The saints are highly virtuous and do not care to talk about strange, powerful, chaotic, gods.
The wayfarer lacks virtue and only makes up things: lust, desire, evil, and devil.
Zi Buye Series – Immortals in Pictures from Taiping Guangji – Zhenzhen
During the Tang Dynasty, there was a man named Zhao Yan who entered the earth, and he was given a canvas made of silk with a beautiful woman painted on it by a master painter.
This beautiful woman is extraordinary; hair bun high comb, cloud temples hanging; curved eyebrows, almond eyes, red cheeks, lips; chest full waist, shoulder cut buttocks rich. The languid and standing look of love and pity; the state of the slightly fluttering sleeve is vivid.
Zhao Yan looked really jaw-dropping, praise, anxious to say to the artist: “Such a beautiful woman in the world, you are copying the girl with that family? Please tell me, I would like to take her as my wife.”
The painter smiled and said, “I am a god among painters. This woman’s name is “Zhenzhen”, not a mortal. However, you only need to call her name to the person in the painting for a hundred days, she will definitely respond to you, and then you take a hundred colorful ash wine to drink to her, she is bound to live.” After saying this, he turned into light smoke and left.
Zhao Yan wondered, rushed home to hang the painting properly, according to the fairy painter said to do. He called Zhen Zhen’s name day and night, and on the hundredth day, the beauty on the painting agreed to say, “En!”
Zhao Yan is really surprised, hurry to take a hundred colorful gray wine to drink to her, really really turned into a living person. Zhen Zhen came down from the canvas and walked and laughed like a normal person, and also ate and drank like a normal person. But the canvas is empty of a human form of white, Zhao Yan believe that she is the “fairy in the painting”.
Zhen Zhen said to Zhao Yan: “Thank you for summoning me so sincerely, and I know your heart, I am very willing to be your wife, to preside over the household affairs for you, and to take care of your life.”
Zhao Yan heard really smiling, excited to the extreme, so he went up to embrace, asked for a room immediately. Zhenzhen shyly acquiesced, half-push half-obliged to let Zhao Yan led to the bedroom.
Zhao Yan with slightly trembling hands to undo Zhen Zhen’s front placket, snow-white plump breasts popped out, exposed in front of Zhao Yan’s eyes. As if they were ripe fruits, Zhao Yan was almost unable to breathe, and looked at them with unblinking eyes.
Receiving Zhao Yan’s lustful gaze, Zhen Zhen was so shy that she almost wanted to dig a hole in the ground, and subconsciously held her hands in front of her chest to cover it up. This kind of appearance and action of Zhen Zhen, more excited Zhao Yan, can not help but immediately rushed up to kiss Zhen Zhen, and reached out to fumble with Zhen Zhen’s belt, to undo it!
The snow-white and plump flesh was revealed to Zhao Yan as her clothes slipped off. Zhao Yan helped Zhen Zhen lie down on the bed, kissing and caressing the naked skin wantonly. Zhen Zhen’s eyes were closed, her long and arched eyelashes fluttering slightly.
Zhao Yan’s lips pressed against Zhen Zhen’s moist and sweet-smelling Zhu lips; his right hand gently rubbed Zhen Zhen’s plump and tender breasts. Zhen Zhen’s mature, plump breasts made it really impossible for Zhao Yan to cover them completely with just one hand. Zhao Yan used his fingers to hold the pink nipple, gently rubbing and teasing the nipple at the same time.
The pleasure coming from the tips of her breasts made Zhen Zhen’s body tremble fiercely. There was a hot, wet tide from the depths of the uterus, extending a kind of itchy, feeling slowly spread from the vagina. Marilyn’s mouth was dry, her body was hot, her heart was beating rapidly, and she opened her lips slightly and moaned as if she was in pain.
Zhao Yan to the other hand slides to the real under the belly, put the palm of the hand tightly pressed and then the pubic mound of dense hair, curved the middle finger in the tender labia friction, light pressure. Zhen Zhen’s snow-white thighs, non-stop spasms, but also from time to time to lift up the buttocks swaying from side to side, two on the more lewd expression.
As his lust rose, Zhao Yan’s fingers became more intense, occasionally probing into the wet honey hole. Amidst lustful moans, Zhen Zhen climbed to the peak of pleasure, her snow-white body stretched out violently, her whole body began to convulse, while she shook her head frantically, and a large amount of liquid erupted from the opening of her vagina before going limp on the bed, her feeble body undulating as she breathed…
A moment later, Zhen Zhen reluctantly slightly open charming eyes, found Zhao Yan has removed the clothes on the body, is about to lie down on the body, can not help but shy and tightly closed eyes again, inwardly looking forward to a passionate contact.
