Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

But to the three women, the words "Seeking Ying" were full of expectations for Su Quan's future, grand and magnificent, perfectly concealing his true purpose beneath this beautiful meaning.

"I can accept it." Lin Xuan smiled and solemnly handed the Xunying Sword to Su Quan. "This sword has a spirit, and it is a perfect match for a beautiful woman. Quan'er, from today onwards, it will be your sword. Treat it well."

"Thank you, Xuanlang." Su Quan accepted it with both hands, clearly delighted.

She thought it was just Lin Xuan's affection and expectations for her, but little did she know that this sword carried Lin Xuan's desire to find Lin Chaoying.

Lin Xuan watched as Su Quan happily stroked the sword, and an idea came to his mind.

Miao region, it seems I need to make a trip to the southwest.

Chapter 129: Heading to Dali

The autumn sun was shining brightly, warm and gentle, making the bluestone streets of this small town at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain feel warm.

Lin Xuan held Xiaolongnu's hand and strolled leisurely along the bustling street.

Ever since he took Xiaolongnu to visit this place at the foot of the mountain, Xiaolongnu has been filled with curiosity about this mortal world.

Lin Xuan was happy to have some free time, so he would take her down the mountain every day, like an ordinary couple, to see the scenery outside the mountain and experience the joys of life.

The Little Dragon Girl was dressed in white, pure as snow, with a graceful figure and an ethereal beauty, like an ice sculpture untouched by worldly affairs.

Those eyes, usually as clear and cold as a deep pool, now seemed like those of a newborn infant, curiously observing everything around them.

Beside her stood Lin Xuan, dressed in a flowing blue robe, his posture upright like a pine tree, his face like jade, and his eyes like bright stars.

His exceptionally handsome face always wore a faint, serene smile, and his deep eyes seemed to hold the stars and the sea.

The two walked side by side, one like a fairy in a painting, the other like an immortal banished from the moon, a perfect match made in heaven, attracting the attention of passersby on the street, who marveled that such divine figures existed in the world.

"Lin Xuan, look." Little Dragon Girl suddenly stopped and pointed to a small stall not far away with her slender finger.

At that stall, a peddler was shaking a rattle drum in his hand, shouting as he sold a kind of crystal-clear sugar figurine strung on a red string.

Lin Xuan followed her gaze and asked with a smile, "Want some?"

Little Dragon Girl nodded gently. On her pristine and beautiful face, a hint of girlish anticipation and shyness appeared, instantly melting her aloof temperament with a touch of human warmth, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

Lin Xuan felt a surge of tenderness in his heart. He took her hand and led her forward, buying the largest and reddest string of candied hawthorns.

He took a bite first, breaking through the glistening sugar coating, and then, with a hint of indulgent smile, offered the candied hawthorn, now warm from his own mouth, to Xiaolongnu's lips.

Little Dragon Girl looked at him, her clear eyes reflecting his image. Without the slightest hesitation, she gently parted her cherry lips and carefully took a bite.

A sweet and sour flavor instantly blossomed on her taste buds. It was a taste she had never experienced before, a taste of the mortal world.

Her eyes suddenly lit up, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

That pure joy made her radiate a captivating glow.

She didn't say anything, but just took small bites, savoring the taste. Her adorable, satisfied expression made Lin Xuan lose himself in the moment.

"How does it taste? It's quite delicious?" Lin Xuan said softly.

Little Dragon Girl nodded, a trace of sugar stain still clinging to her lips.

She looked up at Lin Xuan, and a ripple of happiness spread across her clear, cool eyes.

The two of them continued their stroll hand in hand, one feeding the other, amidst the astonished and envious gazes of countless passersby.

Just then, a figure dressed in a gray short jacket and wearing a straw hat hurriedly squeezed through the crowd.

He walked straight up to Lin Xuan, his expression extremely respectful, yet also revealing a hint of barely concealed anxiety.

He bowed and clasped his hands, then handed over a letter sealed with sealing wax.

"Young Master Lin, a secret letter delivered by express courier over eight hundred li!"

This person was a disciple of the Beggars' Sect who had been planted in this area.

Lin Xuan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Could something serious have happened?

He took the letter, glanced at the unique mark on it, and immediately understood.

"I understand, you may leave," he said calmly.

