Gou Zai Liang Jie as a Human Gu

Lin Mo asked, "Master Xin, what kind of martial art is this 'Iron Buttocks Skill'? I've heard of Iron Head Skill, Iron Arm Skill, Iron Finger Skill, Iron Chest Skill, Iron Abdomen Skill, and so on, but I've never heard of Iron Buttocks Skill."

Liu Xin raised an eyebrow and said with a mocking smile, "Brother Lin, let me ask you, which part of his body does he train for Iron Head, Iron Arm, Iron Finger, Iron Chest, and Iron Abdomen?"

Lin Mo was slightly taken aback, then realized something: "None of these martial arts train the buttocks, so the buttocks are the biggest weakness."

"That's right."

Liu Xin nodded with satisfaction: "These third-rate body-refining techniques have trained the entire body, but none of them have trained the buttocks. You know, with such a big, conspicuous buttocks, such a big weakness right there, how can we not train it properly?"

Lin Mo remained silent.

Liu Xin's words seem to make some sense.

"Brother Xin, what can he do after working out his glutes?"

"You're ignorant, aren't you? Please take a look at the manual." Liu Xin gestured with his hands.

Lin Mo flipped through the secret manual.

"Every day, one rides a narrow-mouthed earthenware jar, kneels on a stone slab with hips suspended, and performs weighted exercises while gripping stakes. Combined with supple breathing techniques, this long-term training tempers the fascia of the waist and hips, and the soft meridians of the coccyx, cultivating an extremely flexible and blood-filled lower body... Upon completion, the waist and hips will be flexible and enduring, and the blood and qi of the lower abdomen will be activated, allowing one to cultivate the martial arts superpower [Soft Waist and Alluring Hips, Shaking Horse in the Bedroom]!"

"No way, this is actually a brothel woman practicing waist and hip exercises!" Lin Mo exclaimed as he realized what he meant.

Everyone burst into playful laughter.

Sun Qian suppressed a laugh and said, "Not entirely. The waist and hip curling exercise is to loosen the muscles and bones. If the muscles and bones are not loosened..."

"The second volume of the manual is the proper way to cultivate an iron buttock. Once you loosen up your waist and hip muscles, you can start practicing the internal energy techniques in the second volume and complete the fragment regeneration."

Lin Mo asked, "Master Qian, besides making the skin on your buttocks thicker, what else can this [Iron Buttocks Technique] do?"

He paused, then added, "Don't even mention going to a brothel to seduce people and sway your hips. I'm a real man."

Sun Qian chuckled and looked at Liu Xin with a wild laugh.

Liu Xin chuckled and said, "Brother, if you're going to work as a courtesan, we'll definitely be there to support you."

  

Lin Mo's face turned dark.

Sun Qian laughed so hard he clutched his stomach and gasped, "Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. Actually, the Iron Buttocks Skill is an improvement on a superior martial art by Master Xin, based on the brothel's Enchanting Buttocks Skill."

"Liu Xin's superior martial art has a flaw in its manual, resulting in a fatal defect that prevents its complete rebirth. I'm sure you've already guessed what that defect is."

Lin Mo's expression changed slightly: "You have a weakness in your waist and hips?"

Sun Qian nodded and told him truthfully, "That's true. However, if you first cultivate the Iron Hips Technique and then practice his Xuanhu Vajra Technique, you can achieve a perfect rebirth. At that time, your blood and qi will be like a dragon, and your muscles and bones will be like a tiger. Combined with the Alligator Dragon Technique that I taught you, you will have a body of copper skin and iron bones, and you will be invulnerable to swords and spears."

"Here you go." Liu Xin took out the booklet of the [Mysterious Tiger Vajra Skill] and tossed it to Lin Mo: "I failed to cultivate copper skin and iron bones in my life, but you must master it, kid."

Lin Mo clasped his hands in gratitude: "Thank you very much, Master Xin."

Liu Xin waved his hand: "Let's skip the formalities. When we get to Leize City, treat me to a feast with courtesans."

"Definitely," Lin Mo readily agreed.

……

The group rode at full speed, covering a hundred li a day, and arrived at Leize City eight days later, near dusk.

From afar, one could see the majestic city walls, heavily guarded and with soldiers standing in formation. At the city gates, soldiers rigorously checked the weapons of passersby, maintaining strict discipline.

