Heroines of the Jianghu (Parts 1 & 2)

Before dawn, a creak sounded as the back gate of Crouching Tiger Manor opened, and two figures rode out on horseback. They glanced back at the manor, sighed a few times, and then galloped down the mountain. They knew this journey was uncertain, perhaps never to return.
Reaching the foot of the mountain, their tense hearts eased slightly. The sky was just beginning to lighten, and they could see things nearby. The riders were a man and a woman, both around seventeen or eighteen years old. The man wore a blue robe, with sharp eyebrows and fierce eyes, exuding a heroic air. The woman wore pink, beautiful as a flower; though not tall, her breasts were quite large.
"Yu-mei, it's safer here. Do you want to rest?" the man asked with concern.
"No, Brother Ji, it's too close to the manor. Let's run! If my father catches you, you're dead!" Yu-mei looked at her lover with concern. With that, she spurred her horse and rode westward.
This was the direction leading to the official road. Ji Ge said nothing more and followed. The two horses, one after the other, moved swiftly like shooting stars, raising clouds of yellow dust behind them.
After running for about three miles, they reached a forest. The man saw that Yu Mei was slightly out of breath and said, "Yu Mei, let's rest a bit before we go on."
Yu Mei smiled at him and nodded.
The man jumped off his horse and came to Yu Mei. As Yu Mei leaped down from her horse, she landed in the man's arms. He kissed her pretty face and said, "You threw yourself into my arms; I didn't force you."
Yu Mei wrapped her arms around her lover's neck and said coquettishly, "You've taken advantage of me! If my father catches you and finds out how you treated his precious daughter, he'll skin you alive!" As she spoke, her clear eyes gazed at him affectionately, her face a mixture of shyness and joy. Clearly, the tension and unease from their earlier escape had lessened considerably.
Seeing her so beautiful, the man couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart. He glanced at the woods ahead and whispered, "Yu Mei, if it weren't for the special circumstances, we'd go into the woods."
Yu Mei blushed, knowingly asking, "What for? It's broad daylight, don't be so indecent."
The man chuckled, "I really want to prick your peach blossom again. Your flower is so tender, so full of moisture, every time you squeeze it makes my soul fly away."
Yu Mei blushed deeply, her small fists pounding the man's back, and she said in a sweet voice, "Brother Ji, don't say any more, I'm going to get angry." As she spoke, she looked around, afraid that someone would hear their shameful affair.
The man's passion surged, his hands grasping her buttocks, and he kissed her red lips. Yu Mei struggled a few times, then stopped resisting, letting him take liberties with her. Soon, she opened her small mouth, letting the man taste her tongue, swallowing her saliva, herself almost losing her senses in the pleasure between them.
After a while, the two separated. The man said, "Let's go, your father is too terrifying."
Yu Mei's heart skipped a beat; she knew her father's character all too well. When a servant accidentally spilled tea on him, he flew into a rage and ordered the servant's arm chopped off. When a maid washed his feet, he complained the water was too cold, berated her for her poor service, and slapped her on the head, killing her instantly.
If her father caught her and brought Tang Ji back after their elopement, she wouldn't be so badly hurt, but Tang Ji would be in deep trouble. She wondered what cruel methods her father would devise to torture him. One thing was certain: he wouldn't kill him easily; her father would slowly kill him.
The two remounted their horses and galloped forward. Entering the forest path, they turned two corners. As they rounded the third corner, Tang Ji suddenly heard Yu Mei scream from behind. He turned around to see Yu Mei's horse had collapsed, and Yu Mei was falling forward. Tang Ji was shocked. He leaped from his horse and rushed towards Yu Mei with incredible speed and grace. But in a flash, Yu Mei was already in someone else's arms. The person tumbled twice in the air before landing on the ground.
Tang Ji looked closely and cried out, "Father, it's you!"
A few feet away stood an old man, burly with a dark red face and a white beard. He had just finished immobilizing Yu Mei and handed her over to someone else.
Tang Ji then noticed that seven or eight people were already standing around his father, two of them holding long ropes. Looking at Yu Mei's horse, it lay on the ground, its front legs broken—undoubtedly the work of those two men. He had thought he could escape this time, but he had been captured again.
Seeing Yu Mei unconscious and in their hands, Tang Ji was filled with anxiety, bitterness, anger, and pain. He couldn't think of a solution, so he gripped the hilt of his sword, pondering how to reclaim his beloved.