"Yes!" the disciple replied, not daring to linger for a moment, and once again merged into the vast crowd and disappeared.

Xiaolongnu looked at the letter in Lin Xuan's hand, then at his suddenly serious expression, and a trace of worry flashed in her clear eyes.

"Lin Xuan, what happened?"

Lin Xuan did not answer immediately. He tore off the sealing wax and unfolded the letter.

The handwriting on the letter was delicate yet subtly powerful, and it was written by his beautiful and intelligent master, Huang Rong.

The letter was short, but every word carried immense weight.

The gist is that the Beggars' Sect's disciples planted in the north sent a secret report that a group of mysterious Mongol envoys were traveling through the Western Regions to the Dali Kingdom on the southwestern border. Their purpose was obvious—to win over the Dali Kingdom and create a pincer movement against the Song Dynasty from the north and south!

Huang Rong's letter was filled with worry. Although the Dali Duan family was content with its isolated corner of the country and did not concern itself with the conflicts in the Central Plains, its national strength was not weak.

More importantly, its geographical location was extremely crucial. If the Dali Kingdom sided with the Mongols, the entire southwestern border of the Song Dynasty would be completely exposed, with no natural defenses left.

At that time, the Mongol cavalry could advance unimpeded, echoing the main battlefield in the north, and deliver a fatal blow to the already precarious Xiangyang defense line.

At the end of her letter, Huang Rong wrote that this matter concerned the fate of the nation and was extremely urgent. She hoped that Lin Xuan would set off for Dali immediately upon receiving the news and stop the Mongols' conspiracy at all costs.

Lin Xuan slowly closed the letter, and with a gentle rub of his fingertips, the thin sheet of paper turned into dust and dissipated in the wind.

He raised his head and looked southwest, a sharp, cold glint flashing in his deep eyes.

He had originally planned to spend a few more carefree days with the three women at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, enjoying this rare tranquility.

It seems this tranquility is about to be broken once again.

"Long'er, we have to go back." His voice remained calm and steady.

Little Dragon Girl looked at him, and although she didn't know what had happened, she still nodded obediently.

"it is good."

The atmosphere in the ancient tomb's stone chamber was somewhat tense.

When Lin Xuan told the three women that he was about to embark on another long journey, the warmth and joy that had just been established in the air were instantly replaced by the sadness of parting.

"Leaving again?" A hint of disappointment flashed in Li Mochou's phoenix eyes, but she quickly masked it with her usual coldness, though her tone carried a touch of concern, "Where are you going this time? Is there some trouble again?"

Su Quan stepped forward, her gentle eyes gazing intently at Lin Xuan, and said softly, "Xuan Lang, the journey is long, please take care of yourself."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the deep, unyielding longing and reluctance she expressed said it all.

Little Dragon Girl didn't speak. She simply walked quietly to Lin Xuan's side, stretched out her cold little hands, and tightly grasped the hem of his clothes, as if afraid that he would disappear in the next second.

His figure was reflected in her clear eyes, as was her deep dependence on him.

Lin Xuan looked at the woman in front of him who was deeply in love with him and gave her a carefree smile.

He reached out and embraced all three of them, placing a comforting kiss on each of their uniquely beautiful faces.

"I am going to the Dali Kingdom." His voice was deep and powerful, full of convincing strength.

"The matter is urgent, and it is inconvenient to take you with me."

He looked at the three women in his arms and instructed them one by one: "While I'm away, you must stay here and take good care of yourselves. Mochou, if you need anything, you can ask a Beggar Clan disciple to send me a message."

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou nodded, a resolute glint in her eyes: "Don't worry, Xuanlang, I will take good care of Junior Sister and Sister Quan."

Lin Xuan then looked at Su Quan and gently stroked her soft hair: "Quan'er, you've only just started practicing martial arts. You should take advantage of this time to learn the Ancient Tomb Sect's martial arts properly from Mo Chou and Long'er. I'll be checking your studies when I get back."

"Yes, Xuanlang, I will definitely study hard," Su Quan replied obediently, her eyes full of sweetness.

Finally, he turned his gaze to Xiaolongnu and held her pristine body tightly in his arms.

"Long'er, wait for me." He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

"Mmm." Little Dragon Girl responded softly in his arms, burying her face even deeper.

