Are you all after the heroine? I married that female devil

A little warmth left his cheeks in an instant.

Shen Yian touched his face in a daze, feeling the slight moisture.

The silly girl just attacked me?

Looking again, Ye Liyan had already put on the gauze hat at some point, and her small hands deliberately lowered the brim of the hat, like a child who had made a mistake, trying to hide something, with that stupid look that poked at someone's girlish heart.

Shen Yian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and skillfully grabbed the silly girl's hand with a smile in his eyes: "Let's go."

"Ah."

The only response he received was the shy voice of a girl as thin as a mosquito.

A handful of golden light shone from the sky, reflecting the surface of the river and dyeing the ships passing by with a layer of broken gold.

Cheng Hai was holding a long sword and looking far away. Covered in this golden glow, he looked like a golden-armored general about to go on an expedition.

Even the flower girl who knew countless people couldn't help but take a few more glances.

It's a pity that it has a zombie face, alas~

"Click."

The door opened, and Shen Yian walked out holding Ye Liyan's little hand.

"Master."

"Son."

Cheng Hai and Hua Niang, who had been waiting for a long time, saluted at the same time.

"Let's go back."

"Yes, sir."

The two small boats slowly docked against the rippling river water. The flower lady stood on the bow of the boat, waving the silk gauze in her hands and shouting delicately: "Sir, let's go slowly~"

When someone is accompanied by a female companion, she won't shout out words such as "Uncle, come and play again next time~".

In my heart, I still hope that these aristocratic children with tutors will come often, spend a lot of money, give big tips, and won't bring trouble to the girls on the ship, so why not do it.

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The Holy Land of Sword Cultivators in the World - Southeast Sword Lake.

Legend has it that this place was a corner of the ancient battlefield. A peerless swordsman once came here and built it into his cave.

As time passed, the Sword Immortal went eastward without returning. A sword-making family moved here and found that this place was rich in gold and iron deposits that the family dreamed of. They stayed here, and the swords they forged filled the area for several miles. plain.

Later, a huge flood came from the east, destroying everything and submerging everything. The sword-making family disappeared, and their swords remained here forever.

Historical changes happened when a scholar passing by for exams slipped and fell into the lake. After being rescued by villagers, everyone discovered that the scholar had an old iron sword in his hand.

Many brave villagers jumped into the lake to find out.

A young man with excellent water skills dived deep, and was horrified to find that the bottom of this huge lake was densely packed with swords.

The young man went into the water three times and tried his best, but could not pull out a sword, and finally returned in despair.

Word of mouth spread about the Sword Lake, attracting countless people to come from thousands of miles away just to see whether the bottom of the lake was what the rumors said.

Because Jian Lake is close to Southeast Mountain, there are more people and more people shouting, so it is named Southeast Jian Lake.

There is also the scholar who fell into the lake. He seemed to have lost his soul since he woke up. Instead of going to take the exam, he sat cross-legged by the lake holding the old iron sword all day long.

I don’t know how many days and nights, how many springs, summers, autumns and winters passed, but the scholar suddenly stood up and looked up to the sky, laughing.

"A green lotus grows Hongmeng,"

"Three thousand worlds hit by one sword!"

"I understand! I finally understand! Hahahahaha!"

According to the memories of a swordsman who was present.

His ears seemed to be surrounded by the sound of countless swords that day, and beautiful green lotuses bloomed on the entire sword lake. Accompanied by the hearty laughter, a green-clothed sword fairy stepped eastward with his sword, and met with that The peerless swordsman usually never returns.

That scholar later had a title that everyone knew and knew - Chu Fengge, the Immortal of Poetry and Swordsman!

The Poet Sword Immortal once attained enlightenment and entered a state of fugue. He stepped eastward with his sword and never returned.

It was passed down to ten, passed on to hundreds, and passed on to thousands. More and more sword cultivators came here in admiration. Southeast Sword Lake has truly become a holy place in the hearts of sword cultivators.

At dusk, the setting sun left only a line of blood red on the horizon. A light mist lingered on the lake from all directions, adding a bit of mystery to Jianhu Lake.

A trestle that is neither wide nor long extends into the lake, with four or five small boats moored around it.

