I Am the Righteous Master

Cheng Yingshuang smiled.

"As the holy son of the Haoqi Sect, before I came to our Xuantian Sect, I was a well-known righteous brother, and I can be regarded as a person with a sense of justice."

Jiang Yun has reason and evidence.

Cheng Yingshuang nodded in agreement.

"In that case, I still meet Pavilion Master Cheng's requirements for choosing a husband."

Jiang Yun said.

"Well...that's not bad."

A smile appeared on Cheng Yingshuang's face, and she somewhat understood what the "game" Jiang Yun was talking about.

"Uncle Cheng, let's 'play' a couple of lovers first."

Jiang Yun said, "After all, if things like double cultivation are too... difficult and difficult, it will not be easy to proceed."

Senior Bailong once left him a pair of exercises, and only when Cheng Yingshuang was in love, could he use this technique to purify the poison in her body.

"it is good."

Cheng Yingshuang smiled lightly, and slowly relaxed her body, "I will try my best to cooperate with you."

"From now on, I will call you 'Yingshuang'."

Jiang Yun looked into Cheng Yingshuang's eyes, "Let's complete this story together."

He held Cheng Yingshuang's slender hand with a gentle voice.

In his body, grand energy meridian quietly circulated.

"Well... when do you want to meet me?"

Jiang Yun raised his hand and stroked it in the air.

As if painting on white paper, two figures appeared in the painting, it was the shrunken Jiang Yun and Cheng Yingshuang.

"If that incident didn't happen, I would like to meet the person I like when I was 17 years old."

Cheng Yingshuang raised her hand and tapped her slender fingers in the air, and a background appeared on the blank drawing board.

It was a bustling street, much like the one in a costume drama, full of tourists and crowded shoulder to shoulder.

"This is my hometown, Lingjin City."

The corners of Cheng Yingshuang's mouth curled up slightly, and the warm scenes in her memory gradually emerged.

"You will be a poor scholar who comes to Lingjin City and wants to study in an academy in the city, but Lingjin Academy will not start recruiting for another month."

Cheng Yingshuang pointed at it, and Jiang Yun in the painting was dressed as a scholar with a box on his back, as if he was here to rush for an exam.

"Xiaosheng has no possessions and lives in poverty, so he sells calligraphy and paintings in this Lingjin City to make ends meet."

Jiang Yun smiled slightly, and also raised his hand a little, and the scholar set up a stall on the street of Lingjin City, selling calligraphy and paintings.

"Then how did we meet?"

Cheng Yingshuang looked at Jiang Yun with a smile.

"The weather is not good. The weather was gloomy that day, and the business was very bad."

Jiang Yun sighed, "No one is willing to take care of my calligraphy and painting stall. When closing the stall, I was tired and hungry. Unfortunately, it started to rain again."

The painting is overcast with heavy rain pouring down from the sky.

The scholar packed his things in a panic, while taking off his coat to cover the painting to prevent the calligraphy and painting that the guest ordered a few days ago from being wet by the rain.

"So, I showed up at this time?"

Cheng Yingshuang smiled, and a girl holding an umbrella appeared on the painting.

She looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a light green spring skirt, holding an oil-paper umbrella in her hand, and gently covering the scholar's head.

The girl was born extremely beautiful, looking at him with a small smile:

"The weather is very bad today, why don't you stay at home?"

The scholar smiled wryly and shook his head:

"Thank you for your help, Miss. It's just that Xiaosheng is alone in Lingjin City. He has no relatives or friends. If he doesn't sell some calligraphy and paintings, he may not be able to make ends meet."

"Well, here it is for you."

The girl untied the purse from her waist, counted it carefully, took out half of it with some distress, and placed it in front of the scholar.

"My father is a teacher of Lingjin Academy. Since you are here to take the exam, I will give you the money."

The girl looked at the broken silver left in her purse again, gritted her teeth, and took out half of it again, "My father is strict with me, and I only have this money on me."

She pushed the pieces of silver towards the scholar, but a big hand stopped her movement.

"Thank you for your kindness, girl."

The scholar shook his head, "Xiaosheng is in Lingjin City. He sells calligraphy and paintings, so he can support himself. The girl's money... I can't take it."

