The two walked together, traveling through mountains and rivers.

Most of them walked through the countryside and reached the Jialing River. Each person had an oar. Gu Changan was at the bow, Bailu lay down in the middle cabin and took a nap, and Li Wan sat at the stern.

Paddling into the reed pond, Gu Changan was sleeping lightly with his arms on his pillow, and Li Wan took off his human skin mask, revealing his incomparably beautiful face.

She raised her delicate eyebrows and said softly:

"Two hundred years ago, in this reed field, King Luo Bin wrote an article called "A Call to Arms for Xu Jingye", which will surely be remembered for generations to come."

The empress knew history at her fingertips, and she was always looking for a topic when talking about it. The two of them were often dull and boring when they got along.

It's funny to say that she has always been aloof, but when facing Gu Changan, she had to take the initiative to break the atmosphere.

Gu Changan denied:

"I don't think he will be remembered by future generations through this article, but through a poem."

"Which one?" Li Wan asked.

Gu Changan turned his head and pointed at the wild geese playing thirty feet away, and said in a cadence:

"Goose, goose, goose, Qu Xiang sings to the sky."

"White hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves."

"Ode to the goose?" Li Wan looked surprised, shook his head and laughed, "No way, it's just a children's limerick."

Gu Changan said casually: "When one looks back in life, what he envies most is the simple happiness of childhood."

Li Wan nodded his delicate chin, suddenly looked at him and said, "But you have never even had this bit of happiness."

"Isn't there now?" Gu Changan stared at a group of wild geese picking up grass.

The empress suddenly lowered her head and smiled, seeming to realize that she was smiling for no reason, and regained her composure. However, that moment of amorous feelings actually eclipsed the spring atmosphere.

"Why are you laughing?" Gu Changan asked.

"No." Li Wan shook his head.

You finally started to live for yourself, isn't it worth being happy? There will be me in the process, which will only make you a little bit happier, maybe far more than a little bit.

Gu Changan picked up the bamboo hat and put it on.

Li Wan looked into the distance. A small boat was sailing down the river. She also put on human skin. Exposing her identity would always disturb her comfort.

The boat approached, and a girl in a pink skirt came slowly. She looked at Gu Changan and said in the official Mandarin of Shu:

"No, that young man is truly elegant. In comparison, you are just a bumpkin."

"Oh." Chen Jie muttered. Although his face was covered by a bamboo hat, his temperament was rare in the world. He should be a latent cultivator of Xianyun Yehe.

Although the partner beside me is mediocre in appearance, she still has a noble and elegant aura, and her status must be extraordinary.

"Let's go to Jiange to meet your parents." Chen Jie said cautiously.

The girl's eyes bulged, and she suddenly pointed her finger at Li Wan, with a smile as bright as a flower:

"We meet by chance. Logically speaking, we shouldn't be rude to my sister, but I see that you are carrying a sword box. If you are not a master of swordsmanship, how can you please the master? I would like to ask you a trick."

Li Wan was stunned.

In fact, she knew the girl in front of her, the daughter of the deputy master of Jiange.

Your father still has to respectfully address me as "Your Majesty". How dare you, a little girl, act so strangely...

"What, are you afraid of being exposed?" The girl in the pink skirt raised her chin and said coquettishly:

"Sir, can I get to know you?"

Gu Chang'an found it interesting. He glanced at the frustrated young man and then looked at the girl's wandering eyes.

"Little girl, the movie will satisfy you." Li Wan smiled slightly and saw through that the other party deliberately wanted to make the young man jealous.

She just shook her wrist, and there was a slight sound of the silk tearing, and then strands of sword light seeped out from between the sleeves of her skirt.

The girl was speechless. Before the sword was unsheathed, she simply shouted: "I surrender!"

The sword energy turned around and sank into the river, causing a group of wild ducks to flap their wings and fly around.

"Hmph, I have accomplished something with my sword. I'll come back to find you again!" The girl in the pink skirt snorted and paddled away.

Chen Jie squatted beside the boat, grabbed a reed nearby, put it in his mouth and chewed it, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Elm head!" the girl scolded.

Chen Jie felt a little aggrieved and muttered:

"Have you forgotten how glorious I am in Chibi? My wooden sword is stained with the blood of barbarian dogs, and I can rank among the top ranks of one hundred thousand sword cultivators."

"You have only one thing worth showing off in your life? Besides, it wasn't you who killed him." The girl threw the oar to him.

"No, there are two. The other one is you." Chen Jie said seriously.

The girl's cheeks turned red and she said, "You're so talkative!"

Chen Jie giggled, looked back at the boat that was getting further away, and suddenly shouted with all his strength:

"Gu Yingxiong killed the gods with one sword, recast his body, and single-handedly gave the Central Plains the right ridge, and the whole world celebrated!"

The girl covered her ears, thinking he was childish, and wondered:

"Why do you keep repeating this sentence to everyone you meet along the way?"

Chen Jie's smile became bright and he remained silent.

Until the snow-white figure disappeared from sight, he burst into tears:

"He is Gu Yingxiong."

"Ah!" the girl screamed subconsciously, her face full of disbelief.

Chen Jie casually wiped away his tears and choked up:

"I feel that sword energy now, it's unmistakable."

"Idiot, you... why didn't you remind me, let's chase her." The girl was jumping up and down with excitement, and was about to turn the boat around.

Chen Jie stopped her and said softly:

"Since you are wearing a hat, let's not disturb you."

"Gu Yingxiong is too tired. No one in the world has done more than him. He should live a quiet life."

The girl stamped her feet to give up, her face full of regret, and she laughed happily just thinking about it.

In fact, the people in the Central Plains hope that Gu Yingxiong will come back. This is the happy ending of the story.

"Chen Jie, I forgive you."

"What did I do wrong?"

"To say you are wrong is wrong!

"

The boat went away, and Li Wan's eyes widened:

"You killed the land god?"

"Um."

Li Wan was at a loss for words. What he said was that he could kill a god with one sword. It was really very casual.

"That boy is a natural swordsman." Gu Changan said.

"Why do you call others a bitch for no reason?" Li Wan frowned.

Gu Changan raised the edge of his hat slightly and looked at her for a long time:

"You're not good at livening up the atmosphere."

With a smile on his face, Li Wan lifted up his loose black hair to cover up his embarrassment, and sighed:

"The gap between their talents is too big. If they don't die in the middle, the lower limit of the young man's training is to be a swordsman saint. No matter how hard the young girl works, she will stop at the fifth level."

"Can we hold hands until we are the youngest in the future?"

Gu Changan replied: "People change, and they often don't even know it."

Li Wan stretched her body, facing the gentle spring breeze and said slowly:

"That young man should be the bearer of the future generation. Our nation has been like this since ancient times. Each generation has its own mission."

"Your mission is accomplished, now it's time to do what you want to do and see the scenery you want to see."

Gu Changan was silent and did not answer.

Li Wan's eyes dimmed, how she wished to hear the word "good".

…

Traveling all the way eastward, we arrived at the bustling and affluent Jinling City at the end of March.

The relationship between the two is still the same, they can't speak more than a few words a day, but they are both used to it.
To be continued...