Chapter 1 The Number One Sword Under Heaven "You're getting married, aren't you?"...

During the reign of Emperor Da Yong, in the Fengyan era.

Hot autumn.

The inn on the outskirts of Beijing is bustling with people coming and going.

"Where did so many people come from to Beijing? They're like locusts, so annoying!"

"You didn't even know about this?" The dark-faced companion lowered his voice. "The Crown Prince is getting married; how could there not be a large crowd..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall man at the next table stood up. He was wearing a veiled hat.

Even if you can't see her face clearly, her profile is well-proportioned, and her fingers resting on the table are fair and slender, making it clear at a glance that she is a beauty.

She was still a beautiful woman living alone.

Although this place is under the emperor's nose, most of the wealthy and powerful stay in the post stations, while the inns are either filled with ordinary people or people from the martial arts world, so it is not a peaceful place.

The man who initially complained jumped over the table and landed in front of the woman. He had a fairly decent-looking face, but his eyes were slick and looked her up and down. He reached out his hand inappropriately, trying to lift the woman's veil.

Before his hand could even touch her, a flash of gleaming sword light appeared, accompanied by a clear, resonant sword melody.

Before the laughter of the onlookers could subside, a spurt of blood shot out, scattering like rain.

The man's four fingers were bent over, leaving only half of the skin and flesh connected to his palm, dangling in the air and dripping hot red blood.

Everyone was shocked; no one had seen when or how the woman made her move.

The man was still wailing, while the woman, from the moment she made her move until now, hadn't stopped walking slowly out, her hand lightly resting on the white sword at her waist.

Feeling deeply humiliated, the man's companion instantly sprang to his feet, drawing his knife and club, but was held back by the dark-faced man.

His companion roared, "You're such a coward! You're even afraid of women! Get out of here!"

The dark-faced man was pushed aside, knocking over a table of food and wine that crashed to the ground. Amidst the shattering of ceramic bowls, he yelled at the top of his lungs, "The number one swordsman in the world! That person is Gu Shanyue!"

The man, clutching his arms and wailing, opened his mouth, but the cry was abruptly cut off in his throat, and he choked, his eyes rolling back in his head.

The group of people, who had been moving like tigers released from their cages, froze instantly, like a group of mice that had just emerged from their holes and suddenly bumped into a cat, not daring to move.

Someone's hand trembled, and the iron bar fell to the ground with a clang.

A breeze stirred, lifting a corner of the white veil, revealing a glimpse of a fair and delicate face.

Amidst the overwhelming stench of blood, she turned her head, a smile playing on her lips, but her voice remained cold: "I am not the number one swordsman in the world."

After saying this, she walked away from the inn.

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone remained frozen in place for a long while before someone finally asked, trembling, "Was that really Gu Shanyue?"

Dark-faced man was still lying on the ground, his body smeared with wine, meat, and vegetables, his face flushed with excitement.

"No mistake! The white sword at her waist is Wu Gou. I was fortunate enough to see it when we stormed the Blood Mirage!"

An uproar erupted inside the Silent Inn, a tidal wave of noise as everyone banged on the table, chattering away.

People at the time said that all the sword energy in the world had returned to Zhuoguang.

Back then, Gu Shanyue was only fourteen years old. He used the Immaculate Sword to behead the Blood Mirage Lord, and his reputation as a young prodigy soared.

Unfortunately, the Sword of No Wounds perished after that battle, leaving only the Sword of Immaculate in the world.

Over the decades, countless swordsmen have challenged Gu Shanyue.

He fought a hundred battles, but none of them were victorious.

Even if Gu Shanyue doesn't acknowledge it, the title of the number one swordsman in the world has already become hers.

Such a person, who has always been carefree and elusive, what is he doing in this bustling and prosperous capital?

Sunset, dusk, outside the city.

The elm tree was lush and leafy, and Gu Shanyue was squatting on it, polishing his sword.

The silk cloth was gently wiped across the sword blade again and again, the silvery blade reflecting Gu Shanyue's furrowed brows.

She disliked the fishy smell of blood that lingered for a long time.

