Xianyang City, the capital of the Great Qin Emperor, is the most prosperous place in the world.

The range of the city site is about east from Tianlanshui, west to the tomb of the broken king, north to the Taiyuan capital of Tai, the south is close to the Weishui River, the Huai River Luoshui is interspersed with it, the aura in the city is Ruiying, and the people who cultivate the Tao can not be counted.

"What kind of person is that girl?" asked Qianfan.

"Heroic, iron-blooded and soft-hearted, he is really a hero among women, and his cultivation realm is also extremely high, it is said that he has reached the Dao Tibetan realm a few years ago, and he can be regarded as a Tianjiao among the younger generation in Xianyang City!" Xiao Lin replied, with a glint in his eyes, which was a highly respected performance.

"But even so, how can the little girl face those vicious demons?" said Qian Fan with a smile, but she couldn't see any change in her expression.

"I heard that the miracle doctor Bian Que has entered the world and hung the pot to save the world, what do you think of this matter, will there be any changes because of this. Qianfan asked, to test these female generals who had fought on the battlefield.

"It's okay, didn't he also open a pharmacy, there are countless disciples in it, even if there are any serious injuries, they can be treated, besides, those disciples have obtained his true inheritance, and the alchemy technique is also pure love, and they can be called great pharmacists!"

"Yes, I said that there is nothing strange about this, only the violent death of the king of Chu, this incident caused a sensation at the time, and there is still residual prestige!"

"Huh, huh?"

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In the light rain on Tianjie, in the ten-mile corridor, a young man in white held an oil-paper umbrella and walked alone on the ancient road next to Luoshui.

Since he sealed the front edge a few days ago, his personality has changed greatly, and he always feels that although he is still the same person, his cold face still occupies most of the time. But I always felt that there would be a glimmer of brilliance in Qianfan's dark pupils, with a hint of cunning, it seemed to be the feeling of the little demon king who stirred up the Tianjiao Continent back then.

It's like today, a person goes out, in this autumn rain, strolling on the ancient road. Of course, there is a bridge on the water, and walking on the bridge, he has a feeling, as if he is not in the city, but in the primeval forest. It was an amazing feeling, and he enjoyed it a lot.

Of course, there should have been a girl with a spring behind him, but today, Qianfan's dress was different from before, deliberately covering up the sad and desolate artistic conception, but no one recognized him, he was the famous nest boy.

No surprises. Qianfan's oil-paper umbrella was like a barrier, separating him from the world. Even if you watch it, it's a little less artistic conception.

After thinking for a moment, he didn't hesitate at all, a blue light flashed in his hand, and lightning in the shape of a true dragon was flying, instantly. The oil-paper umbrella was turned into powder, floating in the breeze.

In the long river, there is a poignant love story, it is said that there was a fluctuating love back then, and the human boy fell in love with the saint of the demon clan. In this river, a painting boat runs through, and the moment a boy and a girl look at each other, it is already a deep sinking.

Qian Fan remembered such a story, that when he was still walking here, the group of girls confided, and he heard it. Today, he is standing on such an ancient road again, he doesn't know what he is thinking about in his heart, and when he looks up, the long bridge that has been built for an unknown number of years is still standing.

He walked forward, and as soon as he stepped on the long bridge, a painting boat had passed, just like many years ago, in the mist and rain, there was a young man standing on the long bridge, the rain wet his clothes, but he had a happy face.

There is no one paddling on the boat, for the cultivators, these things are meaningless, just have spiritual power to urge, and they can't see the scenery in the boat, because there is a pink barrier that covers everything, but the people on the boat see the scenery on the water.

In the painting boat, there is a beautiful woman standing behind the barrier, in the air, there is a picture scroll floating, the woman is painting with spiritual power, the painting is the ancient long bridge, at the moment gray and low, without a trace of emotion.

Deeper, there was another girl, heroic, dressed in armor, lying lazily in the cabin, I don't know when she woke up, rubbed her eyes a little worried, smiled, and came to the side of the woman who was painting.

"Mother, why are you still painting, I've been asleep here, didn't we say that we want to come here and have a good time, you don't want to paint!" The girl laughed, shaking the arm of the painting woman, and kept spoiling.

When the woman saw her beloved little daughter wake up, she also showed a sweet smile: "You lazy girl! Hehe, I want to go there again today, and I don't look like a lady at all!"

The girl wrinkled her nose, and a cute and playful line appeared on the wing of her nose: "You can't blame me, you can only blame your mother, who taught you to give birth to me!"