Tang Ji's adoptive father, Tang Yunchang, glared at Tang Ji and shouted, "You unfilial son! Master Dongfang has been incredibly kind to us, yet you show no gratitude and instead commit such an unrighteous act! Are you even human?! Come back with me and apologize to Master Dongfang!" He then touched the hilt of his sword.
Even if Tang Ji was foolish, he wouldn't fight his adoptive father. His mind raced; he knew he was doomed. He couldn't escape, and even his own life was in danger!
He knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, and pleaded with his adoptive father through tears, "You know that Miss and I are truly in love. Can you bear to see us separated? You've always been kind to me and Qiuyu; please, have mercy and grant us our wish!"
Tang Yunchang's heart ached, and his eyes welled up with tears. He composed himself and said to the servants beside him, "Take Miss back first. I'll handle things here."
The servants agreed, led a horse out from behind a tree, and carried Miss Dongfang Qiuyu towards the manor.
This scene broke Tang Ji's heart. He jumped up, wanting to draw his sword to stop them, but Tang Yunchang leaped forward, blocking his way, and angrily said, "If you have the guts, kill me first!"
Tang Ji cried out, "No, no, Godfather, even if I had a thousand lives, I wouldn't dare offend you."
Tang Yunchang took a breath and said, "Ji'er, you can't fight city hall. I think you should come back with me. Godfather will plead for you, and I believe the manor lord won't kill you." Tang
Ji smiled bitterly, "He won't kill me, but he'll make me suffer worse than death. Don't you know his character? I've made up my mind; I'd rather die than go back."
Tang Yunchang said, "Then don't blame Godfather for being ruthless." He then drew his sword.
Tang Ji laughed wildly, "Father, you raised me! I can never repay your great kindness. Today I'll give you my life so you can report back to the Master. Anyway, I don't want to live anymore after losing Qiu Yu."
Tang Yunchang slammed his sword into the ground with a "whoosh," and angrily cursed, "Nonsense! How old are you? How could you think of death? How can a man die for a woman? You have no backbone!" Then, he couldn't speak, clearly unsure how to handle the situation.
Tang Ji knelt down again and said, "Father, kill me. I won't blame you. I don't want to put you in a difficult position."
Tang Yunchang paced back and forth, deeply conflicted. How could he bring himself to kill his own child? Taking him back? It was better to kill him. He knew the Master's ruthlessness better than anyone. The poor child, why was he so foolish to do something so heartbreaking?
After much hesitation, Tang Yunchang pulled a bag from his robes and tossed it to Tang Ji, saying, "Go quickly, go as far as you can. Take this bag; there's some money in it, you'll need it."
Tang Ji hadn't expected his adoptive father to let him go, as his adoptive father always obeyed the manor lord without question, demonstrating the deep bond between father and son, which was incomparable in crucial moments.
Tang Ji kowtowed several times to Tang Yunchang, saying, "Adoptive father, if I leave, how will you explain to the manor lord?"
Tang Yunchang waved his hand, saying, "Get lost, you don't need to worry about my affairs."
Tang Ji stood up and said to Tang Yunchang, "Take care, adoptive father." He picked up the bag, jumped onto his horse, turned the horse around, and said again, "Adoptive father, please take care of Qiuyu. Your unfilial son bids farewell." With that, he galloped away, his heart broken.
Tang Yunchang watched Tang Ji's retreating figure, tears streaming down his face. The child he had raised for eight years, not his own, yet closer than a biological son, would he ever see him again? He had poured so much heart and soul into him; his sudden departure left him feeling as if his heart had flown away with his child.
Meanwhile, Tang Ji spurred his horse forward at breakneck speed. He didn't know where he was going; he only wanted to escape this place of sorrow. He knew he couldn't take Qiu Yu with him; he couldn't rescue her with his abilities. Was he really going to watch her marry someone else? "I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!" The thought of her being captured and taken back filled him with anguish, and tears streamed down his face, splashing onto his clothes and horse.
Just then, a gust of wind rose overhead, and a figure fell headfirst from a large tree, wielding a knife in both hands, lunging at Tang Ji. Startled, Tang Ji jerked his horse aside, barely dodging the terrifying blow.
The man stopped and sneered, "Good lad, you're something else, managing to dodge this."
