In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

As the sun sets, the street lanterns light up one after another, illuminating the bluestone road like a galaxy of stars.

The night market in Yinyue Town began to get lively, with the shouts of vendors and the laughter of passers-by intertwined.

"It's getting late..." Xu Luyou twisted the corner of her clothes, her voice as soft as a mosquito's, and her toes unconsciously drew circles on the ground, "I should go back..."

Li Zimo gently held her soft, boneless little hand, feeling the slight trembling from her fingertips.

These hands, which normally could move the abacus beads swiftly, were now so nervous that they didn't know where to put them.

"I'll come find you tomorrow." His thumb gently stroked the back of her hand.

"Hmm..." The girl nodded with a red face, suddenly stood on tiptoe and pecked him on the cheek, then turned and ran away. The pearl hairpin in her hair drew a silver light in the twilight, and the hem of her skirt fluttered like blooming petals.

Looking at her receding back, Li Zimo smiled and lightly touched the place where he had just been kissed with his fingertips, where the soft touch of the girl's lips still remained.

He turned and walked towards his old courtyard, feeling more relaxed than ever before.

"stop!"

A loud shout echoed from the alley entrance. Old Xu, clutching a wine gourd, strode towards them with a gloomy expression. The mercenary badge hanging from his waist shone coldly under the lantern.

"You little bastard, you want to run away after taking advantage of me?"

Li Zimo bowed, his sleeves fluttering slightly in the evening breeze: "Senior..."

"Don't try to play tricks on me!" The old man grabbed his collar, the scent of alcohol mixed with the aroma of herbs blowing in his face. "Tell me, what kind of magic did you use to make my granddaughter so infatuated with you?"

"Senior, please understand," Li Zimo said calmly, letting the old man pull at his collar. "Miss Lu You and I are in love, so how can I say you're deceiving me?"

"Bullshit!" the old man blew his beard and glared, the veins on his forehead faintly visible. "My granddaughter and I see each other every day, but she never mentions you. Tell me the truth, how did you two meet?"

Li Zimo smiled slightly and took out a jar of Drunken Immortal Wine from his storage ring. As soon as the mud seal was opened, the rich aroma of wine immediately spread out. Even the wild cats foraging in the alley couldn't help but look up and sniff.

"Senior, this is Tianxianglou's signature wine. Why don't you come over to my humble abode and have a drink while we chat?"

The old man's throat rolled and his eyes were fixed on the wine jar. Although he knew that he should not be bribed, the rich aroma of the wine made the wine worm in his stomach growl.

"Okay... okay... let's eat and talk..." He let go of Li Zimo's collar and took the wine jar, as if he was afraid that the other party would go back on his word.

In the small courtyard, the stone table was filled with delicious food.

The crystal braised meat is as thin as a cicada's wing, the steamed spirit fish has an attractive luster, and several seasonal mountain delicacies exude an enticing aroma.

The delicacies of Tianxianglou these days were naturally carefully prepared by Xiao Xianger and Ye Yuhan, and there were still quite a few of them in the storage ring.

The old man put down the wine gourd with a thud, and impatiently broke the mud seal of the Drunken Immortal Brew. He took a deep breath of the aroma and said, "Excellent wine! It's worthy of being a treasured collection of Tianxiang Tower for fifty years!"

He took a big gulp directly from the jar, not caring at all that the wine dripped down his gray beard.

After three cups, the old man looked a little tipsy and talked more: "Boy, I thought you were just a poor martial artist, but I didn't expect you to be so capable..." He burped, but his eyes were still clear.

"Please enjoy your meal, senior." Li Zimo served him the food respectfully with graceful movements.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the moonlight quietly climbed up the courtyard wall, coating the stone table with a layer of silver light.

"Senior," Li Zimo suddenly said seriously, his fingertips lightly stroking the edge of the wine glass, "I would like to marry Miss Lu You."

"Puff--" The old man spat out a mouthful of wine, forming a silver mist in the moonlight, "Wishful thinking! You think you can bribe me with a meal?" He slammed the table and stood up, shaking the stone table.

"You are just a small martial artist, so give up this idea as soon as possible!" The old man pointed at Li Zimo's nose. Although he was drunk, his steps were as steady as a rock.

Li Zimo sighed lightly and put down his wine glass.

At this moment, the aura around him suddenly changed.

King Wu's pressure surged like a tide, and the fallen leaves in the courtyard moved without wind, and then retreated in an instant, as if nothing had happened.

"You...you..." The old man dropped the wine glass in his hand to the ground with a "clack", splashing the wine all over him. He widened his eyes and sobered up immediately. "Wu...King Wu?!"

Under the moonlight, Li Zimo's face looked particularly profound: "Now, senior, do you think I am worthy of Miss Lu You?"

The old man stammered, his beard trembling: "Worthy... Worthy..."

He fell back onto the stone bench, and suddenly, as if remembering something, he narrowed his eyes warily. "Wait, what exactly are you trying to do by hiding your cultivation and approaching my granddaughter?"

Li Zimo calmly took out a storage ring and pushed it over. The ring made a crisp sound on the stone table: "This is the betrothal gift."

The old man doubtfully probed his spiritual sense and took a look, almost falling off the stone bench - inside were ten jars of thousand-year-old spiritual wine, millions of high-quality spiritual stones piled up into a small hill, and various rare elixirs and natural treasures emitting an attractive luster.

The most astonishing thing was the crystal core of a seventh-level monster. Even he, a veteran in the mercenary guild, had only seen such a treasure twice.