The girl's big smart eyes grunted again, and her voice became more and more sweet and docile: "Mother, I heard that it was the Tianyu Festival in a few days, and I heard that Xianyang City was lively at that time, why don't we go and see it together?"

"That's not good, that's the kind of place I can go to, if your father knows about it, you can't scold me to death!" The woman who looked as beautiful as a girl looked helpless, she was going to be spoiled by this daughter.

"Oh, what is Mother drawing this time?" said the girl, who did not continue, for she remembered her stern and old-fashioned father and was afraid.

"No, it's the bridge outside!" said the woman, but her hand continued to draw downward, and she was very attentive to this matter, well, if it were not for his daughter, she would have been more attentive.

The girl followed the direction pointed by her mother, and subconsciously looked ahead, but in an instant, she felt that the whole world was sinking, and above her mother's picture scroll, there was the gray ancient bridge, but there was no figure on it, but at this time, her eyes were not only reflected in the bridge, or rather, she did not see the long bridge at all.

A young man, who looks like he is about the same age as her, his black hair is entwined by a turquoise hairpin, his handsome face seems to be like an immortal from the sky, dressed in white, slightly wet with water droplets, and his figure seems to be tall and handsome, but at this moment, he is walking in the drizzle at will, and he is willing to be drenched in the rain without using Taoism to cover the rain.

Like most girls, just a face, the girl was instantly attracted by the teenager, feeling that her whole body was numb, and the figure of the teenager in her mind was reverberating deeply.

"Ying'er, what's wrong with you?" the woman asked with some confusion when she noticed the girl's strange appearance.

"No, it's okay!" the girl turned around and looked away with reluctance.

Her name is Yan Ying'er, a princess from Yan Kingdom, the rumored first lady of the same generation, who has shined in all previous wars.

However, on the long bridge, the picture at this moment is too beautiful to look at directly, but unfortunately the only two viewers have withdrawn their gaze, one is standing in the bridge to paint, and the other is blushing, not knowing what he is thinking.

Because the next moment Yan Ying'er moved her gaze, another oil-paper umbrella appeared above Qianfan's head, and the movements were so gentle and delicate that Qianfan didn't notice it.

Gradually, Qian Fan realized that something was wrong, turned around slowly, and stood on the spot for a moment・・・・・・

He seemed to see a side face outlined with a pen, a little lonely, a little lonely, but with a gentle smile.

She was also dressed in a white plain dress, holding a paper umbrella in her right hand, like a small world, enclosing these two people in the same world. Qian Fan was shocked, he didn't know how to describe this girl, it should be a pure lotus.

The girl looked at him and smiled, and he looked at the girl and smiled, but neither of them spoke, just walked quietly on the long bridge.

The girl's heart was very fine, she took out a plain white handkerchief, and slowly wiped the water droplets on the handsome face of the young man in front of her, Qianfan hesitated, but did not dodge, let the girl wipe it, and there was a strange smile in the corner of her eyes.

But the girl is a little shy, with a small red face, do you get you don't know how lethal your smile is?

They are actually meeting for the first time, but it seems that they have met thousands of times, and they may know each other in an instant.

"What's your name?" asked the girl who couldn't help herself.

"What about you?"

"My name is Shayho, what about you?"

"Nest Qianfan. ”

"Oh, Chao Qianfan, I remembered, so did you remember my name?"

"I didn't remember your name was Shayho. ”

The two smiling people were wandering in the rain, until the rain stopped, they were separated, Qianfan did not ask the girl's residence, and the people, the girl has not been embarrassed to speak, but she is constantly muttering in her heart, you still don't speak, when will it be!

It's a pity that even when it's time to separate, they still only know each other's names, Xia Yihe's face was full of hesitation, but he never spoke, but the corners of his eyes were red, and he reluctantly left.

"Hey, my name is Chao Qianfan, I'll invite you to dinner when I have time to come to Xingyue Village!" Qianfan shouted as Xia Yihe gradually walked away, but he didn't get any answer.

In fact, Xia Yihe was too excited to speak, and her whole body was constantly trembling, and she probably knew what it meant.

However, Qian Fan is not very concerned about this, in fact, there is a reason why he is here today, that is, the trouble caused by a letter from his father-in-law.

"You even promised me a family affair?" Qianfan muttered secretly, isn't this playing with fire, no wonder the old man didn't come back, he wrote a letter to himself for the first time, it's just a clever plan!

"I don't know what other girls look like, if it's not beautiful enough, I won't do it!" )