The Romance of Sui and Tang Dynasties - Wagang (Rape and Abuse Adult Fiction)

To the west of Wagang Mountain, there is a higher mountain - Jiufeng Mountain. Jiufeng Mountain does not have nine peaks. It is just that when viewed from afar, the mountains appear undulating and uneven, so it is called Jiufeng Mountain.

There is a bamboo shoot mill in Jiufeng Mountain. Every year, when the bamboo shoot season comes, a man and a little girl live in the mountains for several months, press and dry the fresh bamboo shoots, and transport them outside the mountain to sell.

That day, the little girl was wandering around the mountains alone, picking flowers, picking fruits, and climbing trees. She was very familiar with the area, and her father, that man, didn't bother him. The little girl walked farther and farther away, and from a tall tree she saw people fighting on an empty field in the distance, so she ran over to see what was happening.

There were three boys holding wooden swords, swinging and fighting with them. The little girl clapped her hands and laughed: "It's fun! It's fun! I want to play too."

An old man in a green robe and a long beard stood beside her and said with a smile, "Little girl, where did you come from? Where are your parents?"

The little girl asked curiously: "Mom? I don't have a mom. My dad is out digging bamboo shoots!"

The uncle in green robe thought she was very cute and smiled: "Oh, you are the little girl of the Wei family. Do you want to learn sword?"

The little girl looked at the things that the boys were shaking in their hands and thought it was very interesting. She nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

So she stayed and became the last female disciple of the uncle in green robe. She was nine years old that year, and her master gave her the name Wei Yunniang.

The uncle in green robe is a famous swordsman in the martial arts world of western Fujian, known as Zhuo Shutong, the "One-Word Wisdom Sword". The eldest brother, Guo Zhi, is fourteen years old and comes from a prominent local family. My second senior brother, Tang Yi, is from Linchuan, Jiangxi Province. The third senior brother, Lin Shiqian, is an orphan. The second and third senior brothers were born in the same year, and Dayunniang was two years older.

The master doted on Yunniang, and several of the senior brothers were also very good to her and gave in to her in everything. As a result, Yunniang developed some small bad habits: when she was in a bad mood, she would stay in bed and not get up; when she was angry, she would not eat; when she was happy, she would ask the senior brothers to take her to pick wild flowers.

When Yunniang was fifteen, everyone could see that she was a beauty. She was originally pretty, and having practiced martial arts over the years, she became even more delicate and energetic. Kicking, punching, dodging, walking and jumping are all so beautiful. That waist is like a bamboo that can't be blown away, thin and tough; those eyes are like a stream in the mountains, clear and bright; the skin is like a peeled bamboo shoot, tender and white.

In the past, Yunniang and her senior brothers lived next door to each other. The house was built with bamboo and had gaps that let in the wind. There is no need to visit each other when talking. You can hear what is said here and hear it there. It is clear as if you are in the same room. Yunniang said that she could hear the eldest brother snoring when he was sleeping. The senior brothers and sisters often talk at night and make a lot of noise.

Seeing that his disciples were all grown up and should be more cautious, the master switched rooms with Yunniang. Yunniang lived in her master's former room, and her master moved in next door to her fellow disciples. It was much quieter now. The three boys didn't dare to make any noise for fear that their master would hear them. As for Yunniang, she was alone and couldn't make any noise.

The senior brothers noticed that Yunniang was much quieter. Even during the day, she was no longer chattering like before. In the past, I laughed out loud, and the sound was pleasant. Now the smile is on the face and it looks good. That yellow braid was always pulled by the senior brothers in the past. Now, it is black and long, and the senior brothers dare not touch it.

Not daring to touch does not mean not wanting to touch. The eldest brother came back from Wagang Town outside the mountain after buying rice, and brought back many small things, some of which were clothes for girls. While practicing martial arts, the eldest senior brother quietly told Yunniang to wait for her by the bamboo forest at night as he had something to give her. When Yunniang saw the things, she was very happy. She took them in her hands and touched and looked at them. The eldest brother said that he bought it with his own money and didn’t want anyone else to know about it. After saying that, he looked at her quietly and said he wanted to touch her black hair.

Yunniang said, what's so good about touching hair? Wasn't it always pulled and touched in the past? The eldest brother said he hadn’t touched it for a long time. Yunniang turned her head and let the eldest senior brother touch her.

A few days later, the third senior brother went up the mountain with Yunniang to collect firewood. When they sat down to rest, he stammered and asked Yunniang if the eldest senior brother had touched her hair. Yunniang blushed, wondering how this matter had been known to her third senior brother. The third brother said he also wanted to touch her hair. Yunniang thought that the eldest senior brother had already touched her, so she had no reason to refuse the third senior brother, so she let him touch her too. The third brother touched her for a long time, twirling her black hair around in his hands and even touching her cheek.

At night, Yunniang lay in bed and wondered why her senior brothers all liked to touch her hair? I pushed my hair to my chest and took a closer look. I found that it was indeed darker and shinier, more beautiful than before. No wonder my fellow brothers liked it so much.

Yunniang couldn't fall asleep for a long time. She pushed her hair to her chest, then threw it to her head. Later, she dreamed that her second senior brother also came to touch her hair. The second senior brother was handsome, with shiny white teeth. His breath blew on her forehead, blowing up a few fine hairs, making her feel itchy. Yunniang felt her face getting hot and she couldn't breathe. Suddenly, she woke up and found that her mouth and nose were covered by her head, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Among the disciples, the second senior brother is the most talented and the most hardworking. The second senior brother was very focused on practicing sword skills. He didn't see Yunniang bringing him tea, nor did he see Yunniang leaving with firewood. Second Senior Brother's sword sparkled in the sun, and his body moved among the trees. The second brother looks very nice when he concentrates on practicing sword. He never touched Yunniang's hair.

The master's illness was serious. He knew he was dying, so he called a few disciples to his side. He first glanced at Yunniang, then stared at Second Senior Brother. He was breathing heavily, but unable to speak, and refused to close his eyes for a long time. Suddenly, the second senior brother knelt down and said, "Master, I know what you mean. I will practice sword skills diligently, get admitted to Xuanwu Academy, and bring honor to you!" The master gasped for a few times and then stopped breathing.

Xuanwu Academy is the number one martial arts school in the world today. The master often encourages his disciples to practice sword skills diligently and get admitted to the martial arts academy in the future. But the eldest and third brothers knew that their abilities were far from enough and they did not harbor any illusions. Only the second brother packed his bags and prepared to go to Luoyang to take the exam after the master passed away.

On the night before leaving, Yunniang cried even more sadly than when her master passed away. The second senior brother was worried and stayed by her side until dawn before leaving. He told the eldest and third senior brothers to take good care of Yunniang.

The master passed away, and the second senior brother also passed away. The eldest senior brother wanted to bring Yunniang to live at his home, but the third senior brother disagreed. Yunniang also said that she wanted to live in the mountains forever. Perhaps the second senior brother would come back soon.

The three of them continued to live in the mountains, with just enough room for each person. The mountains became even quieter. Yunniang became very silent, and the eldest and third brothers rarely spoke to each other. There was a pot of flowers in front of Yunniang's house, which had been blooming quietly for a whole summer.

The leaves on the trees gradually turned yellow, and the second brother did not come back. The heavy snow covered the mountain road. Will Second Brother never be able to come back?