A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

"Bastard!!"

The streets of West Kowloon at night reek of urine.

At the corner of the alley, drunk gang members sang loudly in twos and threes, while a few gang members and young women were playing with each other's bodies against the wall.

Xiahou Wu stared intently at the dark figure leaping across the rooftops.

No wonder his junior sister has been distancing herself from him lately.

No wonder my junior sister always says her old ailment has relapsed when I ask her to practice martial arts.

Xiahou Wu naively believed that the high-intensity work of opening a martial arts school and taking on disciples in Hong Kong had caused his junior sister to be exhausted.

He even went to the vegetable market in the west and bought a few old hens to nourish his junior sister's body.

He had overheard the whispers among his fellow disciples, but his junior sister had grown up with him since childhood.

He has never been in contact with any other men, and even when the sect performs for free, his junior sister stays by his side.

He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that after only half a month of working on a case with Lu Xuanxin, his junior sister's heart already belonged to someone else.

But the sounds and suppressed trembling I heard from my junior sister's room just now...

Xiahou Wu was still deceiving himself, because every time he fought someone, if his muscles were injured, the pain in the middle of the night was unbearable.

But... when he saw the dark figure leap out from the roof of the martial arts school, all of that shattered.

What the disciples in the sect said was true. During the past two weeks, while he was helping Lu Xuanxin with her case, a man met with his junior sister every night.

Half a month!!!
The beautiful and innocent junior sister spent half a month fooling around with someone.

He didn't dare to recall that scene; the excruciating pain was unbearable.

His beloved junior sister, whom he had protected for half his life, was treated like this...

"Bastard!!"

Xiahou Wu ran out.

"Hey, you old geezer... why are you running so fast? Is your wife cheating on you?"

The thugs at the alley entrance were comfortably enjoying their sewer life when they were startled by Xiahou Wu's furious roar.

A skinny, thug stood up, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and shouted defiantly.

Xiahou Wu stopped abruptly and turned to look at the gangster.

"Hey, what kind of look is that on your dad? ... Brothers, loosen up this little punk's muscles."

"Let him know that West Kowloon is our territory after midnight."

Xiahou Wu stared blankly at the surrounding rooftops. The person was incredibly fast, able to leap across long distances between rooftops.

Master.

A rare master, especially when he saw Feng Yuxiu leap over two rooftops six meters apart.

Xiahou Wu's steps began to slow down; this level of expert was no less than him.

Who exactly is he? How did such a master emerge from the Hong Kong martial arts world?
Impossible, my junior sister will always be so pure and innocent.

A master who can reach this level is at least in their late forties.

My junior sister is only twenty-six, how could she possibly be with someone so much older?

She had always longed for the kind of chivalrous woman from ancient times, and wanted a partner who embodied the righteousness of a knight-errant.

Therefore, for so many years Xiahou Wu has tried his best to uphold the image of an ancient knight-errant, and he thought that his junior sister could fall in love with him.

But now, after decades of hard work, someone has poached his partner.

How could this not infuriate him?
"Hey."

Suddenly, a slap landed on Xiahou Wu's shoulder, and in a fit of rage, Xiahou Wu instantly swung his right elbow horizontally.

"Hehehe..."

The thug's eyes widened instantly, and he clutched his neck in disbelief, staggering backward before collapsing to the ground.

The back of his head slammed heavily onto the concrete floor with a thud.

The surrounding thugs froze in place, staring at their brother in disbelief.

"Fuck him!"

Thugs love gang fights the most, and when there are many of them, they even dare to attack the police.

Xiahou Wu was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it, so he rolled up his sleeves and went to meet him.

The situation was completely one-sided; these thugs were no match for Xiahou Wu.

But right around the corner, Feng Yuxiu was leaning against the wall, playing with a rusty iron nail in his right hand.

After much deliberation, he threw down the nails and turned to leave.

He was a grandmaster of martial arts, after all; he would never steal money using such methods. Besides, if he wanted to kill Xiahou Wu, why would he have lingered in Hong Kong for so long?

In this life, he wants Xiahou Wu to experience the despair he felt in his previous life when he was condemned by everyone.

After thoroughly beating up the group of thugs, Xiahou Wu gradually calmed down his furious emotions.

He took a deep breath, walked to a night shop, bought a cup of coffee, and stared blankly at the emptiness of the night.