The white veil swaying in front of her was somewhat in the way, so Gu Shanyue casually lifted it, revealing the sword blade, which was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, making it quite beautiful.

Gu Shanyue twirled his sword in the sunlight, his eyes catching sight of the closed city gate not far away.

She should have gone into town before sunset.

That's enough.

Gu Shanyue sheathed his sword, stomped his foot, the leaves rustled, and his figure flew out like a bird flapping its wings.

In order to enter the city early the next morning, Gu Shanyue did not return to the inn, but instead found a dilapidated temple to rest for the night.

If it hadn't rained so often these past few days, Gu Shanyue could have spent the whole night perched in the tree.

She has never cared about trivial matters such as food and lodging.

Under the moonlight, the dilapidated temple statues were crumbling, and broken wooden door frames and tattered cloth scraps were scattered on the ground, faintly emitting a putrid stench.

In the corner, Gu Shanyue lay stiffly on the ground, holding Wugou in his arms, his eyes closed, his breathing steady.

At midnight, dark clouds obscured the moon, and the wind howled.

Gu Shanyue's ears twitched, and his eyes moved beneath his thin eyelids, but he didn't open them.

Before long, a deliberately suppressed, disordered panting came from afar, accompanied by unsteady footsteps.

It seems this person has suffered a serious injury.

The intruder burst into the dilapidated temple, stumbled into a corner, and stood motionless, like a wolf curled up licking its wounds, panting heavily.

Gu Shanyue lay quietly, her breathing undisturbed, and the man did not notice her.

That's good; it won't disturb her sleep.

Soon, a bloody smell spread, and with a "rip" sound, it was clear that the person had torn off their clothes to bandage the wound.

Gu Shanyue's nose twitched, the smell of blood growing stronger, but the man remained silent, only the low gasps from his throat revealing his pain.

It seemed he hadn't noticed her presence, but why was he keeping his voice down?

Do they know someone is there, or do they not?

Gu Shanyue became a little curious and sat up.

In the quiet, deserted temple, a person suddenly appeared, not saying a word, just staring straight at you, which was quite frightening.

Through the tattered yellow curtain, Gu Shanyue saw the person suddenly shrink into the corner.

It seems he hadn't noticed her before.

Perhaps the movement was too large, pulling at the wound, and the person hissed silently.

The moonlight was like silver, and a hint of his canine tooth was faintly visible at the corner of his lips.

Gu Shanyue was about to lie back down when her gaze was drawn to the sharp canine tooth, and she looked at it a few more times.

The man curled up silently, and upon noticing Gu Shanyue, he even suppressed his breathing, his eyelids drooping, almost like a dead thing.

Gu Shanyue got up and walked towards him.

The man remained motionless, not even raising his eyes, but his gaze followed the approaching shadow on the ground with a sharp intensity.

A fair hand reached out and pressed precisely against his face.

To be precise, it was his lips.

With a deft split of two fingers, as if checking the teeth of an animal, he parted one of his lips.

Gu Shanyue wasn't mistaken; it really was a tiger's tooth.

She remained bent over and watched quietly for a while.

The man remained motionless, obediently allowing a woman who had appeared out of nowhere to inexplicably pry open his mouth and stare blankly at his teeth.

The wind blew the curtains in the temple, but no one spoke.

Gu Shanyue had seen enough and let go of her hand. His lips, which were originally pale, were now flushed red from her rough movements.

Under her gaze, his thin lips were slightly pursed.

Gu Shanyue took a small celadon bottle out of her pocket, tossed it into his arms, then turned and left, lying back down in the spot under the window.

The man's tense body slowly relaxed, and his fingers, which had been pressing on the sleeve dart, loosened and moved stiffly.

After a long while, Gu Shanyue's breathing became calm, and he lay peacefully.

The man then lowered his head, picked up the small porcelain bottle in his arms, uncorked it with one hand, and hesitantly took a light sniff.

The stench of blood grew stronger once again inside the dilapidated temple.

Gu Shanyue heard rustling sounds in the darkness and knew that the person had re-bandaged the wound.