Tang Ji, sitting on his horse, wiped away his tears, staring at the man opposite him, a chill running down his spine. The man was thin, around thirty years old, with a sharp, angular face, and a fierce glint in his triangular eyes. He held a short knife in his right hand, slightly turned outwards, as if ready to pounce at any moment.
Tang Ji recognized him. This man was Wu Shan, known as "The Deadly Blade," the top lieutenant of Dongfang Ba, the master of Crouching Tiger Manor, and a renowned assassin in the martial world. It was said that few could escape his blade.
He had been hired by Dongfang Ba with a large sum of money to work at the manor. Originally from Liaodong, he had been hunted by righteous people a few years ago and had no choice but to come to the manor as a refuge. Unlike Tang Yunchang and the others, he wasn't a guard at the manor, but rather Dongfang Ba's assistant. Whenever a difficult opponent needed to be dealt with, Wu Shan was called upon.
Tang Ji knew his chances of survival were slim. He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wu Shan and said, "Brother Wu, are you up so early to practice martial arts? I have business to attend to and cannot accompany you. Please make way."
Wu Shan arrogantly curled his lip, brandished the short knife in his hand, and sneered, "The Master has ordered your head to be taken. The Master is truly clever; he knew that Elder Tang Yun would surely let you go, so he sent me here to wait for you and send you on your way."
Upon hearing this, Tang Ji forced a few laughs and said, "Is it the Master who wants to kill me, or are you going to kill me? Do you think I don't know? You've been eyeing Qiu Yu
all along." These words struck a nerve with Wu Shan. The moment he entered the manor and saw Dongfang Qiu Yu for the first time, he was captivated. He had never been interested in women, but this time he was tempted. He knew that the young lady was close to Tang Ji, and therefore, he hated Tang Ji to the core. Today, the manor lord's order wasn't to kill Tang Ji, but to capture him alive and bring him back to the manor. However, Wu Shan didn't want to capture him alive; he only wanted to finish him off with a single blow.
Wu Shan shouted, "Enough nonsense, come and face your death!" With that, he moved forward, a contemptuous smile flashing in his eyes, like a cat eyeing a mouse. Needless to say, he already considered Tang Ji his for the taking.
It's no wonder Wu Shan thought this way. Everyone in the manor knew that Tang Ji's martial arts were learned from his adoptive father, Tang Yunchang, who was only a second-rate figure in the martial world. Imagine, how good could a disciple be taught by such a master? Naturally, he wouldn't even reach second-rate.
Wu Shan had fought Tang Yunchang before; Tang Yunchang couldn't even last twenty rounds against him. Could Tang Ji be better than his adoptive father? That was impossible. Dealing with such a person would be an insult to Wu Shan's reputation and his swift blade.
Tang Ji knew today was a near-death experience, but he wouldn't give up easily. He leaped off his horse, filled with grief and indignation, drew his sword, assumed a fighting stance, held it horizontally against his chest, and glared at Wu Shan, shouting, "Wu, come on!
I'm not afraid of you!"
Wu Shan pointed his sword at Tang Ji, chuckling, and said, "Tang Ji, do you have any last words? I can pass them on to your godfather."
Tang Ji snorted and said, "You should leave your last words first! As I see it, you won't even see the sun today."
It was still early, and the sun wouldn't rise for a long time.
Wu Shan cursed, "Nonsense, you overestimate yourself. This day next year will be your death anniversary!" As he spoke, the tip of his sword trembled, and he moved forward, thrusting like a venomous snake towards Tang Ji's heart.
Before the sword arrived, a chilling aura preceded it, making Tang Ji tremble.
He dared not be careless, dodging to the side, and at the same time, his right hand swung, sweeping the sword across Wu Shan's throat. This sword strike was fast and ruthless, forcing Wu Shan to parry in self-defense. A chill ran through him; he hadn't expected this young punk to be so ruthless. It was immediately clear he was stronger than his adoptive father.
In the first round, Wu Shan gained no advantage. He wanted to use his swift blade to kill his opponent as quickly as possible, but Tang Ji understood his intention and adopted an offensive-defensive tactic, forcing Wu Shan to remain passive and unable to use his swift blade.
