked up Dongfang Bai, Bald A'er, and A'san and headed out of the hall.

Zhang Wuji shouted, "Wait! Don't even think about leaving Wudang Mountain without leaving behind the Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment!" He leaped down, reaching for Zhao Min's shoulder.

His hand was still a foot away when he suddenly felt two silent, gusts of wind attacking from the left and right. There was no warning whatsoever. Startled, Zhang Wuji flipped his palms out, his right hand catching the palm from the right, his left hand catching the one from the left. The four palms collided simultaneously, feeling an incredibly strong force, carrying an incomparably cold chill. He recognized this chill all too well; it was the "Mysterious Netherworld Palm" that had haunted him since childhood. Startled

, Zhang Wuji instantly activated his Nine Yang Divine Skill, and suddenly, both his left and right sides were struck by his two attackers. Zhang Wuji let out a muffled groan and fell backward, only to find that his attackers were two tall, thin old men.

Each of the old men had exchanged a palm strike with Zhang Wuji's two palms, but the remaining palm had struck him without a trace.

Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao roared in unison and charged forward. The two old men swung their palms again, and with two loud thuds, Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao staggered back several steps, feeling their blood surging in their chests and a chill running down their spines. The two old men swayed, and the one on the right sneered, "The Ming Cult has quite the reputation, but it's nothing special!" He turned around and escorted Zhao Min away.

Only when Zhao Min left did Zhang Wuji realize that the two peerless masters were the Xuanming Elders.

That night, Zhang Wuji and Zhang Sanfeng talked late into the night by candlelight. Zhang Sanfeng was deeply moved, and when he learned that Zhang Wuji had joined the Ming Cult, he was initially displeased, but after Zhang Wuji explained that he wanted to lead the Ming Cult disciples to resist the Mongols, he was full of praise.

At this time, Yu Daiyan ordered the guest master to prepare a vegetarian feast to entertain the members of the Ming Cult. At the banquet, Zhang Wuji finally told Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Daiyan the reason for his departure. Everyone was amazed.

Zhang Wuji said, "There are two important matters at the moment. The first is to seize the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment to treat Uncle Yu and Uncle Yin's injuries. The second is to find out the whereabouts of Master Song and the others. Both of these matters depend on that girl surnamed Zhao."

Yu Daiyan smiled bitterly, "I've been crippled for twenty years. Even if there were miraculous medicines, they couldn't cure me. Saving my elder brother and sixth brother is more important."

Zhang Wuji said, "I think we should divide the work like this. " Yang Zuoshi, Wei Fuwang, and Master Shuobude, along with me, went down the mountain to track down the enemy. The flag bearers and deputy flag bearers of each of the Five Elements Banners were dispatched to Emei, Huashan, Kunlun, Kongtong, and the Southern Shaolin Temple in Fujian to contact each other and gather intelligence. My maternal grandfather and uncle were asked to go to Jiangnan to reorganize the followers under the Heavenly Eagle Banner. Master Tieguan, Mr. Zhou, Master Peng, and the flag bearers of the Five Elements Banners were to temporarily reside in Wudang, acting on the orders of my grandmaster, Zhang Zhenren, to provide support from the center.” He casually gave these instructions at the banquet. Yin Tianzheng, Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, and others stood up one by one, bowing to receive the order.

Zhang Sanfeng, seeing this, nodded with delight, exclaiming that this young man would surely be a dragon among men in the future!

Everyone talked for a long time at the banquet, and everyone was very happy. Zhang Wuji returned to the accommodations arranged for the Wudang Sect close to midnight. As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Yang Buhui sitting on the bed waiting for him. He stepped forward and asked her what was wrong. She lowered her head and remained silent for a while before saying, "Brother Wuji, let me serve you alone tonight!"

After saying that, she went to fetch water to wash Zhang Wuji's face and feet. Zhang Wuji was very pleased. This Miss Yang was usually served by others; when had she ever served anyone else? Although her hands and feet seemed a little clumsy, it was already quite remarkable. Zhang Wuji thought to himself: It seems this little girl is lovesick again. Tonight, I'll have to make the most of her. When

Yang Buhui returned after fetching the water, Zhang Wuji pulled her into his arms and said, "Sister Buhui, I've missed you so much! Tonight, I won't disappoint you!"

Yang Buhui closed her eyes and said, "Brother Wuji, you must love me well tonight!"

