The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

In Zhao Qian's eyes, this flower is ordinary, and the banks of Qiantang Lake are full of such flowers.

But in Lilac's eyes, this flower has a particularly touching charm, so vivid and lively.

Zhao Qian teased: "Look at the look in your eyes, don't become a nymphomaniac! I like this flower so much, I'll pick it for you."

As he said that, he walked into the bush to pick flowers.

"No!" Ding Xiang stopped her quickly, "Why are you picking such beautiful flowers? This is a scenic spot. How about some meritorious deeds?"

Zhao Qian stopped, turned back, spread her hands and said: "Okay, okay, I will talk about merit and don't pick flowers, but please don't be crazy, otherwise, find a man to marry as soon as possible!"

Ding Xiang laughed and scolded: "You are just crazy!"

Zhao Qian said: "What's the use of being crazy? Unlike you, you are good-looking and can attract men's attention wherever you go. When a man sees you, he is like a fly smelling rotten eggs!"

Lilac was about to retort when she suddenly heard someone behind her say: "Your metaphor is inappropriate. It's not that the goshawk smells rotten eggs, but that the butterfly smells the fragrance of flowers."

The two of them turned around and were surprised to find that it was Park Chenggong whom they had met in the gym.

Park Chenggong changed into casual clothes and could no longer tell that he was an athlete. With his slender figure and beautiful facial features, he was very star-like. Coupled with his proud posture and eyes, he also attracted many female tourists to look back while walking on the road.

"How can a beauty like Miss Lilac be compared to a rotten egg?" he said.

Ding Xiang didn't expect Park Chenggong to appear here, and suddenly felt disgusted in her heart, so she turned away.

Zhao Qian originally had a good impression of Park Chenggong and wanted to get his autograph, but since he sent Min Xiangyuan to force Ding Xiang to eat, her good impression of him has disappeared.

"Hey, you are such a scoundrel, why have you followed me here? I think you are really a fly!" Zhao Qian said.

"Why, can't we come here? Half of the beauty of Qiantang is in this lake. I just won an important competition. Can't I come here to relax?"

"Well, as distinguished foreign guests, I will now give you two hosts a chance to show their friendship as landlords. You can be my tour guide and take me to visit Qiantang Lake. How about it?"

Park Chenggong smiled with a champion-like smile, and shook his shoulders gracefully, as if giving alms, thinking that the two ladies in front of him would eagerly accept his alms and cheer for them.

It was the first time that Ding Xiang saw such a shameless person. She has been harassed by men before, such as Zhou Xu who was following Zhang Yiping at that time. But no matter how bad or annoying Zhou Xu is, he will never be as proud, so confident, and disgustingly confident as the guy in front of him.

"Sorry, we're not interested."

Ding Xiang took Zhao Qian and was about to leave.

Park Chenggong didn't seem depressed, as if she was already in his hands and couldn't escape.

"Wait a minute, beautiful Qiantang girl, please allow me to present flowers to you."

He walked into the bush, reached out and picked the flower.

"what!"

Ding Xiang screamed and wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Park Chenggong held the flowers in his hands and walked slowly towards her.

Ding Xiang stared blankly at the flowers in his hand, as if seeing the passing of a fresh life.

Looking at her stupid look, Park Chenggong smiled and said: "No woman can refuse the temptation of flowers, just like no man can refuse the championship trophy."

He held the flower up to Lilac.

Lilac heard a cry, as if coming from the bottom of a deep lake, crashing into her mind and echoing continuously.

A cool wind blew over the lake, and the sky that was sunny just now suddenly became gloomy, and soon a drizzle began to fall.

Tourists panicked and took shelter from the rain or boarded boats to leave the island.

"It's raining, Dingxiang, let's go quickly." Zhao Qian said.

Ding Xiang came back to her senses, glanced at Pu Chenggong angrily, and then followed Zhao Qian quickly towards the shore where the boat was docked.

Park Chenggong looked up at the sky, then looked at the backs of the two girls, and laughed.

"You can't escape my grasp. I, Pu Chenggong, have never failed to find a woman I like."

He dropped the flowers in his hand and chased after her.

The flowers fell to the ground, were stepped on by the chaotic footsteps of tourists from the island, and were soon submerged in the rain and mud...

……

Zhiren spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in Jingci Temple opposite Leifeng Pagoda, using his magic power to calm Qiantang's Qi.

According to the original layout, the best place to suppress the earth's energy was Leifeng Pagoda, which was also the former Huang Fei Pagoda. However, Leifeng Pagoda has collapsed. After reconstruction, it became a tourist attraction and the underground palace was closed.

Zhiren couldn't lift the cover, so he got into the underground palace in full view of everyone, so he retreated to the next best option and chose Jingci Temple next to Leifeng Pagoda.

The bells here ring melodiously every day, and the evening bells form a unique scenery corresponding to the sunset of the former Leifeng.

Nowadays, there are atmospheric disturbances in the world, secret places in various places are open, and the atmosphere of Qiantang Lake is very unstable. Qiantang is holding a world sports event. Such an important moment cannot be missed.

Qian Wanggong was lent to Li Muchen. In order to prevent Qiantang Lake from changing, Zhiren used himself as a tower and used thousands of years of magic power to suppress Qiantang's earthly energy.

Protecting the Dharma is like sitting in a gate. At this time, Zhiren's body is like a pagoda, and all thoughts are empty, but suddenly he feels a pain in his heart and a mouthful of blood spurts out.

He knew immediately what was happening.

I am afraid of everything, just afraid of this matter. No matter what, it's unlikely that something will happen today.

Zhiren immediately stood up and rushed to the lake to check the situation. No matter what happened, he couldn't let anything happen to her.

But at this moment, a dragon roar rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The temple evening bell also rang at the same time.

The long bells and the dragon's roar intertwined and echoed in his mind.

Zhiren felt that the energy of the Tianmu Mountains was turbulent, and the dragon that had been dormant for thousands of years was waking up.

If he were allowed to rush out, the people of Qiantang would surely suffer.

He had to sit back and calm down the ley lines.

But what would she do?

Thousands of years of love, lifelong watching, or the lives of the people in Qiantang?

Zhi Ren was in a dilemma.