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Madam Xue collapsed to the ground, her vision blurred with tears, and she could only see the shadow of the cloak beneath her:
The daughter's honey-clothed jacket was disheveled, and her pale undergarment was soaked with cold sweat.

The pale yellow silk skirt bunched up at the base of her hips, revealing the outline of her large hips;

"My son..." Madam Xue cried, choking back tears.

The innocent, plump, and healthy baby has been tainted like this.

But the daughter's chest actually started to rise and fall!

No more painful hissing and growling!
Ximen Qing leaned down and whispered in Baochai's ear, his warm breath brushing against her delicate, milky-white neck: "Follow my palm movements, inhale! Exhale—inhale! Exhale—"

Baochai's chest rose and fell with it!

Amidst the stench of war.

Wang Biao's knife was still pressed against the boy's neck, and the old man's bamboo tip was still pressed against Xue Pan's temple.

But on the Xue family's side, the mother and daughter were putting on a vivid and exciting "life-saving drama"!
Madam Xue wiped away her tears and stole a glance: the snow-white flesh under her daughter's waistband was dazzlingly white.

But she was touched all over by a strange man.

She abruptly closed her eyes—forget it! What does innocence matter? It's worth it if it can save my life!
Ximen Qing pressed for a moment and heard Xue Baochai's breathing gradually stabilize.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her snow-white neck, and her face glowed with a rosy hue.

Even her plump lower abdomen was covered with a layer of fine bumps, which were tinged with a light red.

It looks just like a white porcelain cup that has been smeared with rouge and then covered with frost!
I knew she was alright, but I was too shy to open my eyes!

The official's lips curled into a smile.

His large hand deliberately grabbed a handful of her belly fat, causing Baochai's waist to tremble violently and her eyelashes to flutter wildly. However, she bit her lip tightly and dared not open her eyes, only letting out a half-whimper from her nose. She was so ashamed that even her toes curled up tightly! She dared not move an inch!
Tsk! So shameless!

Ximen Qing fastened the buttons on her honey-embroidered jacket, then lifted the pale yellow silk skirt that had slipped down to her hips and put it around her waist. Finally, he wrapped her in his own cloak and shoved her back into Aunt Xue's arms: "Madam, take good care of yourself! The docks smell terrible, and she can't stand these smells with her condition. She must leave here quickly!"

Aunt Xue hugged her daughter and looked her over carefully. Sure enough, she had calmed down and didn't want to leave!
But we still have a son who's in their hands!
Then, with a mournful face, she looked at the mischievous devil she had given birth to.

Ximen Qing strode out, and the atmosphere on the dock remained tense! Wang Biao's knife was still against the boy's neck; the old man's bamboo tip was still pressed against Xue Pan's temple!
"Gentlemen! Listen to me!" Ximen Daguan's voice boomed like a bell: "It is better to resolve enmity than to create it! Young Master Xue is of noble birth, and this young brother is also a promising young man. To harm either of them would be a sin! Why don't we both stop at the same time, settle this matter today, and go our separate ways? What do you say?"

Aunt Xue nodded repeatedly after hearing this, as if she were hearing celestial music!

She herself wasn't a troublemaker; if it weren't for this devil, things wouldn't have come to this!
I wish it would end here.

She hugged her burning daughter tightly, and seeing her son's wet pants, she stamped her feet in frustration: "Whatever you want! I'll do whatever you want! Just let my son go!"

A glint flashed in the old man's eyes! He loosened his grip on the bamboo cane slightly: "All I care about is my disciple's safety!"

Wang Biao was already drenched in a cold sweat!
He had only come to pick up the Xue family, but he almost got his whole family into trouble.

This whole affair was orchestrated by the Xue family; since Madam Xue had agreed, he was more than happy to oblige. He quickly sheathed his sword and shouted, "Release them!"

Clang! The steel knife was pulled away from the boy's neck!

The old man's bamboo pole snapped with a "crack," and the fragments splattered all over Xue Pan's face!
Xue Pan let out a "howl" and was already trembling with fear. He crawled towards his mother on all fours, his crotch still dripping with yellow liquid!

Ximen Da Guanren turned around and said, "Madam, please remember that your daughter has just regained her breath and must not move or be disturbed for twelve hours. She needs to rest quietly and recuperate."

Wang Biao hurriedly clasped his hands in greeting: "It's still a short distance from the capital. Since Miss can't handle the bumpy ride, why don't I escort her to the Qinghe County government office to rest for the night?"

Aunt Xue was completely flustered and could only nod, "Yes, yes... thank you for your trouble, Commander..."

Suddenly remembering something, she looked up and asked urgently, "I haven't yet asked for your esteemed name, benefactor. If my daughter's old illness flares up again, where will I find you?"