At this moment, Zhang Wuji was holding the soft, fragrant body in his arms, his chest pressed against Yang Buhui's high and elastic breasts, warm and soft, and his desire was instantly aroused. Today, Yang Buhui wore a pale yellow dress that clung tightly to her, subtly revealing her alluring figure. Her breasts were firm, her waist slender, and her buttocks, accentuated by the tight dress, appeared high, round, and pert.

The dress was light and flowing, making Zhang Wuji's body burn with desire. Her breasts and slender waist pressed against his, and with Yang Buhui's beautiful face and seductive charm, how could Zhang Wuji resist? He lifted her chin and lowered his head to kiss her small mouth. His legs tightly hooked around Yang Buhui's jade-like legs, his knees pressing against her beautiful buttocks from either side. His penis, through his trousers, rubbed against her body, and soon became erect.

Yang Buhui, aroused by Zhang Wuji, wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying his deep kiss. Zhang Wuji's tongue had already entered Yang Buhui's mouth, intertwining with her fragrant tongue, their saliva flowing, their tender tongues entwining and swirling, savoring the tenderness. His right hand roamed freely over Yang Buhui's back, gradually moving down to caress her round buttocks, causing her extreme discomfort. Her body writhed, her high, shapely buttocks involuntarily twisting.

Zhang Wuji's hand then slowly moved forward, finally reaching her breasts. He grasped her breasts, pressing his fingers firmly, which sank into them, and gently kneaded them. Under

Zhang Wuji's caresses, Yang Buhui felt a burning heat throughout her body, as if a fire was constantly burning within her. Her breasts were erect and swollen, causing her great discomfort. Zhang Wuji's kneading of her breasts brought her immediate relief, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Her cherry lips exhaled, and the fragrance of musk and orchids brushed against his face, further exciting Zhang Wuji.

He simply unbuttoned Yang Buhui's blouse, his hands already eagerly reaching inside her clothes. He touched two soft, delicate breasts, grasping one in each hand and kneading her nipples with his fingers.

Yang Buhui panted softly, her eyes gleaming with allure, her body warm, like a gentle magnetic field drawing Zhang Wuji in. With such a beautiful woman in his arms, Zhang Wuji's penis was already throbbing painfully, especially captivated by Yang Buhui's alluring expression.

Zhang Wuji forcefully ripped open Yang Buhui's blouse, revealing two round, full, firm breasts, the areolas of which spread like rose petals, their color deeper than when she was a virgin. He couldn't resist straightening up, straddling Yang Buhui's waist, his hands naturally reaching forward to grasp and fondle her breasts. His penis was already throbbing, as if it were about to burst out of his pants. He simply pulled out his huge cock and waved it in front of Yang Buhui's eyes, occasionally rubbing the head against her face, and teasingly said, "Little sister Buhui, let me let you play with my big cock!"

Yang Buhui's cheeks flushed red, both happy and shy. She glared at him and said coquettishly, "Who wants to play? I don't want to!"

Although she said that, her slender little hands were already gently stroking Zhang Wuji's penis, grasping it and massaging it with her palms, occasionally rubbing it.

Zhang Wuji's penis, held and rubbed by her warm little hands, felt as if it were wrapped in a warm sponge, constantly being squeezed and massaged, which was very comfortable. Her small hands gently caressed and stroked the ridges of his penis, occasionally teasing the tip, making Zhang Wuji completely lose himself. His penis was both itchy and swollen, so he said to Yang Buhui, "Sister Buhui, your brother Wuji is treating you to big sausages today. Don't be shy, eat as much as you want! I know you must be craving them!"

Yang Buhui, of course, understood what Zhang Wuji meant. She quietly extended her fragrant tongue and lightly touched the glans, causing his penis to vibrate slightly, and Zhang Wuji made a comfortable sound. Yang Buhui began to lick downwards from the glans, wrapping her tongue around it and gently licking it in a circular motion with the tip of her tongue. Then, she continued to lick the shaft below the glans, while her tongue also licked the ridges of the glans, her lips gently pinching the glans and making sucking sounds.

Zhang Wuji thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of Yang Buhui's saliva and fragrant tongue. To reciprocate, he placed his hands on her breasts, his fingers playing with her firm, smooth breasts, occasionally pinching her sensitive nipples. Yang Buhui's whole body tensed up, trembling slightly. Zhang Wuji intensified his actions, pinching one of her pink nipples with each hand.

