The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

Liu Yanchang's family lived in northern Shaanxi, not far from the Hua Shan.

As for Li Dao, he was a person without a home to begin with. Together with Liu Yanchang, they had gone westward from Luoyang.

This world had the Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain. The demons were weak, so the lives of humans were pretty peaceful. All the way to Mount Hua, they did not encounter any demons.

Huashan Su was known for its ruthlessness, especially in the mythical world.

Li Dao and Liu Yanchang were both very handsome. Along the way, they met many village ladies who had sent them gifts in secret. Li Dao ignored them and Liu Yanchang returned their smiles, causing the village ladies along the way to blush. In Liu Yanchang's words, this was called Scholar Casanova.

Never underestimate the power of a handsome man to kill women. When a man sees a beautiful woman, he may find himself unable to walk, salivating, and losing his mind. And when a woman sees a beautiful man, she would definitely exaggerate even more. She would not be able to restrain her infatuation.

Under normal circumstances, women would be more reserved when they saw a man, but in reality, that wasn't the case.

If a man's appearance was not enough to move them, he was naturally reserved and kind to not reject you. If he met a beautiful man, a reserved woman would be the one to take the initiative and donate the red balls without hesitation.

On a small path in Hua Yin, Li Dao and Liu Yanchang were walking up the mountain.

Originally, Liu Yanchang didn't have the pleasure of sightseeing. However, since Li Dao had brought it up, Liu Yanchang naturally wouldn't refuse.

Of course, Li Dao had no interest in the scenery of Mount Hua, but if he didn't go up the mountain, how could he meet the legendary beautiful Third Mother?

There were many pilgrims walking up and down the path. Most of them were village ladies, and all of them went straight up the mountain to the Western Mountain Temple to pay respects to the Third Saintess.

According to the pilgrims, there was a temple on the mountain, dedicated to the Third Saintess.

Every day during the drought, the people at the foot of Mount Hua would come to pray to the Third Sage. The Third Sage was very effective. Whenever the people asked for something, she would summon the wind and rain to expel the drought.

Over time, the common folk at the foot of Mount Hua knew that the Third Saintess had passed the examination. If there were any difficulties, they would come and beg for her help. Drawing lots to ask. Asking for a son to court a daughter. Asking for a marriage fate. Asking for a career as a official.

Li Dao was dressed in white, his steps were light and steady, and his posture was elegant and unrestrained.

Liu Yanchang was clad in plain clothes and his hair was tied up with a silk scarf. He had only climbed the mountain for less than an hour before he cried out that he could not. He took two steps and rested for two steps as beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead. He dyed his hair into clusters and his chest was also wet. He did not look embarrassed, no longer having the elegance and elegance he had when they first met.

Most of the scholars were like Liu Yanchang, struggling to get a good name. They buried themselves in books and classics and fought around the clock. Their bodies had been hollowed out long ago, and every few steps they took caused them to lose all their energy.

Li Dao also didn't look down on Liu Yanchang. It was the same for mortals. The young people on Earth played with their phones all day and all night, watching movies. They were no different from Liu Yanchang; they might even be worse than him.

After wasting half a day, the sun had set and the sky was filled with afterglow.

Almost all of the guests had already left the mountain. Only then did Li Dao and Liu Yanchang walk up the mountain.

He wanted to say something, but he was hesitant. He wanted to say that he would give up, but he was afraid that Li Dao would look down on him. At this moment, Liu Yanchang was beating his thigh. With a gust of wind, his perspiration was carried away, leaving behind a crystal as fine as fine dust.

Li Dao was very suspicious. At a glance, Liu Yanchang appeared to be overly indulgent, lacking in exercise, and his kidney had already suffered a loss. He really did not know how he climbed Mount Hua and pushed it to Yang Chan in the original story.

Arriving in front of Xi Yue Temple, Li Dao jokingly said, "Brother Liu, since the Third Saintess is so merciful and blessed, why don't we burn two joss sticks and ask for your title?"

Liu Yanchang straightened his back and straightened his back as he flicked his sleeves, "Brother Yang, how could you believe the funny things of a country bumpkin? How could there be any immortals in the world? Zi's words were strange and disorderly. If we are to read the Book of Virtue, we will naturally follow the path of the sages! "

Liu Yanchang's mouth was full of righteousness, morality, and sage principles. Li Dao did not say much and directly walked into the Xiyue Temple.

The West Peak Temple was not small in size. There was only a statue inside, possibly made of clay, covered with a layer of gold powder. From this, it could be seen that Yang Chan was greatly loved by the people of Hua Shan. Otherwise, they wouldn't have plated a layer of gold powder on her.

It had to be known that the commoners were all very poor. To be able to create statues for deities was already quite amazing. To be coated in gold powder was a treatment that only buddhist Bodhisattvas would enjoy. True cultivators of the Daoist Path would generally be carved from stone, wood, or clay.

From this, it could be seen that the buddhist faith was greater than the Daoist faith and it was more enticing.

The statue of the Third Saintess was about the size of a human being, about six feet tall. It had a pair of charming eyes, and a gentle smile hung on the corners of its mouth, as if it was alive.

Looking at Yang Chan's sculpture, Li Dao asked Liu Yanchang with a faint smile, "Brother Liu, do you think that the Third Saintess is very beautiful?"

Liu Yanchang nodded in agreement and replied, "Although she is a statue, she is like a real person. I have seen countless women and have never seen such a beautiful and refined woman before."

"Hahahaha! Brother Liu, this is the Third Saintess! The immortals of the heavens cannot be underestimated!"

Li Dao laughed and walked to the statue to pinch its nose.

Liu Yanchang shook his head and then laughed out loud. He asked, "Brother Li, if you really have this girl, how about you marry her and make her your concubine?"

Li Dao was stunned for a moment before revealing a mischievous smile. He asked, "Brother Liu, we're on good terms with each other. If this girl really appears, does it belong to you or to me?"

Liu Yanchang also laughed. His smile was like rippling water as he shook his head and said, "Guan Gui Jiu, on the River Continent, you are a beautiful lady, a prince is easy to catch. If there really is such a beauty, I won't let you go. Teacher's Day, sex, and sex! "

Liu Yanchang didn't know that, but the statue's eyebrows were already knit together. It whispered, "Lecher!"

Liu Yanchang couldn't hear it, but Li Dao could hear it clearly. As he looked at the statue, his smile became even worse.