"Finally arrived." Sun Qian sighed and took out his notebook to record the itinerary.

To avoid revealing their identities, Lin Mo and his companions changed into plain clothes, presented forged travel permits, and successfully entered the city.

Upon entering the city, the hustle and bustle of daily life immediately envelops you.

The wide Qing Street is crisscrossed with shops, taverns, martial arts schools and money exchanges lined up one after another, and there is a constant flow of carriages and people.

The city is a melting pot of all sorts of people, with wounded martial artists and swords-wielding江湖客 (jianghu ke, a term referring to wandering swordsmen) everywhere. Beneath the bustling streets and everyday life lies a strong aura of ruthlessness and violence.

Sun Qian reined in his horse and whispered a warning: "With so many more warriors, it seems many are after the Li family's dowry treasures. Everyone, remember to keep a low profile."

Lin Mo asked curiously, "The Li family's most prized dowry treasure? What is it?"

Sun Qian explained, "It is the Li family's unique martial arts visualization diagram, 'Kui Niu Jing Lei Tu'. This is a superior martial art. It is said that obtaining it can not only bring a perfect rebirth, but also break through the ninth-rank shackles and glimpse the eighth-rank. It is a treasure that martial arts practitioners dream of."

Lin Mo suddenly realized why there were so many martial arts practitioners in the city.

Liu Xin didn't care about any of that. His gaze drifted to the romantic lights on Zhuque Street, and he looked eager to try it out: "I've been traveling for eight days, and my mouth is practically dry. I heard that a new courtesan named Yun Huayao has arrived at Qingyuefang in Leize City. She's incredibly beautiful. I definitely have to go and see her."

Lin Mo immediately said, "Master Xin, I'll treat you to some wine and women, so we can all have a good look at Miss Yun's charm."

Liu Xin gave him a thumbs up with satisfaction: "You're just my type, kid. Let's go have some fun."

……

Zhuque Street, Qingyuefang.

Stepping into this entertainment restaurant, which is said to be the largest and most luxurious in Leize City, Lin Mo was truly amazed.

Upon entering, the cool moonlight falls on the carved stage in the center, where several dancers with flowing sleeves dance like fairies under the moon.

The lead dancer, surrounded by a group of beautiful women, was none other than Yun Huayao, the top courtesan whom Liu Xin had been talking about all along.

Her figure was accentuated by a light, ethereal silk dress, which made her curves appear slender and graceful. Her eyes and brows were beautiful but not seductive, and her lips were lightly adorned with rouge. Every step she took and every turn she made drew the attention of everyone in the room.

Unlike the dancers beside her who deliberately flaunted their figures, her movements were fluid and natural, her slender waist supple and boneless, swaying gently from side to side to the music, her movements graceful and lingering.

What's most eye-catching is her slender waist and hips, which sway gently to the beat of the drums, rising and falling gracefully, soft yet powerful. As she sways from side to side, the skirt ripples out in layers, each twist and turn just right, elegant without being gaudy, instead exuding a captivating and alluring charm.

She turned around, flicked her sleeves, her waist suddenly bent, her hips undulated gently, and her whole body was like a willow in the wind, so soft that it could melt into the moonlight.

The guests watched intently, their mouths watering.

Although Lin Mo was not a lecherous person, his gaze was instantly drawn to it.

Her aura was like the cool moonlight, aloof and solitary, self-admiring and intolerant of any disrespect or disrespect from others.

With her stunningly beautiful face, skin as smooth as frost and jade, delicately arched eyebrows that swept into her temples, and eyes as cold as a deep pool and a moonlit night, her beauty was captivating, yet devoid of any vulgarity.

Undeniably, she deserves the title of top courtesan.

The pimp quickly stepped forward, a fawning smile on his face: "Gentlemen, you look unfamiliar. It must be your first time visiting Qingyue Pavilion. What a coincidence! Today is Miss Yun's wedding day. Why don't you have some tea and get a closer look at her beauty?"

Liu Xin was taken aback upon hearing this and blurted out, "Did you comb your hair today?"

The pimp nodded with a smile: "It's the day for lighting the big candles. The brothel is full of banquets. There will be an auction later, and the highest bidder will get Miss Yun's first night. You only need to pay a little money to sit in the audience and watch Miss Yun dance. It's a good way to join in the fun."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo said disdainfully, "Vulgar!"

