Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

The sound of heartbeats that only I could hear was heard all around me.

"Does the old sect leader mean that Yan Shanting likes me?"

Thinking of this, my heart beat faster.

Jiang Zhiwei looked at the little girl's shy expression, guessing she must have realized what was going on. Then, he added fuel to the fire, saying, "This morning, Shanting knew you'd come to visit him, and he was so happy he couldn't sit or stand. He just laughed like a child for a long time. Why do you think he was like that? If you answer correctly, I'll give you a chrysanthemum Taoist priest. How about that?"

This... Ruan Chuyin looked speechlessly at the smiling old sect leader in front of her, her face turning even redder with embarrassment.

Yan Shanting is indeed a good match, but I already have eight husbands...

After expressing his concerns, the old sect leader laughed.

"Not much, not much. No matter how many marriages a noble lady like you gets, it's not too much. Do you like my disciple?" Jiang Zhiwei didn't believe that with his disciple being such a rare talent among men and a red rabbit among horses, the girl wouldn't be moved.

"Let me... think about it." Ruan Chuyin had a good impression of Yan Shanting, but the old sect leader's question was too sudden.

It was almost dark, and if they wanted to go down, they would have already left the mountain. Jiang Zhiwei risked her dignity for the first time for her disciple, repeatedly emphasizing that Xuantian Sect had saved her twice. Finally, the little girl spoke: "I want to meet Sect Master Yan."

Ruan Chuyin felt that she had to hear it from Yan Shanting himself. What if the old sect leader misunderstood?

"Okay, okay! I'll take you there right away." Jiang Zhiwei's eyebrows flew up in joy. The last time Xuantian Sect held a wedding was when his master married his mistress. Sixty years had passed in the blink of an eye.

In the octagonal pavilion, Yanshan Pavilion gazed at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance with sparkling eyes.

The footsteps behind him were both familiar and unfamiliar, causing him to blush uncontrollably again.

Did Master bring the person here so quickly?

Jiang Zhi smiled and said a few polite words, then disappeared in a flash.

Ruan Chuyin originally had many words of gratitude to express to Yan Shanting, but now, influenced by the old sect leader, she couldn't say a single word.

The man in front of him was wearing a black robe, with a piece of double-fish mutton-fat white jade hanging from his waist, and a string of broken beads at the bottom, which made a slight sound when moved by the wind.

"You, does your wound still hurt?" Ruan Chuyin stared at his flushed cheeks, and her face also turned red.

Yan Shanting locked his eyes with a deep frown, the stars in his eyes gradually fading. He said something that surprised even himself, "It hurts."

It was the first time he showed weakness in front of a girl. His handsome face was burning and he looked away uncomfortably.

Ruan Chuyin was slightly startled, took two steps closer, and said with concern: "I brought you a big tonic pill, remember to take it."

"Okay. Thank you!"

The atmosphere became tense. The beneficiary didn't express gratitude, but the savior was the first to be polite. Ruan Chuyin immediately realized her mistake and burst into a stream of gratitude.

The rather polite words made that handsome face, rosy and handsome, turn a shade paler. She had originally thought that Master had brought her here as a sign of agreement, but now it seemed that wasn't the case. Her mood suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy, and a light rain began to fall.

Ruan Chuyin was surprised by the overly dull reaction, and she cleared her cough uncomfortably. She felt that Yan Shanting was a little unhappy, as if it was after she thanked him. But why? This abnormality immediately made Ruan Chuyin sensitive. Unconsciously, she walked to his side and asked, "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

After a long moment, Yan Shanting nodded stiffly, mustering the courage to speak his mind: "The Great Tonic Pill, the Blue and White Seawater Globe Vase, and those words of thanks are not what I want. What I want is you."

Ruan Chuyin's face was filled with shame when she heard this. She lowered her head, fiddling with her fingers, and whispered, "I have eight husbands now, so I may not be able to return to Xuantian Sect more than a few times a year."

Eight husbands? Wasn't it seven?

Yan Shanting was confused and went over the names of the people in his mind again. So, who was the extra one?

Just as he was about to ask, he heard a heavenly voice enter his ears: "As the leader of a sect, you shouldn't be able to go down the mountain often, right?"

"Yes! I can come down the mountain anytime." Yan Shanting has to participate in several joint sect competitions every year, so he can go find her.

Maybe he was too anxious and grabbed Jiao'e's shoulders in an inappropriate manner.

Their eyes met, and the little face reflected in their pupils nodded gently. The fireworks ignited in their hearts illuminated each other's hearts.

Fortunately, I have known your peach blossom face. From now on, there will be more warm spring on the road. At this moment, Yan Shanting felt that he was the happiest man in the world.

