Two men were lying on beach chairs wearing floral pants, short sleeves and sunglasses, each holding a fresh coconut in their hands and drinking coconut milk.
"Junior brother, I haven't seen Third Senior Sister for several years, and she's beautiful again."
"Her family runs a bank in the secular world. If you had followed her, you would probably be the richest man in China now."
Yuan Lang lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, his eyes wandered back and forth on the long-legged bikini beauties on the beach, and said with a smile.
"Why don't you chase..."
Yang Chen rolled his eyes at Yuan Lang, took out a bottle of beer from the ice bucket on the table and took a sip: "But it feels good to have a Bai Fumei like Situ Jing as a senior sister. At least now that we have arrived in Suhai City, there are people to greet us and...
Gave some food and drink.”
"It makes sense, I like to do free prostitution the most."
Yuan Lang gritted his teeth and smiled.
"Is this the place the old man is talking about? Are the beauties on this beach all members of the Paradise Sect?"
Yang Chen changed the subject and looked intently at a few busty girls who were playing beach volleyball not far away, and clicked his tongue.
"Have you suddenly become fond of the Bliss Sect?"
Yuan Lang came closer and chuckled.
"There must be."
While the two of them were lingering over the beauty on the beach, about an hour later, the sun was setting in the afternoon.
On the pier in the distance, a bamboo boat was slowly approaching.
"The Bliss Sect can't be so poor, right? They don't even own a yacht?"
Yuan Lang stared at the bamboo boat docking with his eyes widened.
On the bamboo boat, there is an elegant joy. In addition, the woman riding the boat is wearing a hat and a long beige Hanfu skirt, just like something out of a painting.
"The old man is so rich but he doesn't own a private jet."
"The Qi Refining Sect doesn't seem to be interested in these things in the secular world."
"When we were on the mountain before, we senior brothers didn't even look down upon things in the secular world, but now... we still think that the secular world is really cool."
As Yang Chen said this, he got up from the beach chair and walked towards the bamboo boat.
"But... she has a good figure."
Yuan Lang threw away the cigarette butt, glanced at the beautiful woman in a coir hat standing on the bamboo boat, clicked his tongue, picked up the gift box prepared by the old man next to him, and headed straight towards the bamboo boat.
"Are these two Mr. Yang Chen and Yuan Lang?"
When the two of them arrived at the pier, the beauty on the bamboo boat bowed slightly and her voice was as clear and sweet as an oriole's.
Even through the white gauze, Yang Chen could still vaguely see that the beauty who came to pick them up was very beautiful. Compared with the bikini beauty on the beach just now, she was more aloof and elegant.
"Beauty, I am Yuan Lang. I am still unmarried, and my assets are not much, only 3.5 billion. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Before Yang Chen could speak, Yuan Lang quickly stretched out his hand and stared at the beautiful woman on the boat with a lustful expression.
"Both of you, please get aboard."
Looking at the invitation handed over by Yang Chen, the beauty turned sideways and got out of the way.
"Don't be embarrassed, people ignore you..."
When Yang Chen passed by Yuan Lang, he lowered his voice and said.
"I don't believe it, she must be shy."
"Really, heart-pounding feeling."
Yuan Lang grabbed Yang Chen's arm and lowered his voice.
"That's what you said when you hugged Piggy after drinking that day."
Yang Chen rolled his eyes at Yuan Lang and passed by the beautiful woman. A scent of fragrance came over him, with a charming medicinal fragrance that was completely different from the perfume in the secular world.
"Beauty, what's your surname?"
Yuan Lang got on the boat, looked at the beauty in yellow who was turning the boat, and asked unwillingly.
"Just call me Rumeng."
The beauty said calmly.
"Rumeng, what a good name."
When Yuan Lang heard the name, he looked intoxicated. He put his right hand on Yang Chen's shoulder and said with a smile: "Fairy Rumeng, I think you must be the most beautiful fairy in your Paradise Sect. What a coincidence,
I am also the most masculine person in our Longhu Mountain, why don’t we add a WeChat account?”
"Sorry, I don't have the WeChat account you mentioned."
Rumeng didn't even look back, holding a long pole and heading towards the depths of the sea.
"Forehead……"
About ten minutes later, as Rumeng squeezed the magic formula with both hands, a wave of spiritual energy suddenly flashed on the calm sea in front of her.
The ship just disappeared above the sea.
When Yang Chen and Yuan Lang took a closer look, they were on a green lake with a huge lotus blooming on the lake. There were mountains all around, the sound of mountain springs, and the scattered ancient buildings rising into the sky, like a paradise.
"No wonder the old man wants to pursue the leader of the Paradise Sect. The place where the Paradise Sect is located is really a paradise, much better than Longhu Mountain."
Yang Chen clicked his tongue.
"Like a dream fairy, I suddenly want to send you a poem to express my mood at this moment."
Yuan Lang was also shocked by the scene in front of him, especially when he looked at Ru Meng's back. He stood up and cleared his throat: "Looking for a dream? Take a long punt and row upstream to where the grass is greener. Load a boat full of starlight, in
Singing among the bright stars. But I can’t sing..."
"arrive."
Just when Yuan Lang was reciting Xu Zhimo's famous work with great emotion, the bamboo boat had already docked.
Rumeng jumped off the boat lightly, then took off the hat and veil on her head: "Mr. Yuan, is this a poem you wrote for me?"
"Forehead……"
Yuan Lang looked at Rumeng's face and froze immediately.
puff……
Yang Chen also didn't expect that Rumeng, who was full of fairy spirit, turned out to be an aunt about fifty years old.
Although he has been practicing for many years and has absorbed the aura of heaven and earth here, his skin can be broken by blows.
But the traces of time cannot be concealed on the face.
He looked at Yuan Lang's flushed face and quickly clasped his fists and said, "Yes, my senior brother has a transcendent literary talent and has admired Fairy Rumeng for a long time. This is definitely his sincerity."
"Sorry to bother you."
Yuan Lang looked at Rumeng with a slightly shy look. He jumped off the boat and headed towards the wooden bridge: "Well, little junior brother, let's leave quickly, so as not to delay what the old man told us."
"Humph, another Meng Lang disciple!"
Rumeng looked at Yuan Lang's fleeing back, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "But... the men in Longhu Mountain are quite attractive, especially the older they get, the more attractive they are. No wonder the sect leader also fell."