Yang Buhui felt a jolt of electric-like pleasure shooting from her chest to her brain. She couldn't help but first release the glans, then lick the scrotum beneath his large penis, licking it intently. She tried to take Zhang Wuji's testicles into her mouth, but they were too large to fit completely, so she could only half-take them in with her small mouth.

Seeing that Yang Buhui's oral skills had improved considerably, making him feel so good he was almost fainting, Zhang Wuji teased, "Sister Buhui, your skill at licking dicks is really amazing! You like licking dicks so much, and you haven't had one in a long time, are you secretly eating other men's dicks behind my back?"

Yang Buhui was both surprised and ashamed upon hearing this, as if she had something on her mind. She then lowered her head again, opened her small mouth, grasped the erect penis, and took the swollen glans into her mouth, slowly pushing it in. Zhang Wuji's penis was a full nine inches long and very thick and hard, while Yang Buhui's mouth was small and delicate, making it almost impossible for her to take the entire penis into her mouth. But she still tried her best. The glans was almost touching her throat, and she struggled to swallow it further. Now the glans was inside her throat, although half of it was still sticking out of her mouth. For Zhang Wuji, this was a novel experience; the glans deep in his throat naturally had a unique sensation.

Seeing Yang Buhui diligently licking him, Zhang Wuji couldn't be idle, so he reached out and began to probe and probe her labia. A sudden surge of intense pleasure coursed through Yang Buhui's lower body. The overwhelming wave of pleasure made her gasp and moan incessantly. A dizzying

sensation washed over her, and a torrent of fluid gushed forth. Stimulated by the spray, Yang Buhui sucked and churned with her love juices, her tongue rapidly licking his penis and scrotum, followed by a series of piston-like thrusts. Zhang Wuji seemed to mistake Yang Buhui's pretty little mouth for her wet, slippery vagina.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Zhang Wuji felt a surge of pleasure throughout his body. He took a deep breath and ejaculated into Yang Buhui's mouth. This time, he didn't use the Nine Yang Divine Skill to protect himself, because he knew from Yang Buhui's yearning eyes that she wanted to drink his semen, so he willingly gave it to her.

Yang Buhui felt a stream of hot, thick, and viscous semen shoot out of the penis in her mouth, shooting directly into the depths of her throat. She slowly swallowed all the semen remaining in her mouth. Zhang Wuji's semen had no fishy or foul smell; instead, it carried a unique masculine fragrance. Yang Buhui seemed unsatisfied, sticking out her tongue to lick away the remaining semen from the corners of her mouth. Then she picked up the penis again, starting from the glans, licking away the semen clinging to it. As she licked, Zhang Wuji's penis hardened again. Yang Buhui was both surprised and delighted; she hadn't expected it to harden so quickly.

Zhang Wuji once again grasped her breasts, rhythmically kneading them with his hands, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes heavy, sometimes light. The swollen breasts were kneaded and shaped by Zhang Wuji, and Yang Buhui let out various strange moans as Zhang Wuji's hands moved.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji's body pressed close to Yang Buhui's as they lay on the bed. He freed one hand and unceremoniously placed it on Yang Buhui's full vulva. He felt its wet, sticky, warm, and fiery texture, knowing that Yang Buhui's desire was also nearing its peak. Zhang Wuji smiled faintly, his fingers trembling as they penetrated her incredibly warm vulva, teasing and rubbing against the folds of her vagina, making Yang Buhui feel itchy and hot all over. She squeezed her legs tightly, but had no strength at all.

Yang Buhui felt as if thousands of ants were crawling and biting inside her vulva at the same time, both itchy and tingling, yet unable to scratch the itch. Her body couldn't help but writhe like a caterpillar, her skin glowing red, her breathing quickening, her breasts heaving, and she cried out, "Brother Wuji... faster... faster! I... I

can't... take it... anymore..." This cry clearly indicated that her vulva was extremely aroused and desperately needed Zhang Wuji's penis to fuck her.

Zhang Wuji smiled knowingly, then suddenly his fingers trembled rapidly, thrusting quickly in and out of Yang Buhui's vagina, the wetness from which the fluids flowed, creating a constant "sizzling" sound.

Yang Buhui felt waves of pleasure spreading from her vagina throughout her body, a tingling, electric current coursing through every part of her being. She let out incoherent moans and gasps, her body drenched in sweat, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure. The semen she had just swallowed was now churning in her stomach, its unique taste stimulating every nerve, more arousing than any aphrodisiac. Her vagina was now glistening with moisture, shimmering with a seductive red glow, her skin burning hot, her body writhing incessantly.

