The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 116 If life were just like the first time we met

"Master, there seems to be someone on the sea!"

On the boundless ocean, ten warships escorted nearly a hundred large Fu ships, sailing majestically on the blue sea.

"Rescue."

On the wide deck, Shen Yuanliang, dressed in a loose moon-white robe and holding a wooden sword, was practicing basic sword techniques in a methodical manner, stabbing or chopping, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air could be heard from time to time.

After turning from martial arts to cultivating immortals, the sword immortal who can fly thousands of miles to take heads is Shen Yuanliang's latest choice. As for the sword technique, that is used by warriors and does not match the temperament of cultivating immortals.

"Master, she seems not to be breathing?"

Watching the girl who was fished out of the water gradually stop having heartbeat and breathing, Dongmei, who was wearing a sky blue double-breasted skirt, frowned, feeling very sorry.

Such a beautiful lady was drowned. It's really a pity that such a beautiful lady was drowned.

"Let me try it!"

Putting down the wooden sword in his hand, Shen Yuanliang crossed his hands and placed them on the soft, cotton-like chest. He suppressed the beauty in his heart and pressed down hard.

One, two, three times, performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

After taking a deep breath, Shen Yuanliang kissed her mouth against her bright red lips, transferring the air in his chest into her body, and repeating this cycle over and over again.

After a cup of tea, Huang Rong slowly opened her obsidian eyes and immediately saw a young man with a handsome face and a graceful demeanor flirting with her.

With a crisp "slap" sound, without thinking, the tender white hand went straight to Shen Yuanliang's face, but was tightly grasped by a strong hand and could not move.

"lecher!"

Seeing that she had no strength left in her body, with her hands being grabbed by Shen Yuanliang and a strange feeling on her chest, Huang Rong glared with fiery eyes and cursed.

"Girl, you were drowning just now. You couldn't breathe or have a heartbeat. It was my young master who kindly saved you."

Seeing Shen Yuanliang being misunderstood, Dongmei on the side couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but speak up.

"Did you save me?"

Hearing this, the previous scenes kept replaying in her mind. The lovely Huang Rong realized that she had misunderstood others. Her snow-white cheeks gradually turned red, like the clouds in the sky.

"Dongmei, take this girl to wash up."

Glancing at the whiteness and the delicate curves that were faintly visible under the clothes, Shen Yuanliang suppressed the throbbing in his heart, pursed his dry lips, and gave instructions.

He then picked up the tea on the table and drank it "ton ton ton". After calming down his excited mood, Shen Yuanliang picked up the wooden sword again and practiced the thirteen basic sword techniques over and over again.

But from time to time in his mind he would recall the infinite spring scenery he saw by chance and the softness he touched, and his heart would be moved by spring.

Spring is here, everything comes back to life, and it is also the breeding season for animals.

"Thank you very much for saving my life, sir. It's such a great favor, I can never repay you."

"This is the second volume of the Nine Yin Manual. Please accept it, sir!"

After one stick of incense, Huang Rong, who had finished washing up, placed her hands on her left waist, bowed to express her gratitude, and presented the "Nine Yin Scriptures" as a thank you gift.

She was wearing a goose yellow silk dress with a white ribbon around her waist, which outlined her graceful figure.

With her shiny black hair draped over her chest, light lip balm, jade-like face, and dark eyebrows, she looks like a fairy concubine, stunning.

"You are too polite, young lady. It is just a small favor." "The Nine Yin Manual is so valuable. I cannot accept it. Please take it back."

After being stunned for a moment, looking at the "Nine Yin Scriptures" in Huang Rong's hand, Shen Yuanliang waved his hand and refused to accept it.

The Nine Yin Scriptures was compiled by the extraordinary man Huang Shang when he understood the principles of martial arts and comprehended them while engraving the Wanshou Taoist Canon. It is a unique martial arts skill that is well-known in the martial arts world of the Southern Song Dynasty.

To be honest, Shen Yuanliang was indeed very interested in the "Nine Yin Scriptures", but a gentleman does what he should do and what he should not do, so he still had his own bottom line.

"As the saying goes, there is no way to repay the grace of saving my life, the only thing I can do is to repay it with my own body."

"Girl, you and my young master are a perfect match, why don't you consider it?"

Gently twisting the ribbon on her chest, Dongmei blinked her eyes, and said mischievously with a smile.

Through her gifted ability of listening, Dongmei felt that the girl in front of her had noble character and a kind heart. She was also beautiful, smart and lively, and was very suitable for her young master.

"Dongmei, don't talk nonsense. You'll scare the girl."

"My name is Shen Yuanliang, 'Yuan' means the beginning of a new year, 'Liang' means a kind-hearted person. May I ask your name, young lady?"

After straightening his clothes, Shen Yuanliang bowed and introduced his name very formally, looking like a gentleman, making people feel warm and relaxed.

When Huang Rong took out the "Nine Yin Scriptures" as a thank-you gift, Shen Yuanliang had some guesses about her identity, but he was not sure.

"My surname is Huang, and my given name is 'Rong'. You can just call me Rong'er. That's what my father calls me."

Huang Rong, who had red ears and twisted her clothes with her hands and was quite shy just now, patted her snow-white, towering chest and said openly, "She is very clever."

The life-saving grace, coupled with Shen Yuanliang's suave and handsome appearance, made Huang Rong recall the strange feeling of their skin contact just now, and she had a different opinion of the young man in front of her.

A seed quietly took root and sprouted in my heart.

Since ancient times, if a man is very good-looking, the woman who was saved will say that she has no way to repay the man's life-saving grace, and she can only repay him with her body.

If he is not good-looking, the woman who was rescued will say that she can never repay the benefactor for saving her life, and she will work like a slave in the next life to repay his kindness. This is the difference in appearance.

"Rong'er, how come you are floating on the sea?"

Running up the pole, Shen Yuanliang took this opportunity to narrow the distance between them by using a name.

A stunning beauty was right before his eyes. It would be pure self-deception for Shen Yuanliang to say that he had no thoughts, unless he was not a man or had practiced the "Bixie Sword Manual".

"The day before yesterday, a violent storm hit, and the big ship I was on capsized."

"I have been drifting on the sea for a day and a night. If I hadn't met you, I would have been in great danger."

At the side of the boat, a pair of smooth, round long legs swayed like a happy elf. Thinking of what had happened in the past two days, Huang Rong was filled with fear, and a hint of relief flashed in her eyes.

In order to escape from Peach Blossom Island, Huang Rong drove a gorgeous ship out to sea. Unexpectedly, the ship capsized and she survived by relying on a piece of wood.

"Rong'er, the worlds are all integrated with each other, it's very dangerous outside, how about we take you home?"

Squatting down, Shen Yuanliang and Huang Rong sat side by side, looking at the white waves in the sea, and said with a worried look on their faces.

The darkness before dawn is the cruelest. Huang Rong in front of him only has the strength of the fourth level in martial arts, coupled with her unparalleled beauty, she is very dangerous alone.

(End of this chapter)