What do we do now? Should we just go back like nothing happened?

His junior sister, whom he had always regarded as a pure and innocent girl, had this kind of thing done to her in her boudoir.

The suppressed trembling of his junior sister's voice in her boudoir just now vaguely echoed in his mind. Even if he was dull-witted, he knew what had happened.

Separated by a door, how my junior sister was being toyed with inside.

"Ha ha……"

Xiahou Wu's anger made him tremble all over. He never thought that one day he would use the word "play with" to describe his junior sister.

"Junior sister, why...why did you do this to me..."

Xiahou Wu slowly squatted down on the ground, his fierce expression turning into mania.

"No, it must have been my junior sister who was forced!"

Xiahou Wu stood up, his eyes turning sinister. "Definitely. Junior Sister has never been in contact with a man since she was a child. How could she fall for a man in just half a month?"

"She's been a chivalrous woman since childhood, and ordinary men are vulgar in her eyes. It's impossible for an outstanding man to suddenly appear."

"Flower thief!"

Without thinking, Xiahou Wu blurted out those three words.

The so-called "yin-nourishing and yang-tonifying" exercises are just the figments of imagination of writers like Gu Long and Jin Yong. Such exercises simply do not exist in the world.

The so-called flower thief is simply someone who, unable to progress in martial arts, turns to martial arts instead.

To put it bluntly, this group of people are just martial arts thugs who have learned martial arts skills and use them to satisfy their lustful desires.

As for those thieves and chivalrous robbers... they're all the same.

Despite possessing martial arts skills, he attacks ordinary people, regardless of their character.

The martial arts world has its own circle. Anyone who crosses that line and enters the world of ordinary people is a disgrace to the martial arts world.

Xiahou Wu took a deep breath. "That must be it. Junior Sister has been kidnapped by a flower thief!"

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At the same time, Shan Ying was going through an inner struggle inside the martial arts school.

She lay in bed, covered with a thin blanket, but felt restless and hot all over.

More than two hours have passed since Feng Yuxiu left, but his presence still seems to linger in the room.

It wasn't a tangible smell, but a sense of presence, a kind of oppressive feeling that she couldn't ignore.

She raised her hand and looked at her arm in the moonlight streaming in from the window.

There are a few faint red marks on my arm, left from the treatment.

Feng Yuxiu's technique was extremely rough, and each press made her almost suffocate from the pain. But strangely, after the pain subsided, her muscles, which had been tense for years, actually relaxed.

The old injuries to my shoulders and neck no longer ache, and the stiff parts of my inner thighs that had been stiff from years of high kicks have become soft.

Even the hidden injuries left from the martial arts competition three years ago were greatly relieved by his techniques.

"How could he know?" Shan Ying murmured to herself, "How could he know the location of every old wound on my body?"

This question confused and unsettled her.

This is the fourth time Feng Yuxiu has come tonight.

Dan Ying turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

She had to admit that Feng Yuxiu's treatment, though rough, was extremely effective. Each press precisely located the lesion, and each kneading unblocked the meridians that had been congested for years.

As a martial arts practitioner, Shan Ying understood the value of this treatment better than anyone else.

But the price was her dignity.

During each treatment, she had to completely relax and let those rough, large hands press on her body.

Some of those areas were even private places that she herself rarely touched.

What she finds most embarrassing is that when the pain reaches its peak, her body makes uncontrollable sounds.

Suppressed groans and rapid breathing sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

My senior brother is outside the door tonight.

Shan Ying had no idea how much Xiahou Wu had heard or guessed.

"I'm sorry, senior brother," Shan Ying murmured, her eyes welling up with tears again.

She and Xiahou Wu grew up together, and her senior brother always took good care of her.

After her master passed away, her senior brother single-handedly supported the martial arts school and protected her.

To outsiders, they were a match made in heaven and would get married sooner or later.

Shan Ying herself once thought so too.

Until Feng Yuxiu appeared.

This mysterious man barged into her life in the most abrupt way, shattering everything she had taken for granted.

He was cold, domineering, and unquestionable, yet he could see through all her pain at a glance and heal her in the most direct way.

This is a feeling that is extremely contradictory.

She hated his rudeness, yet she relied on his treatment.

She resisted his approach, yet secretly longed for his arrival in the quiet of the night.

"What's wrong with me?" Shan Ying sat up and covered her face with her hands.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a long, thin patch of light on the floor.