Tang Ji's sword strikes were swift, one after another, giving Wu Shan no chance to breathe. Each strike aimed at Wu Shan's vital points, making Wu Shan look rather disheveled. Wu Shan, being a seasoned veteran, knew his opponent's plan. He steadied himself, sometimes retreating, sometimes sidestepping, wielding his blade like a wall, preventing his opponent from breaking through his defenses. After twenty rounds, seeing no effect, Tang Ji grew anxious. He knew that if this continued, his chances of survival were slim. He considered how to achieve a surprise victory, but his martial arts were far inferior to his opponent's.
Wu Shan watched coldly, observing Tang Ji's expression and knowing he was agitated, secretly pleased with himself. Suddenly, he leaped backward, several feet away, and before Tang Ji could react, Wu Shan's blade moved with lightning speed, viciously attacking him, each strike aimed to kill. This was his most prized technique: a rapid swordsmanship.
His blade was incredibly fast, capable of unleashing several strikes in a single move. Most terrifyingly, because the blade was so fast, it was impossible to predict which part of the body each strike would target; yet
, the slightest hesitation meant certain death. This barrage of attacks forced Tang Ji to retreat repeatedly, sustaining several cuts on his arms and thighs—thankfully, all superficial. Tang Ji grew increasingly anxious, unsure how to respond. He could only mimic Wu Shan's earlier actions, frantically wielding his sword, enveloping himself in a blur of blades, focusing solely on self-preservation, regardless of the opponent's techniques. Surprisingly, this tactic worked quite well; Wu Shan couldn't break through.
Enraged, Wu Shan, seeing he couldn't defeat him, changed his swordsmanship, his body spinning around Tang Ji, faster and faster, until it became a blue circle. With each rotation, he unleashed several strikes at Tang Ji, the clanging of swords transforming into continuous, long sounds. Tang Ji, caught in the middle, gritted his teeth and endured immense pressure, using his adoptive father's mediocre swordsmanship to resist Wu Shan's rapid attacks. Despite being at a disadvantage, he remained spirited, refusing to show weakness. Even Wu Shan was somewhat impressed by this tough guy.
Tang Ji knew that if this continued, he would surely die. If it weren't for his superior lightness skill, agility, and quick reflexes, he would already be lying dead on the ground. He couldn't fight like this; he had to change the situation.
As soon as his opponent slowed down a bit, Tang Ji saw an opening and leaped up, performing a "crane soaring into the sky" maneuver towards a nearby tree. He wanted to use the trees to save his life and take advantage of his position. He thought to himself, "No matter how fast your blade is, if you can't catch a glimpse of him, you're helpless.
" Seeing him escape, Wu Shan wasn't about to let him go. He chased after him relentlessly, shouting, "Trying to run away from me? You're dreaming!"
By the time he reached the tree, Tang Ji had already disappeared behind it.
This was a forest, which grew denser towards the north, with many trees that would take several people to encircle. When he first entered the forest, Wu Shan could still catch a glimpse of Tang Ji, but after a few rounds of hide-and-seek, he could no longer see him.
Wu Shan gripped his knife, crouched low, and cautiously circled the area for a long time, but couldn't find a single clue. He knew his opponent was nearby, and might launch a sneak attack at any moment.
The forest was quiet, with only the rustling of Wu Shan's footsteps on the leaves. After wandering around for a long time without any results, Wu Shan angrily cursed, "You bastard, you son of a bitch, you son of a turtle, I'll curse your ancestors! If you don't come out, I'll set the forest on fire and roast you like a duck."
Wu Shan's shrill voice echoed through the forest, relentlessly. But no matter how fiercely he cursed, the other party remained silent. Clearly, the other was clever enough to know it was a provocation and wouldn't fall for it.
Wu Shan unleashed his fury, using every insult he knew, a torrent of curses flowing freely. He had never cursed anyone so heroically in his life. It could be said that this display of cursing prowess was unprecedented, and likely to remain so. His throat was hoarse from shouting, but the other party still didn't move. He hadn't expected this seemingly ordinary young man to be so cunning and persistent; he had clearly underestimated him. Just as he was at
his wit's end, he turned his head and saw a corner of clothing peeking out from behind a large tree a few feet away. Wu Shan was secretly delighted, thinking, "You brat, you've been playing tricks on me for ages, just wait and see how I deal with you!"