Two big hands gently brought the delicate girl into his arms, quietly feeling her warmth.

The moon quietly climbed up into the sky, and its warm breath, full of love, sprayed on the snow-white neck. The faint rose fragrance filled the nostrils, making the bright starry eyes gradually become blurred and intoxicated.

The person in his arms seemed to be scalded by his enthusiasm and turned his head uncomfortably, trying to take a breath of fresh air.

It is said that no matter how well-behaved a gentleman is, he will turn into a wolf when he meets a woman he likes. This is absolutely true, because those big hands were holding her little face and kissing her deeply and passionately.

At this moment, the two figures forgot about the spring flowers and the autumn moon. All around them, besides the scorching air, there was only the setting sun and the green mountains and clear waters.

After the passionate kiss, the two returned to the main hall side by side, and Qin Guanzhi's face looked very unhappy.

During the time when his wife was away, Patriarch Chen and Patriarch Zhuang took turns putting pressure on him and made Yan Shanting's feelings clear to him.

The Xuantian Sect and the Wangxi Sect had been friends for hundreds of years, and Sect Master Jiang was a longtime friend of his mentor. He and Yan Shanting had also known each other for years. Now that he knew his best friend was actually coveting his wife, his heart was filled with dark clouds, and every inch of it was filled with bitterness.

Now seeing the two of them walking towards us with shy faces and affection in their eyes, the deep meaning is self-evident.

The two Xuantian Sect elders raised their eyebrows in satisfaction, feeling relieved that they could enjoy another wedding drink in their lifetime. They immediately led them down the mountain to the county government office in Sanqing Town to register.

Ruan Chuyin was paying attention to Qin Guanzhi's expression from beginning to end. She even glanced at him before signing her name.

After putting pen to paper, Yan Shanting held the marriage certificate in his hands, trembling with excitement.

Only when the ancestor and the master came to congratulate him did he feel at ease.

Ruan Chuyin's head was buzzing. She had climbed the mountain with such sincerity, only to find herself with a husband on the way down. She didn't know how to explain herself back home, and her eyes subconsciously darted towards Zhengfu, whose expressionless face remained.

The old sect leader intended to let his disciple send his wife back to Liangcheng, but Ruan Chuyin took into consideration that his injuries were not fully healed, so she asked him to come back after he recovered.

Now that Yan Shanting had his own family, he followed his wife's advice, nodding his head before the information had even been processed. Later, he realized something was wrong and wanted to regret it, but he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything.

"My dear seniors, it's getting late. I'd like to say goodbye to my wife first and visit her again another day."

Qin Guanzhi deliberately ignored Yanshan Pavilion, took his wife's hand and left without looking back.

If I had known this would happen, I would have come to Xuantian Sect alone to express my gratitude and not given them a chance to take advantage of me.

"Guanzhi, are you angry?" Ruan Chuyin asked this nonsense and then lowered her head.

Qin Guanzhi stopped and stared at the delicate figure he was leading. He suppressed his anger and said, "How can I not be angry? The five of us traveled thousands of miles to the Xuantian Sect, carrying countless treasures. We encountered the evil sect on the way and narrowly escaped death, but in the end we brought back a marriage invitation. I feel that there is no man in the world more foolish than me."

Ruan Chuyin bit her lip tightly, not daring to say a word. The two "Chrysanthemum Taoists" in the basket on her left hand seemed to be frightened as well, suddenly jumping up and down. She had no choice but to break free from her husband's hands and push them back.

"Give it to me." Qin Guanzhi looked at the two purple short tails sticking out of the basket, sighed and took the basket.

After returning to Tianxiang Tower, several people noticed that the atmosphere between the two of them was a little strange, and questions began to arise in their minds.

Meng Huali flashed and took the little fox away. When everyone reacted, the two of them were no longer there.

Xiang Yunchi and Wei Jiusi were holding their breath, unable to vent. Ever since this man arrived, they hadn't had the chance to be intimate with their wives, and since they couldn't defeat him, they immediately turned to Ji Zhiya and Wei Shizhang.

Ji Zhiya ignored them and approached Qin Guanzhi and asked, "Is your trip not going well?"

"It's terrible. Let me talk to you guys later." After saying that, he went back to his room.

After all his calculations, he still overestimated Yan Shanting's character and underestimated his wife's charm.

At this moment, Qin Guanzhi felt that all men in the world were against him.

Meng Huali lowered the people down from a high tower in Sanqing Town. From here, one can overlook the romantic night view of the town.

But now neither of them has this intention, because Meng Huali feels that all his money has been wasted and fed to the wolfhounds.