At the end of the trestle, an old man wearing a raincoat sat cross-legged, with a slightly bowed figure and a bamboo pole in his hand.

"Whoa!"

The old man's droopy eyes raised slightly, and his thin old hand grasped the bamboo pole and raised it abruptly, and a plump carp jumped out of the water.

"You don't seem to be a swordsman, why are you here?" The old man took off the fishhook and put the carp back into the lake.

"Take the sword."

Fu Sheng held the scabbard in his hand and bowed in salute.

"Get the sword? Just jump into the lake and get it for yourself. What are you doing here, old man?"

"No, you smell like that brat."

The old man suddenly frowned and his voice became colder.

"You came here to get his sword?!"

"Yes." Fu Sheng responded.

"Damn it, that brat used the entire Sword Lake to raise his broken sword. Do you know what immoral things he did with that broken sword?!" The old man could no longer maintain the attitude of a worldly master just now. He looked like he was jumping up, pointing at Fu Sheng, and yelling curses.

Fu Sheng silently took half a step back, avoiding the attack range of the old man's saliva.

As he was cursing, the old man's face became stern, his cloudy eyes revealed a warm look, he clenched the bamboo pole tightly with his big hands, veins popped out in his arms, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Damn it, after so long, you finally took the bait!"

A huge whirlpool suddenly appeared in the huge sword lake, causing waves to rise. Even the mist dissipated a little. The trestle trembled under the impact of the waves. It seemed that something terrible was about to appear in the lake.

"Get out for me!"

The old man was surrounded by terrifying energy, and his whole body expanded unknowingly. The bamboo pole had been bent into a C shape, but it was still tough and had no tendency to break.

"Roar!!!"

A hundred-meter-high water curtain suddenly rose in the center of the vortex, and an unknown roar resounded throughout the world. All beasts in the forest were as silent as cicadas, and large numbers of birds flew up in fright.

"Wow!"

The water curtain fell, and Fu Sheng instinctively took half a step back. His eyes widened, and his dark eyes reflected a five-clawed black dragon hovering in the sky with fangs and claws!

dragon!

Creatures that only exist in legends!

There is actually a black dragon in this sword lake!

wrong!

Fu Sheng suddenly came back to his senses, and when he looked closely, he found that the black dragon was not a real entity!

The trembling sound of the scabbard in his hand echoed the black dragon.

Could this be His Highness's sword? !

"Roar!"

The black dragon roared angrily at the old man, and its huge dragon body turned into a three-foot sword hanging in the air.

"Humph, you beast! The old man will destroy you today!"

The old man tugged on the bamboo pole, and the fishing line wrapped around the hilt of the long sword suddenly exerted force and pulled it down.

tread!

Hearing the sound, he glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye. The old man glared angrily and shouted, "You want to take it away?!"

"Crack!"

The big hand turned the bottom of the bamboo pole, and a two-finger-thick sword was drawn out and swung down. The majestic blue sword energy tore the trestle apart instantly.

boom!

The yin and yang fishes condensed between Fu Sheng's brows, and the pale Gang Qi in his right hand was condensed to clash with the majestic sword Qi. The domineering Gang Jin tore open the sword Qi and surged towards the old man.

The old man was astonished and thrust out the thin sword in his hand. The gangly energy split into two streams with the tip of the sword as the point and blasted towards the lake.

Tens of meters of water curtain stirred up, and two streams of light, one green and one white, quickly crisscrossed and collided on the floating wood on the lake. The cold sword energy and domineering power continued to surge around, as if they were about to shatter the sky.

The world suddenly became quiet.

A long sword flew towards him, Fu Sheng raised the scabbard, and the sword returned to its sheath automatically.

The old man standing in the distance said in a solemn voice: "Take it and get out!"

Fu Sheng glanced at his right hand, which was covered with sword marks, and said, "This junior has something to say."

"That brat? You must have nothing nice to say!" The old man frowned and snorted, his tone softer than before.

"May I ask, senior, if he is in the air force again today?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Sheng rushed away in the distance, leaving the old man stunned for two seconds before he began to curse.

"Cough cough..."

The old man coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, looked at his arm that was almost twisted into twists by the terrifying force, and sighed: "This little monster came out of nowhere, it's really unlucky."

"That's all, it's time for the old man to rest for a while..."