Chapter 118

Feng Yi only felt his back bones about to snap, blood rushed to his face, his head buzzed, and turning his head he saw the Golden Wheel National Master just having taken back the golden wheel in his hand, smiling as he looked at himself.

Yin Kexi laughed hehe and said: "Great Monk, indeed formidable, formidable..." Having said that, he burst out laughing, happier than when he himself had struck to win.

It turned out that Feng Yi had killed his way into the midst of the army, Xiao Xiang Zi was severely injured and unable to fight further, while the Golden Wheel National Master, Ni Mo Xing, and Yin Kexi kept looking for chances to fell the enemy. However Feng Yi's martial arts were superb, his defenses flawless, with no opening to exploit.

But the Golden Wheel National Master is a peerless hero of the Mongols, accomplished in both civil and military affairs; among the three top masters, he not only has the highest martial arts, but also the deepest scheming.

He knew Feng Yi would ultimately not be able to resist tens of thousands of troops, and that he would eventually seek to escape, while Hu Bie Lie had already lowered the gate, and he is a master of martial arts.

Knowing Feng Yi wanted to push open the fence, at the instant he exerted force, his rear would inevitably be left undefended, so he had been storing energy, ready to launch, following Feng Yi on horseback behind him, waiting for him to punch and break the fence, then he would hurl the golden wheel in his hand, striking his back heart.

The golden wheel was one and a half chi in diameter, cast from gold mixed with platinum and other metals, with nine small balls hidden inside; however, the National Master seized the opportunity, his speed astonishing, the wheel flew out so fast that the tiny balls inside made not the slightest 'clang', and just as Feng Yi broke the fence, letting out an explosive sound, his attention diverted, he failed to notice it at all, and it struck squarely in his back.

The National Master's strike, though appearing ordinary, was suddenly extraordinary, like lightning and flint; even with the eyesight of Nimoxing and Yin Kexi, they could not see how he managed it, and Feng Yi had already been hit so hard he nearly fell from his horse.

The National Master's move was a carefully calculated plan, with timing, terrain, and human factors all in place, enabling a single strike to hit the enemy; its force was tremendous—even though Feng Yi wore the black silkworm armor and his internal energy was pure as a furnace fire, he was struck straight to the marrow, his throat sweet.

All this sounds lengthy, but it was merely an instant; Nimoxing even leapt up from his horse, like a pellet shooting forth, covering two zhang, waving his iron serpent straight at Feng Yi in a lunge.

He knew well that Feng Yi, having taken a strike from the Golden Wheel National Master, must be seriously injured, and intended to capture him to wipe away the shame of his recent defeat.

The National Master had long plotted; seeing his strike succeed, he was overjoyed and almost said, 'This brat, no matter how deep his internal energy, will surely be gravely wounded by my strike; I can capture him alone—why let the two share the credit?'

But then he thought, this brat surely possesses extraordinary skill, his martial arts are incredibly high; who knows if he has some means to turn defeat into victory? Better let this short, dark fellow test the waters first—no fear he'll fly to the heavens? Why should I rush ahead? If, under everyone's eyes, I suffer a setback and lose prestige, the loss would outweigh the gain.

Yin Kexi and he are both crafty men, so their thoughts are in sync; they did not seize the opportunity to advance.

This is what is called 'one oversight despite a hundred precautions,' unavoidable!

Feng Yi's vital point in the back was struck by the wheel, his qi and blood surged, and for that moment he lost his defensive power; if the three attacked together, it would be a matter of life or death for him.

However, only Nimoxing came forward; Feng Yi's eyes shot out a fierce light, he drew a deep breath, flicked his sleeve, and several threads of bright light shot from the cuff, aiming at Nimoxing's vital spots.

This was precisely his rarely used 'Ice Soul Silver Needles.'

Nimoxing had fought Feng Yi for a long time; he never imagined that such an expert would employ concealed weapons, and he was startled, moreover he was mid‑air, maneuvering difficult, so he hastily swung his iron serpent.