The pimp added with a smile, "If you think it's vulgar to win a beauty's smile with gold and silver, you can write a poem or essay. Our Miss Yun is different from ordinary courtesans. Others only care about the amount of gold and silver they receive, but she has set a rule: she doesn't ask for a thousand pieces of gold as a gift, but only for a talented man who suits her. If a man is ignorant and speaks crudely, even if you pile up mountains of gold and silver, she will never agree."

Liu Xin then noticed that many high-ranking officials and nobles were accompanied by a number of Confucian scholars.

These Confucian scholars were all frowning, racking their brains and scrutinizing every word.

These people are likely all hired by these wealthy individuals at great expense to provide assistance.

The pimp flattered, "Gentlemen, would you like to compose a poem? It's only ten taels of silver. If Miss Yun takes a liking to you, I'll congratulate the groom in advance!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Xin pouted and looked at Sun Qian: "Old Qian, you usually spout a whole bunch of grand principles and have a habit of keeping a journal. You should be able to compose a poem, right?"

Sun Qian waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't look at me, I'm just a rough man, how could I write poetry?"

Liu Xin looked longingly at the others.

The brothers all shook their heads, avoiding the topic at all costs.

They can kill with knives, but they can't pick up a pen; a pen is heavier than knives and guns.

"Brother Lin, are you sure you can do it?" Liu Xin finally looked at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo focused his gaze on the stage, his brows furrowing slightly: "Master Xin, don't you think the way this courtesan's hips sway looks familiar?"

Liu Xin's gaze fell on the stage, and after a moment, he said clearly, "She has practiced the [Charming Hips Technique], and has already mastered it. Alas, what a pity, she is not fortunate enough to enjoy it."

Sun Qian sighed, "It's a real pity. If Lin Mo could practice the [Charming Hips Technique] together with the fully mastered one, he could perfect the [Iron Hips Technique] in just one night, which would save him a lot of hard work."

He does not mean that.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo immediately replied with great enthusiasm, "It's just writing poetry, I'll provide you with the Four Treasures of the Study."

Upon hearing this, his brothers all looked at him in shock.

Can Lin Mo write poetry?

"Pshaw! Brother Lin, don't joke around. We're all rough men. We can take up arms and ride horses, but writing poetry is out of the question." Liu Xin was the first to doubt that he could write poetry.

If Lin Mo, this half-grown boy, could write and paint, why would he need to join the army or learn martial arts? He could just study Confucianism; wouldn't that be a more promising path?

Sun Qian shook his head helplessly: "Young people are always impulsive."

The pimp didn't care about any of that. He offered up the writing implements and said with a fawning smile, "Ten taels of silver are required before I can begin writing, sir."

"Talking about money is vulgar."

Lin Mo looked at him with disdain and took out ten taels of silver from his pocket, throwing them to the pimp.

The pimp, having received the money, wore an even more obsequious smile: "This humble servant will grind ink for you, sir."

The ink was ready, and Lin Mo, without hesitation, picked up his brush and began to write.

Many wealthy scholars in the vicinity caught a glimpse of this scene and turned to sneer.

Judging from the knife at his waist, this young man is a crude and uncouth martial artist.

A mere warrior dares to dream of winning the admiration of a courtesan? What a fool's dream.

Liu Xin leaned closer to Sun Qian and asked in a low voice, "Old Qian, what kind of writing do you think that kid Lin can produce? I bet he'll just write a few doggerel lines to fool us."

Sun Qian's gaze fell heavily on the figures on the stage, and he replied in a low voice, "It was my fault for being so talkative. I shouldn't have brought up the matter of practicing the [Charming Hips Technique] together. Now I've embarrassed him."

Liu Xin also looked ashamed: "I also bear responsibility; I shouldn't have taught him the [Iron Buttocks Skill]."

Before long, Lin Mo put down his brush and laid it down.

The pimp, being of limited learning and completely unfamiliar with the nuances of writing, inquired, "May I ask your name, sir?"

Lin Mo replied, "Lin Mo from Thunder Dragon City."

The pimp noted it down and quickly took the Xuan paper, handing it to a maidservant beside the stage, who then presented it to Yun Huayao.

As soon as the music on stage paused, cheers erupted from the audience.

The loudest cheers came from the table closest to the stage.

