Zongwu: Give you a chance and get a 10,000 times critical hit return!

The water surface is rippling.

The painted boat came from afar at a very fast speed, and stopped nearby, steadily.

Just this.

The people on the boat were all good at martial arts, at least 690 was a master.

"Are you Prince Zhao?"

The soft and charming voice is clear and pleasant to the ears, like the sound of a flying spring and flowing jade. The voice is like the echo of an oriole, soft and charming, and it touches the heart.

Then.

A stunningly beautiful woman wearing a light yellow palace dress, as holy, noble, and charming as a fairy walked out.

Instantly.

The air is filled with a refreshing and alluring floral scent.

She seemed to be made of flowers, and her fragrance was everywhere.

Zhao WuXian nodded slightly to her and said, "Yes, it's me!"

The beauty looked Zhao Wuxian up and down with a smile in her beautiful eyes. He had an extraordinary temperament and was handsome.

Especially a pair of eyes as bright as stars.

Those eyes were deep and calm.

His eyes have both the firmness that comes from thousands of trials and tribulations and the vastness of the universe and the stars, making him unforgettable.

The stars flow in it, devouring people's hearts.

"The formation here is tight, please get on board!"

The beauty smiled.

Zhao Wuxian boarded the painting boat.

Holding a jade bamboo pole in her hand, she lightly tapped the water surface, and the painted boat shot away like an arrow, quickly heading towards the sacred mountain.

Zhao Wuxian glanced lightly, and the ripples on the lake and the various landscapes along the way were flowing, as if it were an illusion.

The place where he had just stood had disappeared.

The entire secret realm is a mixture of reality and illusion, fantasy and reality, with all kinds of formations appearing and disappearing, making it seem like a world of its own.

Among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Fuxi was the best at formations, and Luoshen was naturally not bad after learning from him.

Zhao Wuxian withdrew his gaze and looked at the beautiful woman rowing the boat.

The scent on her body was extremely strong.

She has a slender and graceful figure, and her face is made up without any makeup, but it still cannot conceal her beautiful temperament that is as graceful as the spirit of heaven and earth.

The beauty seemed to be aware of something and said with a smile: "Prince Zhao, I am the flower bud!"

She had a small oval face, and beneath her dark and shiny eyebrows were a pair of deep, captivating eyes.

The dense eyelashes are like a small goose feather fan, fluttering and smiling, adding to the playfulness and agility.

A cool breeze rose at this time.

The shadows of the willow flowers on the bank are reflected in the river.

It was swayed by the waves, sometimes slanting, sometimes swaying.

The surroundings are even more lush and green, and the red bridge is faintly visible.

The slender waist of the flower, which can be held in one hand, sways with the boat.

The gauze-like palace skirt was light and fluttering, revealing her fair skin and figure, making her look exceptionally delicate and charming.

She glanced into the boat, her face showing both anger and joy, and said, "If Prince Zhao likes it, I am willing to serve you."

Zhao Wuxian smiled. Was Luo Shen using her to test him?

"Pedigree?"

Zhao WuXian said, "The king lowered the flag on the city wall, how could I know from deep in the palace? 140,000 people took off their armor, and not one of them was a man."

Huarui's pretty face changed and her beautiful eyes turned cold.

Her chest rose and fell, swaying gracefully with the sound of the river water.

"Humph, there is not a single good person in the Zhao family!"

She cursed, turned her head away, and just rowed the boat, no longer paying attention to Zhao Wuxian.

Zhao Wuxian, however, looked at her twice more.

Lady Huarui was able to write since childhood and was good at palace poems. She was favored by Meng Chang, the last emperor of Later Shu, and was given the title of Huifei and the name Lady Huarui.

After the Later Shu was destroyed by the Song Dynasty, Hua Rui was abducted by the Song army, leaving behind the poems recited by Zhao Wuxian, which were circulated in the Song Dynasty.

The goddess of Luo River sent a concubine from a fallen country to greet him, which was quite a warning.

The boat reached the shore.