With a tinkling sound, several silver needles were knocked down, but he immediately felt numbness in his left leg and right foot.

Nimoxing's internal energy is profound, his hide tough as a wild boar's, yet Feng Yi's strength is immense and the Ice Soul Silver Needles are razor‑sharp; they instantly pierced his skin.

Yet Nimoxing is by nature brave and fierce; a slight wound means nothing to him, he launches the 'Śākyamuni Elephant‑Throwing Skill' to crash into Feng Yi and knock him from his horse.

But the poison on the Ice Soul Silver Needles is extraordinarily virulent; an ordinary person need only touch it slightly to die of poison, let alone the needle entering flesh, where the toxin mingles with blood—even a martial arts master of deep skill will go limp throughout the body within moments, and even with an antidote the treatment will be painful; though Nimoxing's internal and external abilities far exceed those of ordinary people, he too cannot endure it, his whole body suddenly went numb and limp, he fell with a thud, and only then did he realize the opponent's concealed‑weapon poison was extraordinarily deadly.

Since Feng Yi obtained the Ice Soul Silver Needles, he had never used them against a master; now he tried them for the first time, and indeed they were peerlessly sharp.

Nimoxing's martial arts are so formidable that he collapsed instantly; if it were anyone else, there would be no chance of survival. 'Eh!' Yin Kexi also exclaimed in surprise, lashing out with his golden dragon whip to pull Nimoxing up from the ground, lest he be trampled by horse hooves.

Nimoxing was furious and shouted, 'Stinking Feng Yi, you sneak‑attack and wound people—no true hero!'

Feng Yi replied gently, 'You are a hero, then why do so many people gang up on me alone?'

This question hit the mark; one must know that although Nimoxing is rough and undisciplined, he is very proud; today, treating a youngster this way is the first time for him.

His face was already dark, now it swelled black‑red, like scorched pig liver, and he snapped, 'Heretical ways, poisoning concealed weapons!'

Yin Kexi sighed, shook his head, and said, 'Nimoxing brother, alas, you have bravery in excess but lack adaptability; facing a deceitful opponent, you are bound to suffer some loss—still, hurry and detoxify.'

Nimoxing said no more, hastily withdrew the silver needles and circulated his energy to resist the poison.

The National Master's twin wheels struck, their sound like a dragon's roar, continuous and enduring; he said, 'Great Hero Feng, today you cannot escape even if you grew wings—better surrender.'

Feng Yi gave a cold laugh, flicked his robe sleeves, and threw another set of silver needles at the National Master, aiming precisely at all his vital points, not missing by a hair.

The National Master, a grandmaster of his generation, though he saw the concealed weapons thrown with superb skill and inwardly praised them, felt no fear; he stamped his feet, his body shot up like a firework rocket, over a zhang high, the needles flashed past beneath his feet, but before he could land, he heard behind him the neighing of horses and shouts of men, a continual thudding—his Mongolian soldiers and horses behind him could not dodge the Ice Soul Silver Needles as he could.

Yet the National Master is no easy opponent; while airborne, his right hand sent the golden wheel flying again, like a rainbow spanning the sky, striking Feng Yi's back; his left hand launched the silver wheel, chasing the moon, aiming at the left leg of Feng Yi's mount.

As the National Master threw both wheels, he shifted his weight in mid‑air, preparing to land on his own steed moving forward—unexpectedly, the horse gave a thud and collapsed to the ground.

It turned out Feng Yi had shot a silver needle at the National Master, then used his finger‑flick divine power to flick another silver needle into the horse's face, piercing deep into the brain; this Mongolian warhorse was instantly poisoned and collapsed dead.

At the same moment, Feng Yi shot another silver needle toward Yin Kexi's direction; Yin Kexi could only pull Nimoxing aside, twisting and dodging to avoid the needle attack.

