Chapter 6, The Sword Hero's Extraordinary Adventure, The Fairy in the Painting

Li Guo glanced at Mo Chou, who had already devoured nearly all the dishes on the table, as well as the wooden box she was carrying on her back, and sighed: "Who is she?"

Although the young hero has a debt of gratitude to Mo Chou, if you were to insult... insult the family of Mo Chou's husband." When mentioning the husband’s family, the young swordsman’s face turned red again: "Mo Chou can get angry!"

Entering the room in a dejected manner, Mo Chou was already seated on a chair, imitating a little girl sipping a drink through a straw. Upon seeing Li Guo walk in, she suddenly stood up and clasped her fists together, saying: "Thank you, young hero, for your hospitality! If Mo Chou can return to her hometown, I will surely not forget your kindness, young hero"

A living embodiment of classical light beauty lay before Li Guo. Although her face still bore traces of youth, the essence of her character—a blend of pure elegance and captivating charm—made Li Guo involuntarily shiver.

After listening, Li Guo forced a dry laugh and pointed towards the door inside, saying, "Are you saying..."

"Dad, what are you all doing?" The little girl had a rather unfriendly expression, looking at the young swordsman as if he were a pile of dog feces

At that moment, Li Guo suddenly felt as if his limbs were being pierced by steel nails, and his whole body was in excruciating pain. He didn't even have time to greet anyone before he collapsed onto the bed and began to convulse.

Li Guo trembled all over, and he coughed twice: "I fear it may not be that good."

Li Guo nodded with great embarrassment and leaned his head in front of Mo Chou, brushing aside his hair to reveal a small but conspicuous red mole, saying: "It really isn't as good as you say."

"Indeed, you haven't made any mistakes at all." Li Guo pondered for a moment, then suddenly paused: "No, wait! Aren't we still not married?"

"Public... how do you feel now?" Mo Chou licked her lips, still stained with fresh blood, and climbed down from Li Guo's back. "This injury is not serious, but if the poison attacks the heart, then even Sun Simiao would be helpless."

Mo Chou glanced at Li Guo and said: "Mo Chou was originally named Mo Chou, and now that she has married into the Li family, it is only natural that she takes on the Li surname."

"Did you win? Don't force yourself; there's no need to take this matter seriously." Li Guo felt both amused and exasperated, clearly displaying a reluctant expression while stubbornly insisting otherwise.

After walking into the chilly corridor, the old man leisurely lit a Soft Zhonghua cigarette and said, "Young master, I have something to say, but I am unsure whether it is appropriate to speak it."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was taken aback. Several elderly men even dropped their wine glasses, shattering them on the ground, and the bell tower's hunchback was also stunned for a long time.

After closing his phone, Li Guo found himself in a state of mixed emotions. He thought to himself: "You must find it quite strange; this ancestral teaching is indeed harsh. The timing is almost impeccable, as it coincides perfectly with his twenty-fourth birthday, when his ancestors sent him a wife."

At this moment, the little girl laughed like a small fox, using both her hands and feet to climb onto Li Guo's lap: "Daddy, is that the mole that the dog bit?"

Upon hearing this, Li Guo felt cold sweat trickling down his back. He thought it would be safer to wait until he returned home to go to the hospital for an X-ray and an electrocardiogram. With each breath he took, he worried that if something were to be left behind, it could lead to a high-level paralysis or lifelong impotence, which would be a stroke of bad luck.

Li Guo gasped for breath, looking at the disheveled little girl: "Healing..."

Moreover, the bell tower's phantom claimed to have seen Yuan Dato. In history, there have only been two emperors with the surname Yuan: one is Yuan Shu and the other is Yuan Shikai. It is certainly impossible for it to be during the Three Kingdoms period, which means that this bell tower's phantom must have encountered Yuan Shikai

When the sky brightened, Li Guo, who had been tossed and turned all night, groggily crawled out of bed. He took out his phone to check the time, and it was evidently already noon

The little sword fairy mechanically turned its neck, looking at Li Guo with a very unpleasant expression: "As the wife of the young master, where else can I find solace with books?"

He has a dignified appearance and is exceptionally talented, well-versed in literature and reason, and possesses a kind and benevolent nature. His forehead is full, and his lips are thin. There is a red mole on his forehead, shaped like a crescent moon, and a colorful butterfly birthmark on his arm. As she spoke, Mo Chou's eyes sparkled with brilliance: "He must be a graceful young gentleman."