Her medicine came from the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers and Butterflies; it was the best wound medicine in the world, and it was his good fortune to use it.

Nothing happened that night, but the next morning, birds began to chirp.

Gu Shanyue opened her eyes, sat up, and stretched.

Remembering what happened last night, she got up and walked around the temple. By daylight, the person had vanished without a trace.

Gu Shanyue's nose twitched as she caught a lingering whiff of blood and a familiar scent of ointment.

It was just a chance encounter, so Gu Shanyue put the person out of his mind, dusted himself off, and strode into the city.

She should go see Yu'er.

The roads in Shengjing were wide, the crowds were bustling, and the flags were fluttering.

Gu Shanyue's veil was thrown onto the elm tree yesterday, revealing a beautiful and serene face exposed to the sunlight. The way a swordsman walks is slightly different from that of an ordinary person, making him appear even more upright and outstanding.

Many people were secretly observing her, but Gu Shanyue was completely unaware, strolling leisurely as if she were walking in her own backyard.

Some people became interested in her, but the people of Shengjing were different from the江湖草莽 (jianghu outlaws) in the inn.

Gu Shanyue blinked and noticed that several small tails had appeared behind her.

She didn't mind and went to the largest restaurant in Shengjing as agreed. When she arrived at the entrance of the market, someone came up to greet her and eagerly invited her to get into the carriage.

Compared to the many luxurious carriages on the streets of Shengjing, the carriage was unremarkable in appearance, but a small black flag with gold patterns hung on the shaft, depicting a lifelike black bird with its head held high and wings outstretched, its eyes dotted with vermilion.

As soon as they got on the carriage, the little tails disappeared instantly, as if they had never followed them at all.

The carriage moved smoothly into the inner courtyard of Zuixianlou.

The carriage stopped, and familiar footsteps approached. Gu Shanyue's ears twitched, and she opened her slightly closed eyes.

The carriage curtain was lifted, and sunlight poured in like water, revealing a slender hand with distinct knuckles reaching in.

"elder sister."

Gu Shanyue only touched the hand slightly before nimbly jumping off the carriage.

The bright sunlight made her squint before she could see the person in front of her clearly.

Wearing a white robe with silver embroidery, her hair tied up with a jade crown, she stood tall and elegant, and anyone who saw her would praise her good bearing.

Li Yuheng looked at Gu Shanyue with a smile in his eyes, waiting for her to scan his entire body.

Gu Shanyue said, "Yu'er has grown taller, and her frame is as broad as a man's."

The words fell silent, and the quiet scene became even quieter.

The servant leading the horse away nearly tripped over his own feet and fell, almost doubting his own ears.

This woman is so audacious! How could she utter such judgmental remarks to the crown prince? Does she think she is the emperor?

But these words did not anger Li Yuheng. He took Gu Shanyue's hand, led her forward, and said with a smile, "It's been two years since we last met, and I'm already taller than you."

Gu Shanyue turned her head to look at his neatly combed sideburns, and then she remembered how he cried until his face was red and he almost passed out two years ago when they parted, and he held her sleeve tightly, refusing to let her leave.

To appease him, Gu Shanyue left behind three rockets.

Each launch is a chance to see her.

Even if the rocket is launched into the sky, she will rush back no matter how far away she is.

Li Yuheng led her upstairs, with the servants quietly following behind them. They didn't encounter anyone along the way.

Seated in a private room, with the small window half-open, one can see the distant rippling water reflecting a dazzling light under the bright sun.

The table was laden with colorful dishes, plates and dishes stacked on top of each other, so exquisitely presented that they didn't seem like food at all.

Gu Shanyue glanced at the fine wine and delicacies, then looked at Li Yuheng and said, "You've lit a rocket."

“Yes,” Li Yuheng replied lightly.

"What brings you here?"

Gu Shanyue was originally in the southwest of Dayong, but upon receiving the letter from Zhuoguang Mountain, he rushed back to the north without stopping for a single day.

She thought something had happened to Li Yuheng.

