Chapter 1 I Saw the Female Swordsman Sitting in Her Boudoir

Da Zhao, Lin'an Prefecture.

On the banks of the West Lake, white jade railings stretch endlessly. It has just rained in spring, and the air is slightly cool, with a little sweetness.

The emerald green lake water ripples, stirring the lotus leaves on the water to sway gently. In the center of the lake, the red lanterns and flower boats dotted with red lights have begun to brew the restlessness of the spring night. There is a graceful woman leaning against the window sill of the boat building, with her eyes flowing.

The literati and poets stepped on the bluestone after the rain, leisurely on the long embankment, chanting poems and writing couplets, and occasionally standing on tiptoe to look at the flower boats, hoping that they can glimpse the charming figure in the flower boats without getting on the boat, and do a free prostitution.

"Alas, it's too far away, I can't see clearly."

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

On the long embankment, a young man in blue clothes held a pot of wine, took a sip, and muttered.

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

The young man frowned and retorted to himself: "Literati, they like to be romantic."

"Forget it, I can't be romantic without money, and I can't pay the room fee of the inn."

The young man sighed, and he was very melancholy that he couldn't enjoy the happiness of free sex.

He raised the wine pot and drank a sip with the beautiful scenery of West Lake.

The breeze blew on his face, and the willows were swaying.

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

He never thought that one day he would encounter such an outrageous thing and travel across time and space to the scholar who went to the capital to take the exam.

The scholar himself was not poor. He came from a family in Chongzhou. It can even be said that his family was wealthy, but he didn't understand the principle of not showing off his wealth. When he was about to reach the capital, he was robbed. The guards left their burdens and ran away. The scholar was beaten, which led to the guest traveling through time.

The young scholar was called Anle in both his past and present lives. The name was easy to accept. In his past life, he was an art student admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts and had some accomplishments in painting.

After arriving in the capital, he was lucky to buy some drawing paper and some charcoal blocks with the one or two taels of silver hidden in his trouser pockets. He sold a few paintings with realistic sketches of different styles and earned some silver, barely making a living.

In Anle's memory, there was no dynasty called Da Zhao in his past life. However, after inheriting the memory of this body, Anle had a vague understanding of the whole world.

This world is not ordinary. There are monks, and there are chaos.

Anle came to the capital all the way. What he saw was that human lives were worthless and there were frozen bones on the road.

There are powerful foreign countries outside, eyeing them covetously, ready to go south at any time to annihilate the territory of Da Zhao and completely occupy the Middle Earth.

The capital of the Great Zhao was originally in the north. It had been in confrontation with the barbarians for 800 years. Eventually, the barbarians became powerful, and the emperor of the Great Zhao ordered the entire court to move to the south and set up the capital in Lin'an to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

And the Great Zhao had moved south for more than 500 years. The capital Lin'an was extremely prosperous, with music and singing every night. The intention of going north to regain the lost land of the Central Plains had long been buried under the prosperity.

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

Even scholars are not as good as cultivators.

The imperial examinations are even divided into A and B Jinshi. Even if you are brilliant in writing and have extraordinary talents, you can become a capable minister, but if you are not a cultivator, you can only be on the B list of Jinshi. Only cultivators can be on the A list of Jinshi and compete for the top prize.

Anle was unable to cultivate, but if he wanted to live a decent life in this era, being on the B list of Jinshi was also a way out.

This is why Anle chose to continue to go to Beijing and prepare for the imperial examinations.

Anle even had a wild ambition, which was to strive for the position of the first-class Jinshi.

If he could become the first-class Jinshi, he would truly pass the imperial examination and soar to the sky.

Although he has not yet practiced, he still has hope because he has the support of being a time traveler.

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

…

[Name: Anle]

[Time Qi: 2 strands]

[Time Dao Fruit: None]

…

A very simple light curtain, which was popped out by Anle when he stepped into Lin'an Prefecture three days ago.

After several attempts, Anle found that through the light curtain, he could absorb a gray airflow called time qi.

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

But there is no doubt that Anle wants to practice, and he can only hope for this.

In Dazhao, practitioners have a noble status. As long as they practice, they will be registered by the government and even receive a monthly salary. It is said that the lowest-level practitioners can get thirty taels of silver.

Thirty taels of silver, enough for Anle to live comfortably in Lin'an.

With a little envy, Anle dispersed the light curtain in front of her eyes. Several literati and poets on the side could not help but stir, but saw a flower boat lit up with red lights in the mist in the center of the lake. In the boathouse, the curtains were lifted, and the graceful maids in goose yellow dresses slowly walked out and stood on both sides.