Using his index and middle fingers, Zhao Yan slowly parted the petals that had long been wet, revealing the wet, glossy, bright red flesh hole, slowly lifting his waist and pushing his swollen, hard, hot glans into the hole, and then a warm, hooped feeling tightly surrounded the front of his rod as if it was going to melt him.
“Eh!” A stinging pain like a tear in the skin made Zhen Zhen bite her lower lip and let out a wail, pressing her thighs tightly with both hands and grunting in a pleading manner, “It… hurts… softer…”
Zhao Yan knows the pain of the virgin for the first time, endure their own strong desire not dare to force the rush, so change the straight thrust for the rotating grinding trend, the lower body as the center of the intersection, twisting the waist for the inverted cone rotation, so that not only to let their glans can be rubbed by the stimulation, but also to let the narrow hole slowly adapted to the thick rod, more can inspire the real lust.
Sure enough, under Zhao Yan’s teasing, Zhen Zhen’s hole stirred up again like worms, and the stinging sensation gradually disappeared. Zhen Zhen spread her legs as far apart as she could, using her calves to support herself on the bed, letting her waist rise, ‘Zi! The rod entered almost halfway, filling her hole to the brim.
Zhao Yan felt that the meat stick was tightly wrapped in the hot, wet, warm vagina, as if a baby was clinging to its mother’s warm embrace as peaceful and content. Zhao Yan slowly withdrew his meat stick, and then thrust it in deeply with a bang, letting the glans go right up against the uterine wall.
“Ah!” The exciting pleasure, mixed with a slight tingle, rushed to the top of her head like a strong electric current, and Zhen Zhen let out a hoarse hum in forgetfulness.
Encouraged by Zhen Zhen’s lustful ravings, Zhao Yan recklessly thrusts and rams as hard as he can. Every time Zhao Yan went deeper, he hit Zhen Zhen’s womb hard, and once again brought Zhen Zhen to the peak of her lust.
“Ah!” Zhen Zhen clenched her teeth, and her wriggling hips suddenly pushed upward with great force, arching her back, and her whole body shuddered and shifted, while she let out a cry of joy: “Uh… Uh… Ah… …”
Zhao Yan felt a hot stream flooding the rod from the convulsing hole of Zhen Zhen, and the wriggling vaginal walls massaged the rod as if it was sucking. An acidic excitement flashed from the root of the rod and scrotum, Zhao Yan thrust a few times, and a stream of thick sperm suddenly rushed out.
“Ah!” Zhao Yan and Zhen Zhen hissed in unison, as if declaring to the world that the two of them had gotten the most beautiful pleasure on earth in their lustful passion.
After she had fully ejaculated, Zhen Zhen’s hole was still wrapped tightly around Zhao Yan’s rod, her face flushed red, her long eyelashes flickering, quietly enjoying the aftermath of her orgasm…
Time flew by, and in a flash two years had passed, and the son that Zhen Zhen had given birth to for Zhao Yan was already two years old.
On that day, a friend of Zhao Yan’s named Xia (who was really nasty) came to the door while Zhao Yan was not at home and flirted with Zhen Zhen, saying some nasty things about praise, adoration, and sensationalism… and he was on the verge of making a pass at Zhen Zhen.
Zhen Zhen was so furious that her petite body trembled, and without saying a word she held up a broom to drive people away.
Unhappy to be shut out, Xia found a chance to incite Zhao Yan, saying, “Your wife is a demon! I have a Peachwood Sword that can restrain her.” He was about to give it to Zhao Yan. With that, he was about to give the sword to Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan originally did not want to take it and did not believe that Zhen Zhen would harm him, but Na Xia pretended to be kind and said, “Keep it, it’s good to keep it for future use.” Zhao Yan had no choice but to accept the Peach Wooden Sword.
Zhao Yan had just brought the peach wood sword home, Zhen Zhen understood Zhao Yan’s feelings at first sight, so she cried and said: “I was originally an Earth Immortal in Nanlu, but somehow I was depicted by someone else. And you keep calling my name, I don’t want to disappoint you, so I came to be your husband and wife. Now that you suspect me, I can no longer live in your house.” With that, she spat out the hundred-colored gray wine she had drank before, and floated up the silken day-scroll, hand in hand with her son.
Zhao Yan was only stunned for a moment, but Zhen Zhen and her son had disappeared, and when he looked at the soft hanging scroll, it was still the same old painting, except that Zhen Zhen was accompanied by an additional child, who turned out to be his own son… (end)