[Comprehensive] Our city lord is glamorous and noble

Chapter 1

Feixian Island is an isolated island in the South China Sea, named for its resemblance to the flying sky in Dunhuang murals.

The name and date of birth of the first owner of the island are unknown, but the descendants of the owner have been living in a stable way. Whether it is the change of dynasties or the war in the Central Plains, it seems that this has not affected the island. The fate of a small island floating in the sea.

Anyone from the Central Plains who often travels to the South China Sea for business will know that the owner of this island has been surnamed Ye for generations.

Although it is a helpless island drifting in the sea, the residents on the island are not necessarily poor. Judging from their food and clothing, they must be more sophisticated than the wealthy households in the capital.

Relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the sea to eat the sea, Feixian Island has nothing else, but it produces some beautiful corals and Hepu Nanzhu with various colors. Fishermen drive a small boat to go out to sea leisurely. As long as they are not too bad luck, they can catch them. One or two fist-sized shells, as for whether the price is much higher than the equivalent gold pearls or gravel, it depends on the market price of the day.

This small island can operate comfortably for a hundred years just relying on the "gold" fished out of the sea.

The islanders are very rich, so needless to say the owner of the island, the mansion he lived in was three stories high, which was definitely a rare tall building at that time. synonymous with.As for the exotic flowers and plants in the courtyard, there are countless. The temperature in the South China Sea is high, and there are 8 months in a year, and all kinds of flowers in the courtyard are competing for beauty.

There are hundreds of burning red flowers, only five bunches of flowers, red, white, yellow and purple, only you can't think of it, and there is nothing you can't see.

But compared to the flowers and plants, the most eye-catching thing in the island owner's residence is the various maids.

Feixian Island has existed for too long, and the number of people on the island has grown to the size of a city. The residents who live here call themselves "Baiyun City Citizens", and the title "Baiyun City Lord" has been passed down from generation to generation.

Being able to work in the Baiyun City Lord's Mansion is definitely a respectable event for the local residents. However, most of the maids and guards in Baiyun City are from family backgrounds, or they are purchased from overseas. The locals are desperate to enter. But it may not be able to do so.

Not to mention the men, because they have been practicing martial arts all year round, they are all handsome and tall, and it may not be an exaggeration to describe them as tall and strong. The beautiful appearance is like a fairy descending from the earth, straddling the flower basket and spreading petals, and her body is also stained with a lingering fragrance. The well-known female heroes in the world are not far behind.

The maid in charge of taking care of the next Baiyun City Lord is naturally the most beautiful among them, and also has the highest martial arts.

"Young City Master?" He kept shouting through a door, and even the maid in charge of cleaning the corridor raised her head suspiciously. She had waited for Langyue to shout for so long and still hadn't seen the Young City Master. The sun really came out from the west.

The young Lord of Baiyun City is very glamorous and noble at a very young age, and the maids around him even have fairy-like names, which are very compelling. Very otherworldly.

"Wait!" When the clear child's voice reached Langyue's ears, the responsible maid finally breathed a sigh of relief. If she didn't come out again, she would kick the door in.

It's no wonder she made such a big fuss. Ye Gucheng, the only son of the old city lord, was gifted in martial arts at a young age and had a special liking for swords. Jiu Xia has practiced the three-volt period, and he has never missed a day since he was sensible. At this time, he would have been feeling back and forth by the sea, but today he is still in the room, which is really weird.

I almost thought that the young city master was ill.

"Breakfast is ready." She said the excuse she had thought up early in the morning, and finally backed away after feeling relieved.

To Mingyue's surprise, she was relieved, and someone who was separated from her by a door let out a long sigh of relief. His voice was so loud that it could almost pass through the wall. , making myself hold my breath in my chest, I just want to hiccup.

The pink and jade-carved child stared at the bronze mirror in front of him, his handsome face actually showed a ferocious expression of gnashing teeth, which really didn't match his appearance.

The bronze mirror of this era has been polished very brightly, which can clearly reflect his face.

His skin is very fair, his nose is very straight, his eyes are very bright, his eyebrows are straight and black. When he grows up, he must be a handsome guy who is popular among thousands of beautiful girls.

With a stern face, he already had the aura of not being angry and arrogant, with a little cinnabar on his forehead, he looked like a fairy boy walking down from the painting.

Ye Gucheng is very beautiful.

He stretched out his hand to touch his beautiful and upright face, and squeezed it like plasticine. Well, it still hurts, obviously it's not a dream.

The expression of the little boy in the bronze mirror was distorted again, abruptly freezing his cold face on Ku Da Qiu Shen.

He had tried to pinch himself countless times this morning, but failed every time.

The face is still the same face, but the age is getting smaller, but is the person still the same person?

Ye Gucheng had a subtle feeling, as if he was holding a sword on the beach every day, listening to the sound of the waves and wind and practicing swords, but he had other memories.