Ximen Qing laughed and said, "I am Ximen Qing, and I run a herbal medicine shop at the entrance of Lion Street. If you need anything, Madam, just send someone to the shop and let me know."

Madam Xue suddenly realized why his medical skills were so superb!
A corner of the dock.

The old man tore off a piece of his clothing to wrap the boy's neck wound, when he suddenly heard the name "Ximen Qing" and raised a white eyebrow!
The boy lowered his voice: "Master! Could this be the 'Great Philanthropist Ximen' who distributes porridge outside the city gate?" His tiger-like eyes blazed: "The refugees queuing in front of the porridge stall all say that there is only one Great Master Ximen in Qinghe County!"

The old man stroked his beard with his withered fingers: "Indeed! He's just like your Jade Kirin senior brother!"

Blood seeped through the cloth strip from the boy's neck, yet he stood tall: "My senior brother is generous and righteous in Hebei, and Master Ximen is here distributing porridge to save the people! We met by chance, yet he has helped us immensely! This is how heroes of the martial world should be!!"

Meanwhile, Ximen Qing watched as the soldiers escorted the Xue family into Qinghe County. Turning back, he saw the white-haired old man and the young man still lingering in the autumn wind.

Master Ximen stepped forward with a smile: "Where do you two wish to go?"

The old man sighed, “I was going to take a boat somewhere else, but that ruffian’s commotion scared the boatman so much that he untied the mooring line. It’s getting late, so I’ll have to find an inn in Qinghe County to rest for the night and continue my journey tomorrow morning.”

He had just finished speaking.

The young man beside him immediately clasped his hands in a salute, his voice clear and melodious: "I am Yue Fei, and I thank Master Ximen for his help in rescuing me from this predicament."

When Ximen Da Guanren heard the name "Yue Fei", he was startled.

It was like a thunderbolt striking right above your head.

Yue Fei! Which Yue Fei?
There is only one Yue Fei in heaven and on earth!
The official hurriedly asked, "Could it be Yue Pengju? Lord Yue?"

The boy's eyes widened immediately—this courtesy name was taken from "Zhuangzi: Free and Easy Wandering" by his mentor Zhou Tong last year, and was usually only used between master and disciple. How did this official from Qinghe County know it?

Yue Fei was surprised, and when he heard someone address him as "Master Yue," he was even more amazed.

Even so, the young man couldn't resist the joy of being praised. His cheeks flushed slightly, but he forced a heroic air and clasped his hands, saying, "How did you know my courtesy name, sir? I really can't bear the title of 'Master'."

“You deserve it! You deserve it! If you can’t, then who in heaven and earth can?” Ximen Da Guanren said excitedly, “Good, good, good. Since we can’t leave for the time being, why don’t we stay here for the night?”

As he spoke, he examined the young man from head to toe with the meticulous care of someone examining a rare treasure. His gaze was as sharp as a steelyard hook, making Yue Fei's spine tingle.

At this moment, the official was stunned and suddenly thought of something.

Since this is Lord Yue, then this old man must be...
Thinking of this, Ximen Da Guanren's gaze towards the old man also burned with fervor.

The two disciples personally taught by this outlaw hero:
One gun and one stick are the best in the world!

In foot combat, mounted combat, and spear and club fighting, they were invincible!
There is only one Yue Fei in the world!

Yue Fei is unparalleled throughout history.

I'm training alongside him right now!

not only that!

With a casual word, he became the instructor of 800,000 Imperial Guards!

He passed by and taught a couple of moves, which resulted in the creation of another monk, Wu Song!
At this moment, the old man also spoke up with a laugh: "Master Ximen! I am Zhou Tong. Thank you for helping me and my master out of this predicament. If it weren't for your help, we would have had a lot more trouble at this dock today."

He then solemnly cupped his hands in greeting: "People in the martial world value clear distinctions between gratitude and resentment. If you ever encounter any difficulties, Master Ximen, although I am not very talented, I do have some reputation in the martial world and know a few friends."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw Master Ximen bowing and interrupting him.

Zhou Tong was taken aback!
But then the high-ranking official cupped his hands in a respectful bow and said loudly:
"Why wait until tomorrow? I already have a problem to solve today!"

"Master, by accepting me as your disciple, you have already repaid my kindness in this way!"

This statement came out.

But the autumn wind swept across the empty shore, swirling withered leaves, and three or five crows flew past the mast, cawing hoarsely.

After that, all was silent.

But it is more powerful than sound.

The words, written in bold letters, left both Old Hero Zhou and Young Master Yue stunned and speechless.

What a scoundrel!
To treat repaying a debt of gratitude as a business transaction—how can one possibly force oneself to acknowledge a master in broad daylight!
There's only one General Yue Fei, in heaven and on earth!

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