Zhang Wuji withdrew his finger from Yang Buhui's vagina, held it up in front of her, and waved it, laughing, "Sister Buhui, you're so wet! It's all over my hands, look..."

Yang Buhui squinted and saw that Zhang Wuji's hands were covered in her vaginal fluid, glistening with a bright sheen. The pungent smell of her own fluid on his hands made her blush crimson with shame. Her vagina, however, felt empty after the finger was removed, desperately needing the insertion of something. She involuntarily began to thrust her hips, her thighs rubbing against each other to relieve the itching.

Seeing Yang Buhui's shameful and alluring state, Zhang Wuji's heart stirred. He knelt on the bed, lifted Yang Buhui's legs, and placed them on his shoulders. He then pressed his penis against her vulva, rubbing it until it was covered in her vaginal fluid, before slowly inserting it.

Yang Buhui suddenly felt a fullness in her lower body as something hot and hard pressed against her. Her vagina involuntarily contracted, gripping Zhang Wuji's penis tightly and loosely, which was quite amusing.

Zhang Wuji thrust forward again, his penis penetrating even deeper. The slippery, folded walls tightly enveloped his penis, making thrusting not easy. Therefore, he gradually increased his force, and his penis began to feel more comfortable.

Although it wasn't Yang Buhui's first time being fucked, the hard, thick, and large object, along with the rapid thrusting, still caused her vagina to throb with pain. Her body felt as if it were being cleaved open, and she begged for mercy, "Brother Wuji... please go slower... my vagina is about to be ruined by you, it really hurts... it hurts so much..."

Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "How can a vagina be ruined so easily? You always say your vagina is going to be ruined, but I've never seen it ruined. You're so wanton, how can I not fuck you hard?" After saying that, he thrust into her vagina even harder.

Gradually, Yang Buhui felt the pain in her vagina lessen than before. Her vagina had become somewhat numb from being penetrated, and she felt nothing when the penetration was slower. So she actively moved her hips, allowing Zhang Wuji's penis to penetrate deeper and faster. Her body trembled involuntarily, her face glowing with pleasure, and she let out soft, panting breaths. Her breasts, glistening with fragrant sweat, rippled with unpredictable waves as they rose and fell. The legs that had been on Zhang Wuji's shoulders came down and wrapped around his back.

Zhang Wuji enjoyed the pleasure of his penis thrusting into her vagina while admiring Yang Buhui's alluring figure. The more he looked, the more excited he became. Suddenly, his penis thrust forward with great force, slamming into the depths of Yang Buhui's honeyed cave. Yang Buhui let out a weak, delicate moan, "Ouch!" as if her soul had been shattered and left her body in an instant.

Yang Buhui felt as if she were being electrocuted by Zhang Wuji's penis. The current spread from her vagina throughout her body, instantly reaching every part of her. The sensation deepened with each thrust, becoming more and more tingling and aching, accompanied by the sounds of "plop! plop!" from her wetness. Yang Buhui was left weak and powerless, completely at Zhang Wuji's mercy.

The more Zhang Wuji thrust, the more excited he became. Finally, he spread Yang Buhui's legs wide apart, allowing him to clearly see his large penis thrusting in and out of her bright red, wet vagina. He could see his penis going in and out, glistening with her fluids.

Yang Buhui's vagina was being wildly pumped by Zhang Wuji, leaving her drenched in sweat, her hair wet, shaking her head and swaying her legs. She felt waves of lust surging through her, one after another, completely immersed in a sea of desire.

Her vulva continuously swallowed and released the large, thick penis, gushing out wave after wave of hot, scalding vaginal fluid. The fluid overflowed, flowing down the sides of her penis, glistening on her buttocks and the sheets, soaking her entire lower body. Her labia became a vibrant, reddish-brown, incredibly alluring.

Zhang Wuji felt a tingling, numbing sensation on his glans, his penis experiencing unprecedented pleasure. Waves of ecstasy washed over him, his lower body trembling violently, as if an electric current was coursing through his veins. His hands couldn't help but tightly squeeze and knead Yang Buhui's two tender breasts, creating a deep cleavage. Beads of sweat glistened in the cleavage, making her breasts even more alluring.