The two lives are intertwined, and at a certain moment, it is impossible to tell who is right and who is wrong.

Another person who doesn't particularly love martial arts novels, but has heard of Ye Gucheng's reputation, but he is really not sensitive about becoming a future swordsman.

The original author has said that Ye Gucheng has no past and no future, so what is he now, the past abandoned by the sword fairy?

Looking sideways at the polished sword, it was shorter and lighter than the dark iron sword with a three-foot-three blade and a net weight of six catties and four taels in my impression. It was probably specially made to match the child's stature.

But even the short and narrow sword exudes a dense cold air, which can condense into icicles with interlaced fangs, and one can feel the cold air all the way up from the end of the spine at a glance.

Teeth chatter.

The hands rubbed involuntarily, and there was a thick callus on the tiger's mouth due to years of sword practice.

It was a medal left over from practicing swords all the year round.

He became a young sword fairy, or rather, the young sword fairy became him.

According to Ye Gucheng's daily routine, he should have finished washing in a moment, and took his fine iron long sword to the beach to experience the majestic atmosphere of nature.

At high tide, the sea water slapped layer by layer on the wet beach, the smell of fishy and salty filled the nostrils, and the waving of the sword brought the rustling wind.

Sword dancing in the cool early morning is a very pleasant thing. There is fresh air to breathe and beautiful scenery to see. The weather is the coolest time of the day, and the overheated sun at noon is still soft.

For sword practitioners, this is enjoyment.

But for him now, would that still be enjoyment?

He went out with a black iron sword in hand, dressed in too neat white clothes, and had to be careful when he walked, lest he would pick up some dust and get gray marks on the innocent white cloth.

Sword fairy, even the childhood version, must wear the brightest white clothes.

"Young City Lord." All the maids I met along the way bowed their heads in salute, and Ye Gucheng, who was less than 1.5 meters tall, nodded slightly in return. His eyes were so bright and his expression was so cold.

The boy in his prime has already looked like a master.

Maid: You really deserve to be the young city lord!

He is so noble, he will be frozen into ice cubes just by getting close!

Ye Gucheng with a sullen face: The beach, where should he be heading?

Although Feixian Island is surrounded by the sea, there is only one beach where the Shaocheng of Baiyun City mainly practices swords. The waves there are the most magnificent. When the storm comes, Ye Gucheng practicing swords on the beach is like a sea swallow fighting against the storm.

Washed into a drowned chicken by the ruthless sea water.

He seemed to be walking in the middle of the house with a purpose, every step was firm, but a layer of cold sweat was already breaking out on his back, and he hadn't judged the direction of the beach until now.

Otherwise, should we go out of the city lord's mansion along the path first?No matter which way you go, it's always right to go out first.

"Young City Lord?" A female voice as crisp as a yellow warbler came from behind, maybe it was too long with the Sword Immortal, the female voice also carried a bit of coldness, as crisp as big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate.

It was Langyue, without even twitching his eyelids, he gave a slightly deep "hmm" and turned around slowly and firmly.

Ye Gucheng said: "Lang Yue."

The maid didn't think about it, but when she saw the young city lord who was neatly dressed and holding a black iron sword, she asked, "Young city lord wants to practice sword?"

Nodding: "Yes."

Carry out cherishing words like gold to the extreme.

Lang Yue said: "The time for sword practice today is later than usual."

The hand holding the sword hilt tightened, then relaxed, his heart clenched into a ball, and every word he said was carefully thought out, saying: "The waves at this time are bigger than in the morning."

People who were born by the sea have their own understanding of the sea, not to mention Ye Gucheng who practiced sword every morning and accompanied by the waves, his analysis of the wind direction was almost engraved in his bones.

Sword skills, sea waves, wind sounds, all of these he remembered, were engraved in his bones and blood, but the layout of the mansion, the direction of the market, and the foothold of the coast seemed to be covered with a layer of white veil, which could not be seen clearly. .

"So that's how it is." The maid didn't think it was different, and nodded secretly, thinking that the young city lord must have gained a new understanding, so he wanted to practice swords when the waves were the biggest, to hone his skills and character.

Lang Yue: The realm of the young city lord is different!

She paused and said: "It's windy on the north bank today, please take care of yourself, Young City Lord."

The seemingly ordinary words of concern, but a thunderbolt fell in Ye Gucheng's mind, the fog cleared, and the covered memory became clear.

The narrow path leading to the north shore and the sand and stones on the beach are reflected in his mind, as if he can see every gravel clearly.

Facing the turbulent waves, he raised the sword in his hand, his body swung involuntarily, and there seemed to be a flash of light on the blade made of refined iron.

To survive in the world of martial arts, the first thing you need is strength.

For a master who will die in the future because of his failure to help usurp the throne, strength is the most important thing.

If you don't want to try the death crossing method, you should weigh the sword in your hand first.