Feng Yi kept firing Ice Soul Silver Needles, and the pursuers' advance was thereby hampered for a moment.

At that instant the sound of wheels whirring was heard; the golden and silver wheels flew together toward Feng Yi and his mount, everyone felt great delight, for Feng Yi had no weapon in hand, he could block the wheels aimed at his body but could not parry those aimed at his horse's legs.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yi reached into his bosom and produced a length of golden light several zhang long, clinking and chiming, which swept away the incoming golden and silver wheels outright; the golden light shot up into the sky, while a mass of silver light struck a Mongolian rider, smashing him from his horse.

Yin Kexi saw it clearly and shouted, 'That's my whip!'

The National Master's foot touched the ground, he leapt up again, caught his own golden wheel, landed on a Mongolian soldier's horse, then leapt forward once more, bending to pick up his silver wheel.

His reaction speed was astonishing; among the Mongolian cavalry's steeds he darted back and forth, keeping his weapons from being lost, his lightness of movement truly admirable—yet he showed no joy, his face darkened, and he said, 'Today we must not let him escape!'

'National Master, please help me retrieve my whip!' Yin Kexi said.

While they spoke, they changed mounts and, amid the shouts of the Mongolian soldiers, pursued again; they knew Feng Yi had been struck by the National Master's wheel and must be suffering, and as martial‑arts masters joining forces to capture one man, it would indeed be a great loss of face, a shameless act, yet it also shows how seriously they regard this operation to capture Feng Yi—they are determined not to return empty‑handed.

Several cavalrymen who had drawn near Feng Yi, just as they were about to attack, Feng Yi swung his arm; the golden dragon whip swept three riders away, they collided with others, bones broke, and they fell from their horses.

Seeing Feng Yi's god‑like valor, the Mongolian troops were shocked, needless to say; the National Master and the two others exchanged glances, their faces changed, and they all thought simultaneously: 'This brat took the National Master's full‑force wheel strike—how does he still have such strength?'

They did not know that Feng Yi's internal‑energy foundation came from the Divine Illumination Skill, and he had also cultivated the Nine Yin Divine Skill; though he had not yet reached the state of pure furnace fire, he wore the black silkworm armor; although his vital point in the back had taken the National Master's heavy, forceful wheel strike, for a short time he would not lose his power to resist.

The Mongolian archers bent their bows, clamped their horses, and let loose a rain of arrows toward Feng Yi; it seemed Feng Yi and his horse would become a porcupine, but who would have thought Feng Yi would swing the golden dragon whip, swift as a gale, making an area of several zhang impervious to wind and rain; he did not bother to protect people, only the horse, and the arrow rain was all swept to one side.

Yin Kexi gritted his teeth in anger; his own whip had become such a formidable weapon.

But the National Master saw an advantage and shouted, 'Flank left and right!' His internal energy is deep; amid the thunder of ten thousand galloping horses, everyone could hear him clearly.

The Mongolian cavalry split left and right, opened their wings, and advanced to encircle; once the formation closed, even if Feng Yi possessed heavenly abilities, he could not withstand the Mongolian troops firing from all four sides at once.

However, before entering the camp, Feng Yi had already surveyed the terrain; he knew that on a flat plain suitable for cavalry charges, only by fleeing into the mountains could he survive.

So he had long noticed the undulating mountain shadows to the south, spurred his horse forward, using the long whip to shield the mount; arrows could not harm it, and before long he had reached the foot of the mountain.

Feng Yi abandoned his horse and raced straight up the slope.

The great troop of cavalry, together with the National Master, Yin Kexi and the others, still gave chase, but when they reached the foot of the hill they all halted together.

The National Master saw that this hill was steep and rugged, his brows furrowed slightly, a hint of panic rose in his heart, for he had previously suffered a great loss here.

Nimoxing said hatefully, 'Great monk, let's also go up the mountain after him.' As he spoke, he glanced at Yin Kexi.