"Let's have a good meal first, we can talk about other things later," Li Yuheng said, rolling up his sleeves to serve her some food and then ladling her a bowl of soup. "This is the freshest lotus root of the season, why don't you try it and see if it suits your taste?"

Gu Shanyue took a bite but couldn't taste anything special.

After days of travel, I haven't had a proper meal along the way, and I'm really hungry.

Gu Shanyue stopped talking and buried her head in her food. Although the dishes were exquisite, even if they were carved with dragons and phoenixes, they were destined to be swallowed whole.

Li Yuheng barely touched his chopsticks, instead toying with his wine glass, drinking one cup after another until his cheeks were flushed. He rested his head on his hand, watching her eat with great interest, occasionally adding more food to her plate.

The table was laden with dishes, and Gu Shanyue ate more than half of them. After putting down her bowl and chopsticks, she leaned back in her chair, casually untied the Wugou belt from her waist and placed it beside her, loosening her belt without any hesitation.

Li Yuheng laughed, reached out and rubbed Gu Shanyue's belly affectionately, saying, "You're all full, looks like this dish suits your taste?"

Gu Shanyue: "Mm."

In fact, even if it were just a table full of dry biscuits and thin porridge, Gu Shanyue could finish it all; she always had a large appetite.

Gu Shanyue remembered the incident at the inn and brushed away his groping hand.

"You're getting married, isn't that right?"

A note from the author:

Less than two weeks after my last book ended, I've started a new one! [hands on hips] [sunglasses]

This is still a sweet romance novel, a lighthearted and sweet slice-of-life story about a genius swordswoman and a crazed bodyguard whose thought processes don't quite align.

My next book, "My Custom-Made Boyfriend from the Future," will be released in early December. Please add it to your favorites! [glasses]

One day, a popular post appeared on the forum.

My first love died seven years ago, and suddenly a man who looks a lot like him, but is taller, more handsome, and richer, is pursuing me. Should I accept him?

The comments were varied: "How similar are they? Show us the photos!"

"Could it be the reincarnation of my first love?"

"Seven years of turning into wool, unless her partner is a dog..."

The post went viral, and the poster updated it after a while.

“I’m with him, but he seems abnormal. There’s an entire wall of screens and discs in his study, all of them showing videos of me.”

"He said it was his memory, and that he was an android from four hundred years in the future, who traveled through time to love me and beg for my forgiveness..."

The post went viral instantly.

"Wow, this is a pervert!!! Run!" [jpg]

"A cyborg? Why doesn't he just say he's an alien? He's a complete fraud!"

"On a side note, what are androids?"

"Replying to the person upstairs, androids are robots that are comparable to real people and are indistinguishable to the naked eye. No company can achieve this level of technology!"

"However, he said he came from the future, and current technology can't keep up. So what about the future?"

"And he looks a lot like the poster's first love... Help, I'm getting goosebumps!"

Zhu Yu huddled under the covers reading the replies, her breathing tense, her breath dampening the phone screen.

suddenly.

A cool hand slipped under the covers, gently but firmly grasping the back of her neck, a deep voice sounding.

"What is Xiaobao playing with?"

*

Her new boyfriend is gentle and considerate, with a strong sense of service. No matter how much Zhu Yu acts up, he never gets angry.

Until that day, in a moment of passion and confusion, Zhu Yu couldn't help but call out the name buried deep in her heart:

"Brother Xiaoshan..."

The room was deathly silent. For the first time, the usually gentle and kind man revealed a fierce expression, his deep eyes seeming to want to devour her bit by bit.

"Thinking of your first love in my bed, it's nice."

"If Xiaobao prefers to be treated roughly, I can satisfy your cute little quirk."

"Love is the downfall of free will. Sadly, my girl doubts whether I possess free will."

"She doesn't seem to understand that XS1982 is a carrier for the application of bionics, biological science, and artificial intelligence."

"And my birth is a miracle created by human girls themselves."

The story is about a male protagonist who travels back 400 years to find the female protagonist, but he can never compare to a dead person. He becomes so jealous that he goes mad and turns into a dark, crawling cyber ghost...