As soon as Zhao Wuxian landed on the shore, Madam Huarui gently tapped the bamboo pole and left immediately.

Perhaps it was because of the poem Zhao Wuxian recited that made him very angry.

Zhao Wuxian didn't care and looked towards the sacred mountain.

The flowers are in full bloom and the scenery is beautiful.

Birds are singing but no one is seen; flowers have fallen from the trees but the fragrance remains.

The blue sky gently touches the green cliffs, the breeze blows the pines and cypresses, the mountain grass is lush and green, and the wild flowers are fragrant.

There were a few cranes drinking water in the mountain stream, and a few monkeys jumping happily among the rocks.

Occasionally there are waterfalls and springs, with the sound of falling water.

The reflections of palaces, pavilions and towers hang on the river surface, filled with spiritual energy.

A woman in a green dress came from the riverside.

She has an oval face, long eyelashes, big eyes, fair skin, a very beautiful appearance, a slim figure, and a delicate body.

"Prince Zhao, please follow me up the mountain!"

A young girl with stunning beauty, carrying a long sword on her back, with a slim figure, beautiful appearance, and a sword that is ferocious and sharp.

Zhao Wuxian was slightly dignified.

She is actually a martial fairy!

The girl had slender shoulders, fair skin, long black hair draped in front of her, and a face as cold as frost as she stared into Zhao Wuxian's eyes.

"Why are you looking at me?"

The girl asked him, her eyes as clear as a spring under the moonlight, and she exuded coolness, aloofness and purity.

She has a sword heart that is exquisite, pure and flawless.

Zhao WuXian asked curiously, "Who is this girl?"

"Ah Qing, the Vietnamese girl!"

The girl's whole body was as clear as the shimmering light of the lake beside the willows.

It turned out to be her!

Zhao WuXian suddenly realized.

Aqing, the girl from Yue, is the number one female swordsman in Zhongzhou, and even in the entire Jiuzhou.

Ah Qing's swordsmanship comes naturally because of his innocence and simplicity.

According to legend, Ah Qing was an innocent girl. After meeting Fan Li, she was invited to teach the Yue swordsman how to practice swordsmanship.

She doesn't know how to teach swordsmanship.

However, the eighty Yue swordsmen did not learn any of Ah Qing's sword techniques, but they had seen the shadow of the magic sword with their own eyes.

Everyone knows that there is such a magical sword technique in the world.

Eighty people passed on the shadow of the sword technique that they had barely grasped to others.

Just with this tiny shadow of the magic sword, the swordsmanship of the Yue warriors is already invincible in the world.

Three thousand Vietnamese soldiers conquer Wu!

However, these three thousand Yue soldiers were unable to stop Ah Qing's sword, which shattered Xi Shi's heart, leaving behind the legend of "Xi Shi Holding Her Heart".

The real magic sword disappeared from the mortal world as Ah Qing left.

The sword demon Dugu Qiubai is obsessed with swordsmanship.

When he was young, he heard about Ah Qing's extraordinary deeds, and thus studied hard to learn the mysteries of swordsmanship.

This way, we can achieve a situation where the enemy cannot defend and we ourselves do not need to defend either.

He once went to Daqin to look for Ah Qing's shadow.

Zhao Wuxian followed Ah Qing up the stairs.

At the intersections in the mountains, there are occasional pavilions, towers, and winding courtyards.

Slender women often appear here.

When they saw Ah Qing, they all bowed to show their respect.

Occasionally, you can see beautiful women in armor, or even more so, graceful figures in cool clothes, sitting in groups of three or five, practicing martial arts, playing the piano or playing chess.

"There seems to be no men here?" Zhao Wuxian asked.

"They are all famous women from various countries. After their death, only a trace of their souls remained. Sister Feng led them into the Luoshui Palace to serve here."

"Including the pistil that brought you here."

The "Sister Feng" she mentioned was naturally the Goddess Luo.

Fuxi's surname was Feng.

"Miss Qing, who is this gentleman?"