They are all grandmasters of their generation; when have they ever been in such a sorry state?

Yin Kexi sighed deeply and said: "Brother Ni Mo, even with the National Master, Brother Xiao Xiang, and the four of us combined, plus tens of thousands of troops, we still couldn't stop him. Going up the mountain into the forest, cavalry is useless, and you can't move your hands; can the two of us, me and the National Master, manage?"

He glanced at the National Master and saw him wearing a helpless expression, sighing, lowering his head and saying: "Today it's not to be; it's heaven's will!"

The National Master had always believed in fate; today he thought that relying on his own skills, plus the assistance of three top-tier experts, dealing with Feng Yi would be no problem.

Who would have thought that he would underestimate himself, launch a sneak attack, and after struggling for so long, Feng Yi would still escape.

Last time I chased him up the mountain, I lost the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill; if this time I go again with Yin Kexi, getting injured or losing my life goes without saying; if I still come back empty-handed, will I still have the face to be a person?

However, Ni Mo Xing's Shakya Tossing Elephant Skill was defeated by Feng Yi, and he also ingested the Ice Soul Silver Needle. Although he used internal force to suppress the poison, his legs still faintly ached, his chest burned with fierce fire, having no outlet, he shouted loudly: "You little thief, you bastard! Get out here quickly, let's fight to the death!"

Despite being poisoned, his loud shout remained mighty, shaking the mountains and forests, and the nearby Mongol soldiers heard a buzzing in their ears.

The National Master sneered: "Your legs are poisoned; why not think of a way to save yourself instead of showing off?"

Ni Mo Xing lowered his head and saw that both calves had swollen to the thickness of a bowl's mouth; he knew that using internal force to suppress the poison ultimately had little effect.

Actually, if after being poisoned he had immediately and calmly expelled the toxin, there might still have been a chance; however, he was jostling on horseback, his blood and qi accelerated, and given his internal cultivation, this was the result.

Ni Mo Xing knew that if he didn't get emergency treatment, his life would be in danger in an instant; he gritted his teeth, drew the iron snake from his waist, with two cracks he cut off both calves at once, blood spurted wildly, and he fainted.

Seeing his decisive courage, the National Master and others truly lived up to the saying "a brave man cuts off his wrist," and they greatly admired him.

Yin Kexi reached out and pressed the Qu Quan point at the bend of his knees and the Li Li point on his thigh, first stopping the bleeding, then taking out gold wound medicine and applying it to the wound, tearing off his outer clothing to bandage the severed leg.

Indian warriors generally practiced yoga, as well as techniques like lying on nail beds and sitting on knife racks to endure pain; Ni Mo Xing was an expert in these. Once the bleeding stopped, he said: "My poison is cleared; let's go chase Feng Yi, that bastard, and I'll chop off his two legs too."

The National Master gazed toward the mountain peak, thinking: "I have been invincible all my life, yet upon coming to the Central Plains I have suffered successive defeats at Feng Yi's hands. Today he endured a round from me; even if his internal strength were ten times deeper, he would surely be injured and would not regain his former vigor in the short term!"

"Why not take Yin Kexi and the others to relentlessly pursue and attack him, denying him time to heal peacefully? Even if it takes a month or a year of nonstop chasing, if we manage to chase him to death, no one in the world will be able to control me."

As the National Master's murderous intent arose, he was about to consult with Yin Kexi when suddenly the sound of horse hooves rang out, and a troop of cavalry came rushing in—it was Kublai Khan.

Jin Lun and the others went forward to report the situation, but saw Kublai Khan furrow his brow slightly, seeming somewhat helpless. Kublai Khan saw that Xiao Xiangzi was seriously injured and Ni Mo Xing was disabled; if the Golden Wheel National Master and Yin Kexi went to chase Feng Yi and there was another mishap, it would truly be a loss not worth the gain, so he could only suppress his inner anger and say: "Feng Yi is a talent, the foremost expert of the Central Plains, and full of tricks; today being able to deal him a crushing defeat and force him to flee is thanks to the National Master and company. The Central Plains have a saying: 'Do not pursue a desperate enemy.' Let's go back."