Yang Buhui felt incredibly pleasurable being penetrated by Zhang Wuji's penis; her clitoris felt like it was being bitten by ants, a tingling, itchy sensation, yet her body felt incredibly relaxed.

Zhang Wuji held Yang Buhui's slender waist with one hand, while the other caressed her full, tender breasts, pinching and pulling them forcefully. He panted, "How...how is it...is Wuji-gege fucking you good, isn't it..." He continued to thrust harder, making Yang Buhui moan and groan. Her body trembled even more violently, her two snow-white, tender breasts bouncing before Zhang Wuji's eyes, smooth and slippery, occasionally emitting a soft, white sheen.

The fragrance of Yang Buhui's body, her alluring breasts, and the subtle scent of her genitals mingled with the smell of her sweat, invigorating Zhang Wuji's nostrils. Zhang Wuji simply bent down, lowered his head, and took Yang Buhui's smooth, fragrant breast into his mouth, sucking on her pale pink nipples, constantly teasing and licking them with his tongue. Yang Buhui cried out in pleasure, her chest arching upwards, beads of sweat flying from her hair, splashing everywhere. She tightly embraced Zhang Wuji's head, pressing it against her breasts.

Zhang Wuji's repeated attacks overwhelmed Yang Buhui, leaving her feeling relaxed and tingling all over. A strange, numbing sensation seeped into her bones, making her feel as if her very bones had melted away. His face was buried deep in Yang Buhui's breasts, his touch revealing smooth, soft, plump, and supple skin, inhaling the rich fragrance of her milk. After a while, Jiang Tiantao lifted his head, thrusting his hips forward, his glans sinking deep into her tender bud, completely enveloped. He contracted forcefully, feeling his glans hot, wet, sour, itchy, numb, and throbbing.

Yang Buhui's bud, both hot and tender, couldn't help but climax, clinging to Zhang Wuji like an octopus, her scalding juices splashing onto his glans. Zhang Wuji could no longer hold back. With a "plop," he ejaculated his thick, hot semen, like a powerful jet of water striking Yang Buhui's tender flesh.

Her vulva was thick with semen, her penis was wet, and milky white fluid seeped from the outside of her vulva, flowing down her thighs, wetting Zhang Wuji's scrotum, and making their pubic hair glisten with semen.

Zhang Wuji withdrew his penis from Yang Buhui's vagina, lay down beside her, and held her in his arms, panting, "Buhui, was it comfortable? I really wish I could hold you like this and fuck you every day!"

Yang Buhui was so exhausted from Zhang Wuji's fucking that she barely had the strength to speak. Her panting was clear, her chest heaving, clearly showing that she was completely worn out. But she still leaned close to Zhang Wuji's ear and whispered, "Brother Wuji, I really wish it could be like this too! But can you really do it?"

Zhang Wuji didn't know why Yang Buhui said this, so he replied, "Of course I can!"

Yang Buhui smiled faintly and said, "Do you really think your penis is made of iron and steel? Your skills in bed are indeed very good, but you don't belong to me alone. I'm going to share you with Xiao Zhao now. You're so handsome, your martial arts are so good, and now you're the leader of the sect. You're truly a young and promising person. In the future..." "Who knows how many girls will like you? Putting aside everything else, Zhou Zhiruo from the Emei Sect seems quite interested in you, and that mysterious Zhao Min also seems to like you. Aren't you tempted by them? In the future, I'll at most be one of your women. What if you get tired of me and spend all your time with your new lovers? Then I'll be left alone in my empty room!"

Zhang Wuji was taken aback by Yang Buhui's thoughts. He stroked her hair and said, "Sister Buhui, you're overthinking things. No matter what, I'll always love you!"

Yang Buhui said happily, "Brother Wuji, I love you so much!"

Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "I love you too! Let's do it again!" Yang Buhui was shocked

and said, "I can't go on anymore...you should find someone else! "

Zhang Wuji chuckled and said, "Is there anyone else here?" "

Xiao Zhao, come quickly and save me..." Yang Buhui cried out in alarm.

"Xiao Zhao!?" Zhang Wuji was startled, thinking, "That's right, I haven't seen Xiao Zhao all night. Where did she go?

" "Young Master, Miss, did you call me?" The door opened, and Xiao Zhao stood outside. Her white dress made her look like a fairy descended from heaven, breathtakingly beautiful!