"Ahem..." The old man's expression suddenly changed, and he smiled so hard that all the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together. The speed of his expression change was astonishing. "My dear son-in-law, I have long seen that you are not an ordinary person!"

He patted Li Zimo's shoulder affectionately, as if the tension just now had never happened.

"Senior just now..." Li Zimo raised his eyebrows.

"That was a test!" The old man slammed the table and stood up, speaking righteously, his wine gourd dangling from his waist. "I approve of this marriage! It's a blessing for Lu You to marry you!"

As he spoke, he took out the jade slip of communication, and his movements were so swift that he didn't look like a drunken old man. "I'll ask that girl to come over and identify herself!"

Soon, the courtyard door was flung open. Xu Luyou stood at the door with a sullen look on his face, his hair slightly disheveled. He had obviously trotted over. "Grandpa! You called me here so late at night... Eh? Li Zimo?"

She blinked her big eyes, looked at her grandfather and then at her lover, with a confused look on her face.

"Luyou," Li Zimo explained in a gentle voice, standing up and walking forward, "This is my home. You haven't been here before, right?"

The girl blushed immediately and stood there at a loss, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corners of her clothes.

In the moonlight, her new pearl hairpin sparkled, making her skin look as white as snow.

"Girl..." The old man stood up staggeringly and burped, reeking of alcohol, "Grandpa has found a good husband for you..." He spoke with a thick tongue, but his eyes were clear.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Xu Luyou stamped her feet in shame, but saw Li Zimo winking at her, his eyes so gentle that water could drip out.

"Your grandfather has agreed to our marriage." Li Zimo said softly, extending his hand to her.

"I...I haven't agreed yet..." The girl's voice became smaller and smaller, but she couldn't help but move closer to his hand.

Li Zimo gently pulled her into his arms and sat down. The girl's petite body just fit in his arms. "Then I'll wait for your consent."

Xu Luyou was so embarrassed that she buried her face in his chest, smelling the pleasant fragrance of plants on his body, and let him pick up food for her.

In the moonlight, the tips of her ears were so red that they were almost transparent.

The old man looked at this scene and suddenly felt that the wine in the glass was not so fragrant.

He deliberately cleared his throat loudly: "Ouch, my old bones, my waist hurts after drinking too much..." Then he lay down on the stone table, snoring like thunder.

As the night deepened, the bright moonlight sprinkled into the courtyard, casting a layer of silver light on the old man who was "soundly sleeping" beside the stone table.

Li Zimo looked down at the drowsy Xu Luyou in his arms and said softly, "I'll take you upstairs to rest."

Without waiting for her response, Li Zimo picked her up and carried her sideways. The girl's skirt fell like petals, swaying gently in the night breeze.

Xu Luyou exclaimed, her arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck, her cheeks as red as the sunset.

"Ah! What are you going to do..." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Li Zimo lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe: "What do you think, my lady?"

Xu Luyou buried her face in his chest out of shame, but she could hear his strong heartbeat, intertwined with her own heartbeat like a drum.

She secretly raised her eyes and looked towards the yard: "Grandpa will catch a cold if he lies like this... I want to send him back..."

"Don't worry," Li Zimo continued walking, carrying her up the stairs. The wooden stairs creaked slightly. "Your grandfather is a powerful martial arts master. This little bit of night dew is nothing."

As he spoke, he gently pinched her waist and said, "My dear lady, you are wearing so little. Don't catch a cold."

"Bad guy!" Xu Luyou hit his shoulder lightly, but he took the opportunity to steal a kiss on her lips. She was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak.

In the second-floor wing, red candles flickered, casting the figures of the two people on the gauze curtain.

Li Zimo gently placed her on the edge of the bed, his fingertips brushing against the pearl hairpin in her hair: "The pearl hairpin I bought today really suits you."

Xu Luyou lowered his head, twisting the corner of his clothes nervously with his fingers: "I-Are we moving too fast..."

Li Zimo knelt on one knee, took her hand in his, and said with an unprecedented seriousness: "Lu You, are you willing to be my Taoist partner?"

Suddenly, there was a muffled "bang" sound outside the window, followed by the old man's mumbling: "This wine... has a really strong aftereffect..." Then the snoring started again.

The two smiled at each other, and the shyness in Xu Luyou's eyes gradually turned into tenderness.

She nodded slightly, and the pearl hairpin in her hair swayed, emitting a dazzling light under the candlelight.

Li Zimo raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the candlelight suddenly dimmed a little.

The gauze curtain hangs lightly, hiding the spring scenery in the room.

The old man in the yard turned over, smacked his lips and continued to "sleep soundly", and the nightingale on the branch seemed to have stopped singing wisely. Only the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves added a bit of poetry to this beautiful scene.

In the early morning light, Xu Luyou leaned in Li Zimo's arms, drawing circles on his chest with her fingertips: "If Grandpa knew that we..."

"He already knew that." Li Zimo played with a strand of her hair, which slipped through his fingers like silk. "Do you think a martial arts expert would really be drunk and unconscious?"

Xu Luyou was suddenly ashamed and buried her face in the quilt.

Li Zimo laughed and hugged her tightly, whispering in her ear: "Your grandfather has tacitly agreed, my silly girl."

In the courtyard downstairs, the old man stretched himself, squinted his eyes and looked at the candlelight on the second floor that had not been extinguished all night, and raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth: "It's great to be young..."

As he said this, he opened another jar of wine and started drinking it by himself, without showing any sign of being drunk at all.