The National Master's psychological resilience was never strong; hearing Kublai Khan's words, he no longer insisted, and he also feared that he himself might suffer a mishap.

After returning to camp, Kublai Khan, in order to boost morale, actually held a grand banquet, never mentioning the National Master and others' failure to capture or kill Feng Yi, but constantly praising Ni Mo Xing's loyalty to his cause, resulting in his legs being disabled.

At the banquet, Ni Mo Xing took the seat of honor, repeatedly toasting with him; Ni Mo Xing felt grateful for the recognition, thinking that as long as he received another order, he would gladly go through fire and water, and onlookers were deeply moved as well.

……

Feng Yi charged up the slope, seeing no one behind him, suddenly he coughed up a large mouthful of blood, his body like a deflated ball, and he collapsed softly against a rock.

When breaking out of the Mongol camp, Feng Yi first destroyed the archers on the arrow tower, and just as he was exerting full force to shake open the gate, the barriers behind him were all removed, and he suffered a strike from the Golden Wheel National Master's Golden Wheel; thereafter he displayed great divine power, continuously exerting force, although he managed to shake off the pursuers.

Yet he also suffered severe internal injuries; fortunately his internal strength was profound, and he had the silkworm armor protecting his body, so he endured the pain and held on until now before the injury flared up.

"What a fine Golden Wheel National Master!" Feng Yi looked up to the heavens: "Hey, very good!"

He now has serious injuries; the urgent task is only one thing: to flee! Desperately, endlessly fleeing! He believes that if he were to replace the Golden Wheel National Master, he would surely seize your illness, take your life, sparing no cost.

He immediately headed south; with injuries on his body, he adjusted himself while traveling, fearing pursuit by the Golden Wheel National Master, he chose to travel through desolate places, dared not stay in inns, and only rested in mountain caves or among trees.

He only walked forty to fifty miles a day; fortunately his Divine Illumination Skill was best for healing wounds, and in just five days his injuries recovered seventy to eighty percent; he reckoned that even if the Golden Wheel National Master returned with the four top experts, escaping would still not be difficult.

That night, Feng Yi was resting in a tree when he suddenly heard a "shasha" sound; two people, one ahead and one behind, both had lightness skills that were not weak.

Feng Yi opened his eyes and looked; under the moonlight it was clearly a woman and a man.

The woman was none other than Wanyan Ping, whom he had seen the day before attempting to assassinate Yelu Chuci but failing; the man was Yang Guo.

Feng Yi suddenly felt strange, wondering how these two could have any connection; he saw Wanyan Ping with a sorrowful, grim expression, took two steps, and sighed: "Brother Yang, I'm truly useless."

Yang Guo stepped forward, took hold of her hands, and comforted her: "Avenge your parents is never easy, so there's no need to be impatient."

Wanyan Ping hesitated and said: "Someone as useless as me would naturally find it hard to take revenge. Speaking of this, her eye sockets slightly reddened, and she said in a hoarse voice: 'It's all my fault; I could have killed him…'"

Even if Feng Yi were ten times slower, he would still understand the meaning.

It turned out that Yang Guo was still helping Wanyan Ping take revenge, but Wanyan Ping herself could not bear to do it, and ended up killing Yelu Qi.

"Don't rush."

Yang Guo took her hand and sat down under the tree, saying: "I understand your feelings; I too am reluctant to take revenge."

Wanyan Ping stared blankly and asked: "Were your parents also killed by someone?"

Yang Guo sighed: "My mother died of illness, and my father was killed by someone."

Wanyan Ping said: "Then how could you not be willing to take revenge?"