Zhang Wuji's heart fluttered, and he immediately went forward and embraced Xiao Zhao. That night on Wudang Mountain, Zhang Wuji, Xiao Zhao, and Yang Buhui spent a passionate night together…

Chapter 077 Mother Yin Susu

The next day, when Zhang Wuji was about to take Yang Xiao and the others down the mountain, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly sent someone to deliver a message, saying that if they were going down the mountain, they should pass through Shiyan Town and visit a temple called Qingxin, about ten miles from the town. Zhang Sanfeng instructed Zhang Wuji to bring a gift to the temple's owner, and insisted that Zhang Wuji personally deliver it to her and allow her to see the gift before leaving.

Zhang Wuji didn't understand Zhang Sanfeng's meaning, so he agreed.

Zhang Wuji, along with Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao, descended Wudang Mountain. Yang Xiao said, "This Miss Zhao is surrounded by guards; she wouldn't be traveling alone. Finding her shouldn't be difficult. We'll search from the east, west, south, and north, and meet again in Gucheng at noon tomorrow. What does the Master think?"

Zhang Wuji replied, "Very well. My Grandmaster sent me to Shiyan Town, so I'll search the western route." Gucheng is east of Wudang Mountain, and searching westward meant he would have to walk a longer distance than others. He also instructed, "The Xuanming Elders are extremely skilled in martial arts. If you encounter them, avoid them if possible; don't fight them alone."

The three agreed, bowed, and departed to search the east, west, and north.

The western route was all mountain paths. Zhang Wuji used his lightness skill, moving swiftly, and in just over half an hour, he arrived at Shiyan Town.

He ordered a bowl of noodles at a noodle shop in town and asked the shopkeeper if a yellow silk sedan chair had passed by.

The innkeeper said, "Yes! There are three seriously ill people, carried in soft sacks, heading west towards Huanglong Town. They haven't been gone for more than an hour."

Zhang Wuji was overjoyed, thinking that these people couldn't travel fast, so it wouldn't be too late to chase after them after dark, lest his whereabouts be revealed. He could use this time to visit Qingxin Temple and complete the task Zhang Sanfeng had given him.

Qingxin Temple was an ordinary temple, a nunnery, the kind of small temple you might easily miss if you weren't paying attention. When Zhang Wuji knocked on the door, an old nun opened it. She asked what Zhang Wuji wanted, and Zhang Wuji said that Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang had sent him to deliver a message to the abbess. Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's name and seeing the message Zhang Wuji handed her, the old nun led him to the inner hall.

Although the hall was small, it was fully equipped and very clean. It was clear that the nuns here were all very well-off; Zhang Wuji estimated there were no more than ten nuns.

Zhang Wuji was invited to the inner hall. The old nun asked him to wait a moment while she went to fetch the abbess, Master Qingxin.

Zhang Wuji wondered to himself, why would Zhang Sanfeng want him to deliver a gift to the abbess of this nunnery? Could it be that Zhang Sanfeng also had an old nun as a lover? That couldn't be! According to 21st-century TV dramas, Zhang Sanfeng certainly had many beautiful lovers, but they either died tragically or were his enemies. Could it be that in reality, Zhang Sanfeng had a nun as a lover?

This Qingxin Temple was so small, yet it had managed to survive in this chaotic world, and it was all women. Without the protection of Zhang Sanfeng and the Wudang Sect, that would have been impossible. Especially since even if the abbess wasn't Zhang Sanfeng's lover, she was still closely connected to the Wudang Sect.

Just as Zhang Wuji was pondering this, a Daoist nun walked in from outside. Previously, Zhang Wuji had assumed that the abbess of this nunnery must be an old and ugly nun. However, when Zhang Wuji first saw Master Qingxin, his eyes widened in surprise, as if he had never seen a woman before. Logically, Zhang Wuji, who was used to seeing beautiful women, shouldn't have reacted this way. But upon meeting Master Qingxin, Zhang Wuji realized that there were always people more capable than himself.

Master Qingxin was like a proud snow lotus in a secluded valley, pure and immaculate, yet intoxicatingly alluring. Zhang Wuji's eyes gleamed, sharp as tigers, seemingly able to see through the layers of clothing Yin Susu wore, revealing the exquisite beauty within her body. This Daoist nun appeared to be no more than thirty years old, the prime of a woman's charm.

