Da Zhao, Lin'an Mansion.

On the shore of the West Lake, the white jade railings are endless, and the air is slightly cool, with a little sweet taste.

The turquoise lake is rippling, stirring the lotus leaves on the water and swaying lightly, in the middle of the lake, the red light boats dotted with pieces have begun to brew the restlessness of the spring night, and there is a hidden fair woman, lightly leaning on the window sill of the shipbuilding, and the autumn waves are flowing.

The literati and artists stepped on the bluestone after the rain, wandered on the bank of the long causeway, recited poems, and tiptoed to look at the flower boat from time to time, hoping that if they did not get on the boat on the shore, they could glimpse the charming shadow in the flower boat and engage in white prostitution.

"Alas, it's too far away to see clearly."

"Otherwise, go buy a painting boat and get closer, maybe you can see the Oiran and save a lot of money."

On the causeway, a young man in Tsing Yi carried a pot of wine, took a sip, and muttered.

"But if I don't go to see the Oiran, I won't spend money."

The young man frowned and retorted to himself: "Literati and ink writers, just a mouthful." ”

"Forget it, if you don't have any money, you can't get romantic, and you can't pay the inn's room money."

The young man sighed, unable to enjoy the pleasure of white prostitution, which made him very melancholy.

Raise the wine jug and take a sip on the beautiful scenery of West Lake.

The breeze is blowing, and the willows are clinging.

Looking at the lively West Lake, there were gradually a few ripples in the young man's eyes.

He never thought that one day he would encounter such an outrageous thing, and he would travel to the scholar who entered the Beijing Division to take the exam through the misty time and space.

The scholar himself is not poor, from the family of Chongzhou, and it can even be said that the family is rich, but he does not understand the truth that wealth is not exposed.

The young scholar was called An Le in his previous life and in this life, and he was very acceptable in his name, and his identity in his previous life was an art student who was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, and he was quite accomplished in painting.

After arriving in Beijing, fortunately, with a tael of silver hidden in his trouser pocket, he bought some drawing paper, found some carbon blocks, and sold a few paintings with sketches of different styles, earning some silver taels, and barely gaining a foothold.

In An Le's memory, there was no dynasty called Da Zhao in his previous life, but after inheriting the memory of this body, An Le had a hazy understanding of the whole world.

This world is not ordinary, there are monks, gods and demons, and chaos is like hemp.

An Le came to Beijing all the way, and as far as the eye could see, human life was like grass mustard, and there were frozen bones on the road.

There are foreign powers outside, eyeing each other, ready to go south at any time, pacify the territory of Great Zhao, and completely invade Middle-earth.

The Great Zhao Jingshi was originally in the north, and confronted the barbarian alien race for eight hundred years, and finally the alien race was powerful, and the Great Zhao Emperor ordered the entire imperial court to move to the south, and set up the capital Lin'an, temporarily avoiding the edge.

It has been 500 years since Da Zhao moved south, and the capital Lin'an is extremely prosperous, singing every night, and the idea of going north to regain the lost land in Middle Earth has long been buried under the prosperity.

In Da Zhao, everything is inferior, only the cultivation is high.

Even if you are a scholar, you can't compare to a cultivator.

The imperial examination is even divided into A and B Jinshi, even if you are brilliant in literature and have the talent of the world, you can become a capable minister in the world, but if you are not a practitioner, you can only be on the second list of Jinshi, and only a practitioner can be on the first list and win the champion.

An Le has not been able to practice, but if he wants to live a decent life in this era, it can be regarded as a way out.

This is also the reason why An Le chose to continue to enter Beijing and prepare for the imperial examination.

Even, An Le still has an ambition, that is, to rush to the position of a first-class jinshi.

If you can become a first-class jinshi, you will be the real Dengke and soar to the sky.

Although he is not yet cultivating, he still has hope because he has the support to be a traverser.

Looking at the slightly rippling surface of the West Lake, An Le's pupils were dilated, and a translucent light curtain appeared in front of him.

……

[Name: An Le]

[Time gas: 2 wisps]

【Years and Fruits: None】

……

It is a very simple light curtain, which An Le jumped out of when he stepped into Lin'an Mansion three days ago.

After several attempts, Anle found that through the light curtain, it was able to absorb a gray air flow called the qi of the years.

Although, Anle has not yet figured out the function of the gray airflow.

But there is no doubt that if An Le wants to set foot in the practice, he can only hope for this.

In Dazhao, the status of a cultivator is noble, as long as he sets foot in the practice, the official government registers, and even gets a monthly salary, and it is said that the lowest level of cultivators can get thirty taels of silver.

Thirty taels of silver, enough to be in peace and nourishment.

With a little envy, An Le dispersed the light curtain in front of him, and several literati and rioters on the side couldn't help but be in a commotion, but saw that in the center of the lake, between the clouds and mist, there was a flower boat lit up with a red light, and in the shipbuilding, the curtain was lifted, and the maids in goose yellow dresses slowly walked out of it and stood on both sides.