"Why are you so pedantic?!"

The girl was upset, but she was smart since she was a child, and she thought of a way as soon as she rolled her eyes:

"Well, if you draw me a picture, I paid for it."

"Xiaosheng's calligraphy and paintings are not worth so much money."

The scholar shook his head.

"Then why don't you draw a few more?"

the girl said.

The scholar thought for a while, since the other party was the employer who came to buy his paintings, it was hard for him to refute.

Just these taels of silver are enough to allow me to paint for a long time.

So on a rainy day, he drew the first picture for the girl.

The girl was very surprised, the scholar was well-cultivated, and his painting skills were very good.

In the painting, I hold an umbrella, wear a spring skirt, smile sweetly, and look forward to my appearance.

So the two gradually became acquainted. He knew her name, knew that her father was a master of Lingjin Academy, and also knew that she was not yet married.

After staying in Lingjin City for a long time, the scholar has gradually become famous, and he can already support himself by selling calligraphy and paintings.

One month later, the scholar had finished all the paintings the girl had ordered, but he still drew a portrait of her every day. These portraits were carefully put away by the girl and put in her drawer.

Sometimes, the girl also wants to draw a picture for him, but she doesn't have the talent in this area, so she can't always draw well.

So the scholar held her hand and taught her seriously.

Whenever the scholar taught her how to draw, the girl would feel her heart beat faster and her cheeks flushed.

When she is with the scholar, the girl will feel that time passes so fast, which makes her want to spend more time with the scholar.

The girl's father found out about the two of them, and he angrily grounded his daughter in her boudoir. Only the maids at home could bring her meals.

The girl sat at the desk sullenly, looking at the portrait of the scholar, and missed him very much.

On this night, the scholar suddenly appeared in the courtyard where she lived.

He patted the dust off his body, and told her that he bypassed the servants in the mansion, climbed over the wall and entered the yard.

When the two were about to confess their hearts to each other, the girl's father appeared behind the scholar with a dark face and asked him what he wanted to do, but the scholar was neither humble nor overbearing, telling the man in front of him that he wanted to marry the other's daughter.

The girl's father didn't laugh at him for being overconfident, but stared at him for a long time.

Finally, the two went to the study and talked late into the night.

The next morning, the scholar resigned and left.

The girl's father told him that as long as he can pass the examination of Lingjin Academy, he will approve the marriage.

The scholar is very talented and hardworking. When the day of the examination came, he entered the examination room full of confidence.

The rest of the matter was logical, the scholar was admitted to Lingjin Academy, and the girl's father also recognized him as his son-in-law.

So on the wedding night, the scholar walked into the wedding room——

Cheng Yingshuang leaned lightly on Jiang Yun's body in her wedding dress, her eyes sparkling.

This is a very plain story, but it is also the life she desires most.

The red hijab on the girl's head was uncovered, and the groom stood in front of her, his image gradually became clear and changed into Jiang Yun's appearance.

"My lady, today is our wedding night."

Looking at the beauty beside him, Jiang Yun spoke softly with gentle eyes.

A small wine glass was handed over.

"Ah."

The corners of Cheng Yingshuang's mouth curled up, "Let's have a drink at the bar, my husband."

The two exchanged glasses of wine and drank. Cheng Yingshuang looked at Jiang Yun with a smile on her face and affection in her beautiful eyes.

She knew that this was a dream that Jiang Yun wove for herself.

But she really likes it.

"Husband, thank you..."

Cheng Yingshuang said in a low voice, she stretched out her two jade arms, and gently wrapped them around Jiang Yun's neck.

Then slowly but firmly kissed his lips.

The lights in the room were turned off quietly, and there was the rustling sound of clothes rubbing in the darkness.

The bed curtain was slowly lowered, and the two figures overlapped together...

………………

Just like an ordinary young couple, Jiang Yun woke up very late the morning after the wedding ceremony.

Cheng Yingshuang was lying on the bed with the brocade quilt covering her body, which only covered half of her back.

Her skin is white and smooth, her waist is slender and graceful, and her slender waist and back are infinitely beautiful.