To avoid alerting the enemy, he first walked to the left front, his gaze fixed straight ahead, cursing, "Damn it! You
little bastard, if I don't find you soon, I'm leaving!" He walked until he was almost parallel to the tree, then suddenly turned and lunged at it like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

Wu Shan saw that corner of clothing again, his face flushed with excitement, thinking, "Kid, this time I'll cut you and the tree into four pieces." With a thought, he moved, unleashing the fastest and most venomous strike of his life, slashing at the clothing. The blade sliced through the clothing and then embedded itself in the tree trunk. The tree was so large that three people could barely encircle it; the blade was embedded in the tree, but it didn't hit the man.
"I've been tricked, I've been played." Just as Wu Shan realized this, a gust of wind rose behind him, so fast and fierce, seemingly even faster than his swift blade. Before Wu Shan could even move, a sword pierced his back, pinning him to a tree.
Needless to say, it was Tang Ji who did it. After entering the woods and hiding for a while, he realized hiding wasn't a solution, so he took off his outer garment and hid it behind a tree, luring Wu Shan into the trap. Unexpectedly, Wu Shan, in his rage, actually fell for it. As Wu Shan chopped at the tree, Tang Ji emerged from behind another tree and delivered a fatal blow.
Tang Ji let out a long breath. In his final moments, Wu Shan suddenly turned around and said in a weak but venomous voice, "Fuck you! You ambushed me, I'll haunt you even in death!"
Though his eyes were dim, they still held a murderous glint, causing Tang Ji to release his sword and take a few steps back.
After a long while, seeing that Wu Shan remained still, he finally pulled out his sword. The corpse lay on the ground; Tang Ji didn't want to look at him again. His open eyes were truly chilling. He intended to leave immediately, but after a few steps, he turned back. He thought he would desperately need money on this trip, and Wu Shan might have some. Suppressing his disgust and revulsion, he searched Wu Shan thoroughly, only to find something wrapped in several layers of oilcloth close to his chest. This piqued Tang Ji's curiosity; what could it be that he treasured it so much?
When he carefully opened it, he found two books inside, titled "The Mad Wind Sword Manual." These four words made Tang Ji's spirits lift, and he almost cried out. He had heard many times that the "Mad Wind Sword Manual" was a martial arts treasure, and that its owner, Lu Mad Wind, had once been invincible with the Mad Wind Sword. Many years ago, after Lu Mad Wind mysteriously disappeared, his sword manual became the coveted item of the martial arts world. He never imagined it would be on Wu Shan.
Tang Ji suppressed his excitement and glanced at the books. The two books together totaled only about thirty pages, containing just twenty-four moves. This made him doubt: Could such a few moves really be so powerful? Perhaps it wasn't the real thing?
After a moment's hesitation, he carefully wrapped the sword manual and tucked it into his robes. He walked out of the woods, mounted his horse, and glanced in the direction of Crouching Tiger Manor, a pang of sorrow gripping his heart. He thought of his beloved, who couldn't fly with him, and how he might lose her forever. The pain made him want to kill himself. Thinking of his adoptive father, he couldn't help but feel sad. His adoptive father had been incredibly kind to him, yet he had failed him. Fortunately, his adoptive father didn't know about that matter; otherwise, he would have been furious! However, it wasn't entirely his fault!
Tang Ji composed himself and galloped south. He bought a new outfit in a small town ahead, fed his horse, and
after a short rest, he galloped off again. He dared not linger, fearing he would be targeted by the mad dogs of Crouching Tiger Manor.
He was initially unsure where to go, but after much deliberation, he decided to try his luck in the capital. It was where Qiu Yu was to marry, and also where he had spent his childhood. Although he was young when he left, his memory was remarkably sharp. He had memories from the age of five, experiencing the hardships of life far too early. It was there that he met his adoptive father, Tang Yunchang; without him, it was uncertain whether he would have survived to this day.
That year, Tang Yunchang was sent to the capital on business by the manor lord. On his return, near the east gate of the capital, he heard a group of people shouting and crying, their voices filled with sorrow and desolation. Curious, Tang Yunchang wondered what had happened. Following the sound, he saw a group of beggars gathered outside a house; some were squatting, while many more were banging on the door.
Tang Yunchang went closer and saw a young beggar, about ten years old, lying on the ground, his face flushed red, unresponsive to their calls. Tang Yunchang asked what was wrong. A middle-aged beggar recounted the events in broken sentences.