Although they are far apart, these maidservants are graceful and beautiful, and they are not inferior to the top position in the ordinary flower boat, which makes the hearts of many literati stirring.

This pomp is very special, according to the memory of the original owner, An Le also understands the dignity of the flower boat, the flower boat on the West Lake is also divided into grades, the more the flower boat in the center of the lake, the higher the level, the more noble the identity of the Oiran.

It is even rumored that the Oiran of the top flower boat in the center of the lake is even a cultivator who has cultivated well!

How can the literati and writers not be excited when practicing women to be Oiran, which is an additional bonus to the charm of the profession.

If you can kiss Fangze, even if it is not enough to compose a hundred poems.

Suddenly, an uproar sounded in the pile of literati on the edge of the causeway.

"Fairy Yunrou is here!"

"It's so beautiful, female sword fairy, peerless!"

"If I can get into the flower boat of the Yunrou Fairy, it will be worth it in this life, even if I will not hesitate to let my name fall to Sun Mountain this time!!"

……

The literati and writers chattered endlessly, and the riots continued.

An Le stood up, lifted the flask, and took a sip, the wine spread a strong fragrance at the corners of his slightly upturned lips, and his eyes narrowed slightly, with a touch of excitement.

"It's finally here."

I saw that above the hundred-meter sky, there was a flash of sword light, and a long sword came through the sky.

On the long sword, there is a woman in a white dress, with a slender posture standing on it, three thousand green silk floating, and the mist on the lake lingers, as if it is swept up by the sword qi, and it is peerless.

The woman fell into the flower boat, and the maidservants on both sides bowed to each other, but when she saw the woman in white, she smiled back, her veil covered her mouth and nose, and only her eyebrows and eyes were exposed, as if an electric current was moving.

The people above the electric embankment were excited and itchy.

Although it was not the first time he had seen it, An Le was still amazed, mainly because he saw Edgeworth flying with his own eyes, and the impact was too strong.

The role of the female sword fairy, this era is played like this, which literati can stand such a test?

In An Le's slightly narrowed eyes, the peerless white-clothed Oiran landed on the flower boat, and there were wisps of gray air on his body, which were entangled like snakes.

Counting carefully, there are more than a dozen strands of gray airflow.

The gray air flow is incompatible with the white mist that fills the lake, although it is far away, it is extremely clear in An Le's eyes, and even vaguely, it also has an extremely strong attraction to An Le.

An Le has been soaking on the bank of the West Lake embankment for the past few days, and it is precisely for this cultivator Oiran that the two wisps of age in the light curtain were brought from this Yunrou fairy two days ago.

The first time he saw the Yunrou Fairy on the causeway, An Le explored the time qi on the other party, more than a dozen wisps of time qi, An Le can only get one wisp a day.

Therefore, in the following days, An Le has been coming to the edge of the West Lake to squat.

One wisp a day, slowly.

Although I don't know the function of the years for the time being, in line with the principle of not taking a blank slate, it's always right to do more.

In front of him, a pale golden light curtain emerged.

In the light curtain, the column of [Time Qi] flickered slightly.

Then, An Le saw a wisp of gray air flowing from the top flower boat in the center of the West Lake, breaking away, like a wisp of dandelion floating in the world without restraint.

The grey air currents spanned hundreds of metres across the West Lake and finally lingered at Anle's fingertips.

However, the strange thing is that this gray air current, lingering around An Le's fingertips, turned into gold, like a ray of golden light bursting out of the mud and sand, which could not hide the brilliance and diffused into An Le's body.

In the light curtain, there is one more wisp of time.

As for why it turned golden, An Le couldn't figure it out.

If you don't understand it, you don't pay attention to it.

It's done, and you're happy to drink a lot.

An Le wanted to try to prostitute a wisp of time qi from the top brand Oiran again, but the light curtain [Time Qi] column no longer beat and could not be absorbed, obviously caught in the sage time.

Therefore, An Le, who felt a little regretful, was ruthless, no longer nostalgic, turned around and squeezed away the excited group of red-faced literati behind him, carried the wine jug, and shook away.

However, just out of the crowd, two steps were taken.

But peace is a lot.

Because, in front of his eyes, the golden air flow that he had just absorbed was like a pillar of golden incense, burning in a curling way.

Then, An Le found that in front of him, there was a picture scroll unfolding, and in the picture scroll, the picture moved like light and shadow.

It's like a movie, and it's playing slowly.

What catches your eye is a women's boudoir.

The gauze tent hangs lightly, and the rouge is fragrant.

On the boudoir bed, there is a graceful and graceful figure looming.

Taking a closer look, An Le was suddenly taken aback.

Because of this graceful figure......

It was the cultivation Oiran who crossed the West Lake and boarded the flower boat on the flower boat, the female sword fairy!