Although they were far apart, these maids were graceful and beautiful, and they were as beautiful as the top flower boats in ordinary flower boats, which made many literati and poets excited.

This scene was very special. According to the original owner's memory, Anle also knew about the nobility of flower boats. The flower boats on the West Lake were also divided into grades. The closer the flower boats were to the center of the lake, the higher the grade, and the more noble the status of the flower boats.

It was even rumored that the flower boat of the top flower boat in the center of the lake was even a cultivator with good cultivation!

How could the scholars not be excited when a cultivating woman became a courtesan? It was an extra bonus to the charm of the profession.

If they could have a close encounter with her, even writing a hundred poems would not be enough to brag about it.

Suddenly, a commotion sounded among the scholars on the long embankment.

"Fairy Yunrou is here!"

"How beautiful! A female sword fairy, so charming and graceful!"

"If I can get into the flower boat of Fairy Yunrou, my life will be worth it, even if I fail in the imperial examination this time!!"

...

The literati chattered endlessly, making a lot of dirty talk.

Anle stood on the long handle, picked up the wine pot, took a sip, and the wine spread its fragrance at the corners of his slightly raised lips. His eyes narrowed slightly, with a touch of excitement.

"Finally here."

I saw a glimmer of sword light above the 100-meter sky, and a long sword came through the air.

On the long sword, there was a woman in a white dress, standing on it with a slender figure, her black hair fluttering, and the mist on the lake lingering, as if she was rolled up by the sword energy, out of the world.

The sword-riding woman fell into the flower boat, and the maids on both sides bowed and saluted, but the woman in white looked back and smiled, her veil covered her mouth and nose, and only her eyebrows were exposed, as if there was an electric current running through her eyes.

The literati on the embankment were excited and itchy.

Although it was not the first time he saw it, Anle was still amazed, mainly because he saw the flying sword with his own eyes, the shock was too strong.

Role-playing of female swordsman, this is the kind of thing in this era, which literati can withstand such a test?

In Anle's slightly narrowed eyes, the extraordinary white-clothed courtesan landed on the flower boat, and there were wisps of gray airflow on her body, winding up like a dragon snake.

Counting carefully, there are more than a dozen gray airflows.

The gray airflow is incompatible with the white mist in the lake. Although it is far away, it is extremely clear in Anle's eyes, and even vaguely, it has an extremely strong attraction to Anle.

Anle has been soaking on the bank of the West Lake these days, just for this cultivator courtesan. The two strands of time in the light curtain were pulled from the fairy Yunrou two days ago.

The first time he saw Fairy Yunrou on the long embankment, Anle detected the aura of time on her body. There were more than a dozen auras, but Anle could only pull one a day.

So, Anle kept squatting by the West Lake in the following days.

One a day, slowly pulling.

Although the function of the aura of time is not known yet, it is always right to pull more according to the principle of not pulling it if you don't want to.

In front of him, a light golden light curtain appeared.

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

Then, Anle saw a wisp of gray airflow, which broke away from the top flower boat in the center of the West Lake, like a wisp of dandelion floating freely in the world.

The gray airflow spanned hundreds of meters across the West Lake and finally lingered at Anle's fingertips.

However, strangely, this gray airflow, lingering at Anle's fingertips, turned into gold, like a wisp of golden light bursting out from the mud and sand, unable to hide its brilliance, and diffused into Anle's body.

In the light curtain, there was one more strand of the Qi of Time.

As for why it turned into gold, Anle didn't understand.

Since he didn't understand, he ignored it.

The mission was accomplished, and Anle drank a large bottle of white wine happily.

Anle wanted to try to get another strand of the Qi of Time from the top courtesan with a fluke, but the column of the [Qi of Time] on the light curtain stopped jumping and couldn't absorb it. It was obviously trapped in the sage time.

So, Anle, who felt a little regretful, pulled out the silk mercilessly and didn't linger. He turned around and squeezed out the group of excited and blushing literati behind him, holding the wine pot and swayed away.

However, just after leaving the crowd and taking two steps.

Anle was stunned.

Because, in front of him, the golden airflow he had just absorbed was like a pillar of golden incense, burning.

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

It was like a movie, playing slowly.

What came into view was a woman's boudoir.

The gauze curtains were lightly hanging, and the rouge was fragrant.

On the bed in the boudoir, there was a graceful figure looming.

After a closer look, Anle was shocked.

Because this graceful figure...

was the practicing courtesan who flew across the West Lake and boarded the flower boat, the female sword fairy!

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