This little beggar was one of them. Orphaned and still a baby, he was found by an old beggar at a corner of an alley, and from then on, he became the youngest beggar. From the moment he could walk, he begged from house to house like everyone else. Unlike other beggars who kowtowed and spoke at length, this child simply explained his purpose and then said nothing more. He didn't complain if people didn't give him anything, but seeing how young he was, most people felt sorry for him.
Each time, he would share what he received with everyone, except for what he used himself. Therefore, all the beggars in his group liked him. Everyone praised him for his kindness and righteousness, saying he would surely grow up to be a hero.
This time, after returning from begging, he fainted as soon as he entered the dilapidated temple. Everyone rushed over and saw that his head was burning hot and his breathing was labored; experienced people immediately knew he was seriously ill. They tried all sorts of folk remedies, but to no avail, so they hurriedly carried him to seek medical help.
The doctor, named Sun Daotong, was renowned in the capital, often treating princes, nobles, and high-ranking officials. They came here because it was nearby and his medical skills were excellent. However, upon knocking on the door, a voice from inside said that to receive treatment, they first needed to pay five taels of silver.
The group of beggars had no such money. They became agitated; some kicked and punched the door, cursing him for being inhuman. Others wept, calling out the name of the young beggar, thinking he was doomed and beyond saving.
Tang Yunchang, upon hearing this, flew into a rage. He told the beggars, "Wait here, I'll go get him."
With that, he leaped over the wall, and the door opened shortly. There stood Tang Yunchang, holding the doctor's wrist; the doctor was grimacing, his expression quite comical. Needless to say, Tang Yunchang had used force.
The renowned doctor was indeed extraordinary; in no time, he cured the ailment. Tang Yunchang didn't mistreat the doctor, casually tossing him ten taels of silver and saying, "When I feel unwell, I'll come to you too."
The doctor was outwardly polite, but inwardly thought, "It's best not to come to such a fierce man."
Tang Yunchang found an inn, settled the child there, and took meticulous care of him; the child quickly recovered.
Tang Yunchang asked, "Child, what's your surname? What's your name?"
The child, with his bright black eyes, replied, "My name is Xiao Ji, I don't know my surname. Uncle, what's your honorable name?"
After Tang Yunchang told him, the child said, "Uncle Tang, you saved my life, I'll definitely ask people for lots of good food and give it all to you."
Tang Yunchang was surprised that such a young child spoke so sweetly and liked him from the bottom of his heart. He was already over forty and still had no children. He wanted to take the child home as his son, but he didn't know if the child would agree. He told the child his thoughts, and the child said he would have to ask Uncle Huazi and his relatives. When the beggars were gathered together and told, they were all overjoyed for Don Quixote.
Amidst the jubilation, the child was given a name: "Don Quixote".
Tang Yunchang excitedly led his child out of the pass, embarking on the journey to Wohu Manor. The manor was located far south of the Songhua River, in a remote place, yet in the martial arts world, Wohu Manor was as famous as Feilong Fortress and Baihe Ridge, all renowned martial arts families. The three leaders were highly respected figures in the martial arts world, revered heroes by many. They all possessed extraordinary martial arts skills and abilities, playing crucial roles in numerous campaigns against the underworld, earning them the respect of even major sects like Shaolin, Wudang, Huashan, and Taishan.
When Tang Yunchang led the child back to the manor, the usually stern Dongfang Ba surprisingly smiled and even rewarded the child with some clothes. In Tang Ji's young mind, Dongfang Ba left a deep impression, not for any other reason than the large tiger-skin chair he sat in. A man sat there, exuding an air of authority, with so many people at his beck and call—truly a powerful figure. This reminded Tang Ji of his days in the Beggars' Sect, where their leader, known for his imposing manner.
Tang Ji had a thought: he wanted to sit in that chair. He didn't know what that chair represented, nor did he know that there were many chairs in the martial arts world that carried far greater weight. He also couldn't imagine that he would later sit in many more magnificent chairs.
That day, Tang Yunchang brought his child to see his wife, Lin Fang. Lin Fang was from beyond the Great Wall, skilled in martial arts, tall and robust, with red lips and white teeth. She was only in her early thirties, possessing a mature and alluring charm, like a juicy peach. Every time Dongfang Ba saw her, his heart would itch; if not for his reservations, he would have already made his move.