This is Chen Tai, a wealthy man who is determined to win the heart of the most beautiful courtesan tonight.

"reward!"

Chen Tai casually tossed a thick stack of silver notes onto the pimp's tray.

The pimp's eyes lit up, and he loudly announced, "Master Chen will reward Miss Yun with one thousand taels of silver!"

This caused a stir and whispers among the audience.

Yun Huayao nodded slightly to Chen Tai below the stage, without saying anything else. She took the poem handed to her by the maid, glanced at the paper with her eyes down, and a hint of contempt was hidden in her cold and indifferent eyes.

But when she finished reading the poem, the contempt in her eyes turned to astonishment, then to excitement and fervor, and tears welled up in her eyes, dripping onto the rice paper.

The guests noticed that something was wrong with her expression, and the room fell silent for a moment, even the whispers stopped.

As a child, Yun Huayao wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and softly read the words on the paper, her voice clear and melodious, piercing through the bustling market:

"Clouds remind me of her clothes, flowers of her face; the spring breeze caresses the balustrade, the dew is heavy."

"If we don't meet on the summit of Mount Qunyu, we'll meet under the moon on the Jade Terrace."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room erupted in uproar.

Those Confucian scholars who were hired at great expense were one moment mocking the vulgarity of the military men, deeming them unfit for refined manners.

Now, all their previous smugness had vanished. Their faces turned pale and then red. They piled up flowery words, their writing full of extravagance, exaggerating the beauty and figure of the courtesan.

However, compared to Lin Mo's boastful poem, it immediately pales in comparison, and the difference in quality is immediately apparent.

Lost.

We've lost completely.

A dignified Confucian scholar was defeated by a crude and vulgar brute!

Liu Xin's eyes widened on the spot, and he slapped his thigh hard: "Strange! This kid can actually write poetry! It's a pity he's not taking the imperial examination!"

Sun Qian proudly pulled Lin Mo along, loudly introducing him, "This poem was written by my brother, my brother Lin Mo!"

Yun Huayao raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the guests in the hall, focusing solely on Lin Mo.

Her cool eyes softened with admiration, and she whispered a few words to the maid.

The maid immediately rushed off the stage, approached Lin Mo, and curtsied: "Young Master Lin, my young lady requests that you proceed to Shuiyue Pavilion."

As soon as he finished speaking, the guests in the room erupted in uproar. Countless wealthy merchants and scholars stared at Lin Mo with envy in their eyes.

No one expected that a group of learned scholars would lose to a crude and uncouth brute.

Lin Mo was about to follow the maid to Shuiyue Pavilion.

Unexpectedly, a servant dressed as a young man came over and handed over a stack of silver notes: "Young Master Lin, if you are willing to give up this opportunity to be a guest of honor to my master Chen, these three thousand taels of silver notes are yours."

Lin Mo was slightly taken aback, and followed the servant's gaze to the table closest to the stage.

The most important guest at this gathering of courtesans, the wealthy Chen Tai, gently waved his folding fan, nodded and smiled at Lin Mo, his face beaming with pride and certainty.

No one can resist the temptation of money.

Moreover, he was a rough and uncouth warrior who lived a life of hardship.

Lin Mo turned to the servant and said sarcastically, "Three thousand taels? That's a huge underestimation of Miss Yun."

The servant immediately raised the price: "Five thousand taels, enough for the young master to live a life of wealth and luxury."

Lin Mo placed his left hand on the sword at his waist: "My sword is worth ten thousand taels of gold!"

The servant's face immediately turned pale and weak; he had failed in his mission.

"Get out of my way! Don't ruin my brother's good time." Liu Xin shoved the servant to the ground and said excitedly to Lin Mo, "Brother Lin, congratulations on your little success tonight."

Upon seeing this, Chen Tai's triangular eyes instantly turned bloodshot. Consumed by jealousy, he twisted the folding fan in his hand and broke it in anger.

"Kill this brat!"

His two loyal guards suddenly turned fierce, their auras becoming chilling and menacing.

One of them suddenly burst forth, moving like a rabbit, transforming into a gray shadow, fiercely pouncing out and instantly killing Lin Mo's side.

He drew the sword from his waist.

With a whoosh, a silver light flashed, like a dragon emerging from the sea, its sound shaking the heavens. The sword tip, accompanied by the howling of wind and thunder, went straight for Lin Mo's neck!