Confucius said: "On Mount Miaogushe, there dwells a divine being. Her skin is like ice and snow, her grace like that of a virgin; she does not eat grains, but drinks the wind and dew; she rides the clouds, controls flying dragons, and roams beyond the four seas!" Those worthy of such a title as "fairy sister" include Zhao Min, Zhou Zhiruo, and later, Abbess Miejue, and now Master Qingxin! Master Qingxin's face

was like a rosy dawn, her shoulders sharply defined, her waist slender and graceful. Her beauty was breathtaking, a masterpiece of nature! Her flowing hair was as soft and lustrous as the finest black satin. Her oval face was sharply defined, with starry eyes and crimson lips complementing her fair, lotus-root-like skin. Her figure was as alluring as a majestic mountain peak, truly deserving of the praise that she was neither too plump nor too thin. Her refined yet alluring face, her delicate and supple neck, and the high, smooth breasts beneath her rounded shoulders, exuding a warm, fragrant scent, all enhanced her captivating allure, making one willingly succumb to her charm and become lost in her beauty. Master Qingxin's beautiful eyes were like a pool of crystal-clear spring water, clear and captivating. Her oval face, with its soft, cherry-red lips, delicate nose, and gracefully upturned chin, exuded a gentle and charming beauty. Bathed in the soft sunlight, she resembled a fairy descended from heaven, her breathtaking beauty enough to shame the flowers and eclipse the moon, making fish sink and geese fall from the sky.

Even though Qingxin Daoist was clothed, Zhang Wuji could still imagine the exquisite scenery beneath her garments: her breasts, undoubtedly a 36D or larger, full and elastic, swaying with every step and breath. The two pink, erect nipples on her breasts were even more alluring. Her large, plump breasts hadn't sagged with age; her high, soft breasts were still enough to drive any man wild. Zhang Wuji could even imagine the lush, grassy mound between her jade-like legs, her snow-white body tinged with a pinkish hue, like the "white with a rosy glow, unique and extraordinary" often described in advertisements, further highlighting Qingxin Daoist's captivating charm.

The Daoist priestess before him was a mature and alluring young woman. Although she had been cultivating herself and living a life of asceticism, it did not affect the perfection of her body; in fact, it made her even more sexy and arousing to men's fantasies. Her beautifully shaped, plump buttocks were full and firm, and her overall figure could be described as perfectly proportioned—not too plump, not too thin. Her face was also flawless; describing her as celestial would not be an exaggeration.

Time is like a strange machine; it can make many beauties pale, but it can also make some beauties more charming. Just like the beautiful Daoist priestess before him, she had not aged due to the ravages of time; on the contrary, she had been adorned by time, becoming a charming and sexy young woman. This mature and charming beauty was something that young women could not match or learn, especially since she was only about thirty years old this year, giving her a special aura that made men want to cherish her.

"You are Daoist priestess Qingxin?!" Zhang Wuji said in surprise.

Duan Yu stared at Zhang Wuji, remaining silent for a long time, shaking his head repeatedly, and stammered, "You...you really are Wuji!?"

Zhang Wuji was surprised, wondering why she was asking if he was Zhang Wuji. He smiled and said, "I am indeed Zhang Wuji. Master Zhang of Wudang asked me to personally present this gift to you..." He then handed over the gift.

Master Qingxin took the gift, looking at Zhang Wuji with disbelief. She opened it, revealing a dagger inside. Zhang Wuji was also surprised; why would Zhang Sanfeng give a dagger to this beautiful Daoist nun?

Even more unexpectedly, the beautiful Daoist nun picked up the dagger, her eyes brimming with tears!

"Daoist nun, are you...are you alright?!" Zhang Wuji asked with concern.

"Come with me!" Master Qingxin said, turning to lead Zhang Wuji to her room.

Zhang Wuji, full of curiosity, followed behind her, watching her graceful gait and her shapely hips. Honestly, if this beautiful Taoist nun lived in the 21st century and worked in the entertainment industry, all those so-called "Jade Girl Leaders" and "National Goddesses" would have to step aside.

Just as Zhang Wuji was lost in thought, another beautiful Taoist nun approached. She appeared even younger, probably around twenty years old. She had the oval face typical of a beauty, a smooth forehead, and skin as white as snow. Beneath her delicate, mountain-like eyebrows were a pair of deep, mysterious eyes. Her nose was as fine and straight as a sculpture, exuding confidence. Her beautifully curved, soft lips made one want to bite them. Her pointed yet rounded chin added a touch of heartbreaking melancholy to her eyes, a melancholy tinged with a hint of indifference towards the world, but this couldn't conceal her boundless allure.