She stared at the spot of light for a long time, then suddenly remembered what Feng Yuxiu had said before he left.

"Your senior brother will kill me."

As he said this, his expression remained calm, as if he were discussing the weather.

But Shan Ying could hear the seriousness in his voice.

If Xiahou Wu discovers their treatment, he will indeed act without hesitation.

Will that man fight back? With his martial arts skills, can my senior brother win?
Dan Ying dared not think any further.

She threw back the covers, got out of bed, walked to the window, and gently pulled back a corner of the curtains.

The back alley was empty, with only a few abandoned wooden crates piled up in the corner.

The moonlight shone on the damp ground, reflecting a faint glow.

Everything seemed calm and normal.

But Shan Ying always felt that there was a pair of eyes watching them from the shadows.

Is that my senior brother? Will he turn back?
Or... is it that the man actually didn't leave?

This thought made Shan Ying's heart race.

She quickly drew the curtains, leaned against the wall, and took a few deep breaths.

This cannot go on.

She told herself that she had to put an end to it.

They could either completely refuse Feng Yuxiu's treatment, endure the pain of their old injuries recurring, and return to their original peaceful life.

Either...

Dan Ying shook her head, not daring to continue thinking about that possibility.

She paced around the room, from the window to the door, and then from the door back to the window.

The physical relief she felt reminded her of the treatment's effectiveness, while the pangs of conscience tormented her.

Finally, she stopped in front of the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were red and swollen, and there were bite marks on her lips.

If someone saw him like this, they would all have a lot of thoughts.

Shan Ying picked up a comb and began to slowly comb her long hair. Her movements were mechanical and repetitive, but her thoughts drifted far away.

She recalled the scene of practicing martial arts with Xiahou Wu when she was a child.

Her senior brother always let her win; even though he could easily win, he would deliberately reveal a weakness and let her win.

The master saw this and would always shake his head and sigh, saying, "Wu'er, if you protect her like this, she will never become a true martial artist."

After her master passed away, Xiahou Wu indeed took over the responsibility of caring for her.

He took care of all the affairs of the martial arts school, allowing her to focus solely on martial arts training.

The other students privately said that their senior brother was trying to raise her like a flower in a greenhouse.

Shan Ying was once angry about this and had a big argument with Xiahou Wu.

But after the argument, everything went back to normal.

Her senior brother continued to arrange everything for her, and she continued to live under his protection.

Until Feng Yuxiu appeared.

This man never lets her have her way.

In their first encounter, he subdued her with the most ruthless moves, showing no mercy whatsoever.

This was especially true during treatment; no matter how hard she gritted her teeth and endured it, he would not lessen his strength.

“It’s only through pain that you can get better,” he said. “Just endure it.”

Strangely, this ruthless treatment made Shan Ying feel a certain...reality.

In front of Feng Yuxiu, she was not a junior sister who needed protection, nor the deputy head of the martial arts school, but simply a martial artist who was injured and needed treatment.

This simplification of identity made her feel at ease, even though the treatment process was filled with pain and shame.

The comb stopped in mid-air as Shan Ying stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror.

She knew she was making excuses.

No matter how effective the treatment is, it should not be carried out in this way.

She should have firmly refused, should have told her senior, should have…

But deep down, a voice asks: Do you really want to refuse?

The voice was very soft, yet it sent a shiver down Shan Ying's spine.

She put down the comb, turned around, and walked back to the bedside.

As I lay down, my arm accidentally touched the scar on my side.

That was an old wound from many years ago, which Feng Yuxiu treated specially tonight.

The skin around the scar was still slightly warm, and when pressed, there was a strange, deep-seated soreness.

This is the feeling of the meridians being unblocked, something Shan Ying, as a martial arts practitioner, knows all too well.

She closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep.

But the body still remembers the pressure applied, how the pain turned into heat, and the strangely reassuring feeling of being completely controlled.

And those sounds.

Her voice escaped uncontrollably in the dead of night, carrying pain, release, and emotions she dared not delve into.

The distant chimes of the clock tower could be heard outside the window.

It's 3 a.m.

Dan Ying turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

The smell of medicinal oil seemed to linger in the bedding, faint yet persistent.

She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

As she knew, Feng Yuxiu might come again tomorrow night.

What terrified her even more was that she was secretly anticipating it. (End of Chapter)