With parting imminent, this night is destined to be a sleepless one.

Inside, the candlelight was dimmed.

The air was filled with a unique blend of musky desire and feminine scent, both ambiguous and intensely hot.

“Xuanlang…”

Su Quan's voice was so charming and captivating that it seemed to steal one's soul.

She knelt before Lin Xuan, her voluptuous and mature body radiating an astonishing heat.

Without the slightest shyness, her alluring peach blossom eyes gazed intently at the man on top of her who was working hard, and she took the initiative to reach out her arms, hook them around his neck, and offer her sweet red lips.

Beneath her, however, lay another moving scene.

The ethereal and aloof Little Dragon Girl lay supine beneath Su Quan in an extremely shameful posture.

Her long, slender, snow-white legs were raised high and placed on Su Quan's rounded shoulders. That mysterious valley was now open without reservation, enduring Lin Xuan's fierce, storm-like thrusts.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembled violently, and her fair face was flushed with emotion.

She bit her lower lip hard, trying to suppress the soul-stirring moan deep in her throat, but the uncontrollable moan still escaped from between her lips and teeth.

"Ah... um... Lin Xuan... it's too... too deep..."

Li Mochou lay on her side, her cold and beautiful face filled with a complex smile.

She stretched out her jade-like hands, one hand wantonly kneading the pair of full, snowy peaks that swayed violently with each impact, while the other hand boldly explored the muddy battlefield below, teasing the most sensitive pearl with her nimble fingertips with a wicked smile.

"Junior sister, how are you feeling? Is Xuanlang still as vigorous as ever?" She leaned close to Xiaolongnu's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, her voice full of teasing.

"Senior...Senior Sister...No..." Little Dragon Girl was already out of her mind from the triple attack, and the voice that came out of her mouth was broken and sweet.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful scene before him, with three beauties gathered together and boundless spring colors, Lin Xuan felt his blood boiling.

He enjoyed the tight, warm embrace of Xiaolongnu, the lingering touch of Su Quan's tongue, and Li Mochou's playful encouragement.

He let out a satisfied growl, and his waist movements became even more ferocious.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The powerful impact echoed in the stone chamber for a long time.

That night, Lin Xuan, full of vigor and strength, single-handedly took on three stunning beauties, sending them to the heights of ecstasy and enjoying the bliss of having multiple wives until the sky began to lighten, at which point the grand feast slowly came to an end.

The next morning, at the entrance of the ancient tomb.

Three stunningly beautiful figures stood silently, watching the figure in blue gradually disappear into the distance until it vanished at the end of the mountain path.

Their hearts seemed to drift away with that departing figure.

A month later.

The Kingdom of Dali, Wuliang Mountain.

This place is already in the southwestern border region, with rolling mountains that are completely different from the scenery of the Central Plains.

The mountains are lush with vegetation, and even though it is late autumn, they are still full of vitality.

Various exotic flowers and plants grow freely along the mountain streams, emitting a unique fragrance.

The air was filled with a moist yet refreshing scent.

A figure, like a mountain spirit, traversed the treacherous mountain path.

He was dressed in ordinary blue cloth clothes, with a tall and straight figure. His steps seemed slow, but each step he took was as if he had shrunk the distance to an inch, and in the blink of an eye he was already dozens of feet away.

It was Lin Xuan who had come all the way from Zhongnan Mountain.

In a month, he traveled day and night, finally traversing thousands of miles of the Song Dynasty's territory.

Instead of taking the official roads, he deliberately chose those secluded mountain paths, showcasing his lightness skill to the fullest.

He stood halfway up Wuliang Mountain, gazing into the distance.

In the distance, amidst the swirling clouds and mist of the valley, one could vaguely make out a magnificent palace of Sword Lake, built against the mountainside, exuding an extraordinary aura.

That should be the location of the Wuliang Sword Sect in Dali.

Chapter 130: Langhuan Paradise

Lin Xuan's figure moved like a nimble ape, traversing the treacherous mountain path.

The reason he came to Wuliang Mountain first, instead of heading straight to Dali City, was naturally due to his own considerations.

While the matter of the Mongol envoy was urgent, according to Huang Rong's letter, the envoy was traveling via the Western Regions, a long and arduous journey, and it would take some time for him to reach Dali.