Yang Guo said softly: "When my mother gave birth to me, my father was already dead. I often asked my mother how my father died and who the enemy was; every time I asked, my mother would tear up but not answer, so later I dared not ask again. At that time I thought, when I'm older I'll ask again, not too late; but who knew my mother suddenly fell ill and never got up. On her deathbed I asked again; my mother just shook her head and said: 'Your father… your father… alas, child, you must never think of taking revenge in this lifetime. Promise me, you must never think of avenging your father.'"

I was both grieved and upset, shouting: "I won't promise, I won't promise!" My mother couldn't catch her breath in one go, and thus died.

Alas, I previously didn't know why my mother didn't want me to avenge my father; later I understood that my father's conduct was wrong, his death truly cannot be blamed on others—it was his own failed attempt to kill someone that brought him harm; how then could I take revenge?

Yang Guo, ever since learning from Hong Qigong's mouth about his father's deeds, and combining it with his mother's injunction not to seek revenge, came to know that his father Yang Kang was truly no good.

However, the saying goes: "He who kills his father cannot share the same sky"; if one does not avenge his father, it is the greatest unfilial act, bringing lifelong disgrace and being despised by the world.

This grudge had made Yang Guo feel deeply stifled; now, as he poured it out, his tone was filled with sorrow and resentment.

Wanyan Ping looked at Yang Guo and softly sighed: "Who raised you?"

"Who else?" Yang Guo fell silent for a moment, then said: "Naturally, I raised myself. After my mother died, I wandered the jianghu east and west, begging for a meal here, finding lodging there; sometimes when hunger was unbearable, I stole a melon or a sweet potato from others, often getting caught and beaten severely."

"Look, these many scars, these protruding bones—all from beatings when I was young."

While speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and pant legs to show her; under the hazy starlight Wanyan Ping couldn't see clearly, so Yang Guo seized her hand and guided it to the scar on his own calf.

Wanyan Ping felt the unevenness on his leg, and her heart ached; she secretly thought that although her country had fallen and her family destroyed, her father had left behind many relatives and old subordinates, and countless gold, silver, and treasures; compared to his background, she was actually far more fortunate.

The two remained silent for a while; Wanyan Ping lightly withdrew her hand from his calf, but kept her palm in his grasp, and asked softly: "How did you learn such high-level martial arts? Why are you helping me?"

Yang Guo gave a slight smile and said: "I help you because your surname is Wanyan."

Wanyan Ping rejoiced and asked: "Why?"

Yang Guo said: "Because my father once also bore the surname Wanyan, serving as a son to the Zhao Prince of your Jin state!"

"Zhao Prince?" Wanyan Ping exclaimed in shock: "Wanyan Honglie?"

Yang Guo nodded and said: "Some say he is called that name."

Wanyan Ping stared blankly for a moment, tears involuntarily streaming down, and she shook her head, saying: "Brother Yang, let go of me; we are brother and sister!"

She spoke, tears like rolling beads fell nonstop, wanting to pull her hand out of Yang Guo's grasp.

Yang Guo, clever and quick-witted, sensed the meaning in Wanyan Ping's words; thinking that she was sad and troubled because they were siblings, he felt secretly pleased. He also held her warm, soft, smooth palm, his heart swaying, and laughed: "Don't cry; if I say, my father was originally Han, only because of a fortunate coincidence… he isn't a Jurchen?"

Yang Guo's nature was rather frivolous and playful; cheering up girls was his forte.

Wanyan Ping gazed at Yang Guo, her heart alternating between joy and sorrow, unsettled, and said: "If my father were alive, whatever you wanted, he could give you. Now that my parents are both gone, what's the point of saying anything?"

Upon seeing Yang Guo, Wanyan Ping noted his handsome appearance and strong martial skills, already feeling a bit of fondness; moreover, gaining his sincere help in avenging her, and after hearing him recount his background, her pity grew a bit more. Now hearing his words carry some ill intent, she did not, however, become angry.

Hearing her gentle tone, Yang Guo reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder, whispering in her ear: "Little sister, I ask you for one thing."