Despite the winter weather, they weren't too cold in the temple, and they were all wearing Taoist robes, which couldn't conceal their prominent and shapely breasts (by Zhang Wuji's 21st-century standards, her breasts were probably a 36D+). Her shapely and long legs added to her allure.

"Greetings, Abbot!" the beautiful nun greeted Master Qingxin in a sweet voice.

"This is Zhang Wuji, a friend introduced by Master Zhang of Wudang," Master Qingxin introduced.

"Greetings, Young Master Zhang! I am Qingyu," the beautiful nun gave a brief self-introduction.

Zhang Wuji returned the nod and brushed past Master Qingyu. As they passed, Zhang Wuji caught a whiff of her alluring fragrance. He never expected to find such a seductive nun in a nunnery; it was truly unexpected.

Zhang Wuji followed Master Qingxin into her hall, only to be utterly astonished. Before Master Qingxin's room stood a memorial tablet, clearly inscribed: "The Memorial Tablet of My Late Husband, Zhang Cuishan of Wudang!"

"My late husband?! Zhang Cuishan?!" Zhang Wuji's head throbbed with disbelief. Wasn't this so-called Master Qingxin actually Yin Susu?!

No wonder she had scrutinized him so intently earlier; she was Yin Susu! Zhang Wuji could fool everyone by impersonating the Zhang Wuji of eight hundred years ago, but how could he fool his own mother?!

Zhang Wuji's first thought was, "Oh no, I've been exposed." What should he do now?

At this moment, Master Qingxin said calmly, "Five years, a full five years. Back then on Wudang Mountain, my late husband was driven to desperation by the six major sects and committed suicide on the spot. At that time, I also felt utterly hopeless, knowing that those righteous sects would not let go of this evil sorceress, and that the world would think that I, Yin Susu, had implicated Zhang Wuxia of Wudang! Forced into a corner, I also committed suicide on the spot to escape the entanglement of the world. I used this very dagger then. But unexpectedly, Master Zhang stepped forward in time to seal my eight extraordinary meridians, stopping the bleeding, and after all the righteous sects left, Master Zhang brought me here and entrusted me to the care of Abbot Qingxin. I never expected that I would miraculously survive. After Abbot Qingxin passed away, I succeeded him as abbot, and..." The old abbot's name was used. This is the tradition of Qingxin Temple; every abbot must be named Qingxin. Although my name is Qingxin and I am the abbot, my master said before his death that I haven't severed my mortal roots, that I can't let go of worldly things… For the past five years, I've been chanting sutras and striking the Buddha's name before this memorial tablet! What I can't let go of is my child, Wuji. I know he's been struck by the Xuanming Elders' Ice Palm, and even Master Zhang can't cure him… But… but you actually say you're Zhang Wuji? My child… Why can't you even recognize your own mother? You… who are you?”

Zhang Wuji felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He never expected that the most embarrassing and helpless moment would occur here; his impersonation of Zhang Wuji from eight hundred years ago had been discovered.

"Mother, you told me that day that you lied to that bald monk and that you never told him where Father was! You also told me never to trust women when I grow up, especially the prettiest ones! Didn't you tell me that yourself?" Zhang Wuji thought he couldn't deny it so quickly. Only Yin Susu and Zhang Wuji knew this, so he tested Yin Susu's reaction first. Of course, in the 21st century, anyone who has read *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber* would know this dialogue.

"Ah!? You... how could you know..." Yin Susu was shocked! Because this was indeed what she had told Zhang Wuji that day, and only she and Zhang Wuji knew it. If the person in front of her wasn't Zhang Wuji, how... how could he know this? "How could

I not know? I also know that Father is on Icefire Island, and I still remember the days and nights on Icefire Island!

Even though you've changed, Mother, and become even more beautiful and charming, I'm still the same Zhang Wuji!" Zhang Wuji said.

"Ice and Fire Island?! You really are my Wuji?!" Yin Susu, ever as clever as she was, still looked at Zhang Wuji with suspicion and said, "Then tell me, what do I cook for you every year on your birthday?" Oh

no! Zhang Wuji truly didn't know how to answer this time, because there was absolutely no record of what Yin Susu cooked for him on his birthday. Even if there were, it would be extremely unimportant, and Zhang Wuji couldn't possibly remember such trivial details…

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