Chapter 112 The Book of Nine Lotus (1/2)

On the small boat, Shen Lian was dressed in his Dao robe, which blew in the wind. His long hair was let down on his shoulder. He looked just like a Dao practitioner in a Chinese ink painting.

There was a fisherman rowing at the back of the boat. He was dressed in a similar to the weird-browed man.

In front of them was a small building in North Lake. There was no melody nor singing coming from the building.

Shen Lian was on the deck. Unlike the surrounding which was well lit, there was no light there. It was quiet. The fisherman who was there before had left along with the boat, leaving only ripples behind.

The moment he arrived the bank of North Lake, there was someone waiting for him. He was then sent to this place using the boat.

He felt a bit odd. The word Cuiyun Pavillion was visible under the moonlight. It was beautiful and elegantly written.

Shen Lian stepped into the building with really light footsteps. He passed by a walkway and saw a beaded curtain at one side. No wind could reach here, and that explained why no sounds were produced by this beaded curtain. The moonlight seeped through the gaps between the beaded chains, and the whole atmosphere was dreamlike.

Shen Lian moved inside. He lifted the curtain and the beads made a melodic sound.

The room was extremely spacious. There was a skylight which let in the moonlight.

The floor and wall were made of special materials. The moonlight permeated the room, like a stream of water.

A lady was sitting on the floor, with a seven-stringed Guqin in front of her.

Under the moonlight, one could observe that she was extremely beautiful with an aura out of this world.

One’s beauty was not particularly important to Shen Lian, but even a saint would not ignore the woman in front of him right now.

Even when Confucius met Nanzi, he was shocked by her beauty.

Other than her beautiful face, she carried with her a class, like a lotus cleansed in the rain. It was refreshing and pure, like a saintess, who was the savior for all sufferings.

She looked like she was just sixteen, and her eyes were smiling.

Smiling always brought woman – especially a beautiful woman - good fortune.

She seemed to understand it well, and she had a really charming smile.

Shen Lian asked, ”Are you Zhao Xiaoyu?”

”Do you think I am not?” Her eyes scoured through Shen Lian, which reminded one of the clear streams in autumn.

If fairy existed, it would look like her.

In his previous life, Shen Lian rarely had the chance to interact with beautiful women other than through the internet. In this life, he had met a few really gorgeous women. It was not because he started having good fortunes, but because, with cultivation, the improvement he had been through acted as a filtering process.

Among cultivators, regardless of gender, it was rare to find someone ugly. It was because after going through the process of cultivation, most people’s skin would turn smooth and delicate.