Wanyan Ping's heart fluttered wildly, having already guessed a third of it, she whispered: "What?"

Yang Guo said: "I want to kiss your eyes, don't worry! I'll only kiss your eyes, nothing else will offend you."

At first Wanyan Ping thought he was going to propose marriage verbally, and feared he would seek bodily intimacy; if she refused, even a slight use of force from him would leave her no match.

Moreover, her maiden sentiments, with one hand held by his strong, coarse palm, already left her mind in turmoil and her emotions entangled; let alone his using force, even if he remained completely gentle, she would truly find it hard to refuse.

Who would have expected him to only say he wanted to kiss her own eyes; she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, yet her heart felt a faint disappointment, slightly puzzled—this maiden's heart truly was as tangled as silk.

For a moment, Wanyan Ping's beautiful eyes glistened, she stared blankly at Yang Guo, her gaze tinged with shyness.

Yang Guo likewise stared blankly at her, then suddenly shouted loudly, lunged forward and grabbed Wanyan Ping in an embrace, fiercely kissing her eyelids.

Wanyan Ping's heart felt both surprise and delight; she immediately closed her eyes, allowing him to indulge at will in that tender flavor.

She felt his lips kissing back and forth, never leaving her left or right eye, thinking this person, though wild, kept his word; yet she wondered why he only kissed her eyes, not her lips.

Feng Yi was in the tree, seeing Yang Guo and Wanyan Ping in a frenzied, lovestruck state, and thought this was no surprise for Yang Guo.

Kissing someone else, yet saying he only kisses your eyes, as if kissing only the eyes and not the face makes no difference.

He suddenly felt that this scoundrel of himself was far superior to Yang Guo.

Moreover, a thought suddenly sprang into his mind.

No wonder Xiao Longnv in the original plot would lose her chastity.

If not so, how could such a wanton, frivolous Yang Guo be worthy of her pure and flawless self?

Moreover, the older and younger martial brothers were on bad terms with Yang Guo; perhaps it was also destined that the wife of others would be embraced and kissed by you like this.

Your wife being humiliated by others is also just deserts!

This might be the case of man's deeds observed by heaven! While Feng Yi pondered, he suddenly heard a faint, long sigh from behind; the frantic kissing of Yang Guo, this sound was no less than a thunderclap, and it was actually Xiao Longnv's voice, he blurted out: "Aunt! Aunt!"

The voice was fervent as boiling, yet full of sorrow; hearing no response, he immediately realized it was because he had taken Wanyan Ping for Xiao Longnv.

It turned out that when Yang Guo looked at Wanyan Ping's eyes, what swayed before him were entirely Xiao Longnv's gaze.

Although he had been with Xiao Longnv, he was still an unenlightened youth, and having always respected her, he remained utterly unaware of the meaning; but after coming down the mountain, as he rubbed cheeks with Wanyan Ping, a sudden flash of insight struck his heart, and he suddenly understood, finally grasping the tender affection Xiao Longnv had shown him.

Amidst myriad regrets, he thought: "Aunt has shown me such deep affection, yet I constantly think of going down the mountain, betraying her kindness; now, where should I seek her?"

Though he thought this, he nevertheless seized Wanyan Ping and kissed her wildly without cease.

This was merely because his nature was rather frivolous and playful; he both revered and feared Xiao Longnv, yet held her with sincere affection.

Although the two shared the tomb chamber, they had never dared to harbor the slightest intention of defilement; but now, with age increased and passions flourishing, toward Wanyan Ping they held neither respect nor restraint, regarding her merely as an incarnation of Xiao Longnv, they embraced and kissed, substituting for longing.

Wanyan Ping had no idea what Yang Guo meant by "aunt" in his mouth; she was about to ask what he called her, when suddenly a male voice from above said: "Yang Guo, have you kissed enough? Your aunt has run away!"

(End of chapter)