Lin Fang saw that her child was handsome, strong, and had a pleasant voice, and happily held him in her arms, calling him "son." That evening, Lin Fang prepared food and wine, and drank with her husband. Little Tang Ji sat at the table, feasting on the food. He had never eaten so much delicious food in his life. But he still carefully observed the adults' expressions before eating. The couple drank their wine, gazing at their newborn son, feeling immense joy.
When it was time for bed, they took the child to the outer room. It was a small room, very clean. After the child fell asleep, the two returned to their own bed. Looking at his wife, whose face was flushed and radiant with spring, Tang Yunchang's heart was filled with desire. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and he couldn't wait to embrace his beloved wife. He wanted to show his deep love for her through his actions.
Lin Fang touched Tang Yunchang's crotch; his penis was already erect. Through the thin trousers, warmth was felt. That thing seemed to throb, wanting to do something.
Lin Fang chuckled and said, "Brother Yun, it's getting naughty, trying to do something bad."
Tang Yunchang kissed Lin Fang's pretty face and said, "It's hungry, it wants to eat, hurry up and feed it."
Lin Fang smiled at her husband, unbuckled his belt, and reached her hand inside. She wanted to more carefully assess its value, to see if it had the ability to conquer her.
Tang Yunchang was excited by his wife's touch; his member trembled and moved, hard as iron, desperately needing a wet little hole to soak in.
Tang Yunchang kissed his wife's lips, nibbling at her red lips for a while. His hands climbed up her two breasts, kneading them vigorously, so passionately and tenderly, that Lin Fang snorted, her lower body already wet.
She pushed her husband away forcefully, stripped naked first, then took out her husband's penis, playing with it with it lovingly. The glans was swollen to almost the size of a baby's fist, its dark red color and single, menacing appearance utterly terrifying. Lin Fang thought of the pleasure it had given her, and her juices flowed even more freely.
Tang Yunchang glanced at his wife's body, his lust reaching its peak. Unlike the fair, tofu-like skin of southern women, Lin Fang's body was smooth, strong, and firm, her proportions perfectly balanced. Her breasts were high and firm, with pointed nipples that made one's hands and mouth itch. The long, thick black hair below her abdomen obscured her genitals, only fueling the intense desire to explore. Her thighs were remarkably long, straight, and shapely, gleaming with a soft sheen; the base of her thighs was already wet with her fluids.
"Wife, lie down, I want to go inside," Tang Yunchang gasped.
"Come on, I want you, I want you to fuck me hard." Lin Fang obediently lay flat on the kang, her legs spread wide so her husband could clearly see her beautiful figure. Her face was as red as autumn maple leaves, her shy and excited appearance was intoxicating.
Tang Yunchang took off his clothes and knelt between Lin Fang's legs, carefully examining that area. He parted her pubic hair, revealing two plump, tender lips that were parted, from which water was flowing continuously! It had soaked her anus. Tang Yunchang was excited by the sight, so he knelt down, raised Lin Fang's buttocks, and placed them on his chest. Lin Fang's lower body was now fully exposed to his eyes: her small hole was open, her anus was dazzling, and her buttocks were so clean that they could almost reflect his own image.
"Wife, you are so beautiful, I love you to death." As he spoke, Tang Yunchang held her buttocks with both hands, lowered his head, and pressed his mouth to her flower hole, sucking on it with a "slurp" sound, his greed as if he were eating the best meal in the world.
"Brother Yun, I feel so good! You're licking so well." Lin Fang's body trembled, her arms flailing wildly, her mouth wide open, panting and moaning loudly, her face full of lust, as alluring as could be. Her hazy eyes gazed at her husband, filled with anticipation and desire.
Tang Yunchang took Lin Fang's clitoris in his mouth, biting, pulling, twisting, and licking, causing Lin Fang to moan repeatedly, begging for mercy: "Brother Yun, hurry up, your wife is being tortured to death by you. If you don't come, I'll hate you to death."
Tang Yunchang was very pleased to hear this, and raised his wet mouth and said: "How's your manly skill?"
Lin Fang snorted: "Brother Yun, your mouth skills are even better than martial arts!"
Tang Yunchang laughed and kissed Lin Fang's tender, red flesh beautifully, his tongue like a snake's tongue, sometimes lightly sweeping, sometimes heavily licking, making Lin Fang's body almost explode.
"Brother Yun, stop licking! I can't take it anymore, just put it in!" Lin Fang begged again, unable to bear it any longer.
Tang Yun Chang put Lin Fang down, his dark, muscular penis erect, and moved towards her wet, jade-like opening. It was already a muddy mess, her lips opening and closing on their own, burning
with impatience. The glans probed the entrance a few times, and with a "whoosh," it went in halfway, then with a thrust, it was fully inside. The hard glans pressed against her trembling clitoris, causing both of them to cry out in pleasure.
Tang Yun Chang panted as he thrust in and out, his eyes filled with the courage and pleasure of charging into battle, the muscles in his buttocks undulating, displaying the strength of his struggle. Lin Fang, meanwhile, wrapped her arms around the man's neck, her thighs around his waist, moaning softly and heavily, each sound making the man disregard everything, willing to die for her.
The thick, long thing moved in and out of the fleshy hole, the tender flesh inside appearing and disappearing intermittently. A thin stream of clear, sticky fluid oozed from their joined bodies, flowing silently down their buttocks, making their anuses glisten with a crystalline sheen. The flesh of her buttocks trembled slightly with Tang Yunchang's movements, a truly alluring sight.
Tang Yunchang thrust hundreds of times in one go, feeling incredibly pleasurable from the tightness of the small hole. He lay on top of Lin Fang, fucking her while caressing her two trembling breasts, occasionally sucking on her nipples. He thought Lin Fang's breasts were beautifully shaped.
After a while, Tang Yunchang lightly bit one of her nipples and said, "Wife, let's try a doggy-style position." With that, he got off her.
Lin Fang said softly, "We're not dogs, why do we always use such unsightly positions?"
Tang Yunchang laughed, "Who cares about the position, as long as it's comfortable!"
Lin Fang obeyed, kneeling down and raising her buttocks high, her two plump buttocks displaying their beauty in an extremely alluring way. Her buttocks cleft became prominent, and her two small openings were fully visible. They were both glistening with moisture, tempting Tang Yunchang to love them!
Tang Yunchang patted Lin Fang's big buttocks; they were so smooth and firm, with an excellent feel. Tang Yunchang then probed and groped Lin Fang's little hole with his fingers for a long time, making his hands wet.
Finally, he licked his fingers and exclaimed, "So fragrant! So fragrant!"
Lin Fang laughed and scolded, "Are you crazy? You always have to drink other people's water."
Tang Yunchang chuckled and said, "Who told you it's so delicious!"
With that, he gripped his large rod, aimed at the dripping opening, and forcefully thrust it in, making Lin Fang let out an "Ah!"—a sound that represented pleasure and satisfaction.
Then, Tang Yunchang held Lin Fang's waist and vigorously thrust into her, his momentum almost killing her.
"Wife, you're so tight, so beautiful!" Tang Yunchang exclaimed.
"Brother Yun, your thing is so hard, it's going to kill me. Ah! Good, now you've hit the spot."
The two of them were enjoying themselves while exchanging sweet nothings, finding it very amusing, enjoying not only physical satisfaction but also mental entertainment.
After a while, Lin Fang asked Tang Yunchang to lie down, saying she wanted to ride him like a horse. Tang Yunchang obeyed and lay flat on the kang. His manhood stood erect below his waist, like a flagpole, covered in her juices from top to bottom.
Lin Fang stroked the adorable thing, saying, "It's so ugly, yet so capable. It must have ruined so many women!" As she spoke, she aimed it at her opening and slowly lowered it. In the blink of an eye, the long thing disappeared into the hairy undergrowth.
Lin Fang felt incredibly beautiful, riding on the man, feeling like the master, as proud as a man with a woman. She was the one with the man now; why should we women always be the ones suffering on the bottom!
Lin Fang was smug, swaying her plump buttocks, feeling the large penis moving inside her. This feeling was wonderful; even immortality couldn't compare. As she moved, Lin Fang stroked her full breasts; her nipples were already hard as beans.
Just as she was getting into it, she turned her head and noticed a pair of bright eyes watching them from the doorway!
She was startled, but when she saw it was Don Quixote, she laughed again. Instead of stopping, she wiggled her hips even more wantonly, making their bodies rub together faster to achieve more pleasure.
She wasn't afraid of him; he was just a little boy, not yet a man. But having someone watching made her feel both joyful and shy, and also very excited and thrilled—it was a wonderful feeling.

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