"By the way, do you know what the son of the Li family looks like?" Li Guo asked Mo Chou cautiously while sitting in his seat. "Are there any distinguishing features?"

After Li Guo finished speaking, he wished he could slap himself hard; what he said was truly shameful.

The theory of like repels like has been perfectly validated at this moment, and remarkably, this repulsion knows no boundaries of age.

As she spoke, the young sword fairy rolled up her sleeves, leaned over Li Guo's back, and gently sucked the blood from his wound. When she realized there was nowhere to spit out the fresh blood in her mouth, she surprisingly tilted her head back and swallowed it all.

Upon hearing this, Li Guo nearly spat out what was still in his mouth. This is often portrayed in television dramas; whenever someone says something that may or may not be appropriate, it is certainly a crucial element that drives the plot forward. He did not expect that this old man also enjoyed using such tactics.

The old man also glanced at Mo Chou and pulled on Li Guo's sleeve: "Young Master, may I have a word with you in private."

"Young Master, yesterday Mo Chou accidentally injured you; the poison will flare up once every day at the hour of the rat and the hour of the horse." The young swordsman, seeing Li Guo's condition, unceremoniously unfastened his clothing, exposing the wounds that had already been simply bandaged on his back: "Since we are husband and wife, there is no need for so many formalities."

"How many years has it been since you last interacted with the outside world?" Li Guo dared not drink alcohol, merely gulping down a bottle of fresh orange juice: "The emperor has long been gone; now the people are the masters of their own house"

Li Guo's mind was buzzing. The little sword fairy said that she initially set out to marry the son of her master, Li Bai, traveling thousands of miles to Chang'an in search of her husband. However, she was inexplicably deceived by Li Bai and ended up wandering for over a thousand years. Yet, after such a long detour, it turned out that the one who ultimately fell for this trick was none other than him, the recently unemployed Li Guo.

Li Mochou exclaimed, "No way! Change it!" after completing the name with Li Guo.

"You little rascal, what do I know? Oh, you mean the will from the old house, right?" Li Guo's father pondered for a moment: "I don't know what it is, but our old Li family has always had the tradition of marrying at twenty-four and having children at twenty-five. This has been unchangeable, a family rule. However, in your generation, there are no restrictions, which is quite strange"

The young sword immortal frowned and said: "Filial disobedience, lack of offspring, obscenity, jealousy, vile diseases, slander, theft. Which of these has Mo Chou committed?"

When Yuan Daitou was emperor, I had the opportunity to see him once. "Young master, what is the surname and given name of the current emperor?" The bell tower's strange man replied proudly, "Young master, my Li family does not need to avoid the emperor's name; you can call him by his name directly."

Very well, very well. The old man nodded lightly and said, "I should also enjoy my old age."

"No, Mo Chou has always been a person of her word; once she agrees, it is settled. How can such a significant matter as marriage be treated lightly?" The little fairy sword forced a very stiff smile and said, "From today onwards, you shall be Mo Chou's husband."

Dad, I want to ask you. How much do you know about the old house?" Li Guo angrily confronted his father, saying, "Do you know why you didn't tell me sooner!

Li Guo said nothing and disregarded the time, directly making a call to his father

Then the old man spoke frankly. Seeing that Li Guo had not responded for a long time, he began to speak on his own: "This is one of the three treasures of the Li family, the fairy in the painting. It is said that when the ancestors of the Li family ascended to immortality, in order to prevent her from being lonely and helpless, they specially allowed her to sleep for a thousand years. Now that she has awakened, she belongs to the young master."

Li Guo was taken aback: "The current emperor?"

This time, during the drug therapy, Li Guo felt somewhat more comfortable than last night, as the pain was not as unbearable; instead, he experienced a slightly euphoric sensation reminiscent of being tipsy.

The little girl did not know when she also woke up, shaking her hair and sitting to one side, blankly staring at Li Guo and the little sword fairy, who was half-draped over Li Guo's back.

On the other end of the phone, Li Guo's father was clearly a bit groggy, and there was a faint sound of mahjong tiles clattering. It was easy to guess that Li Guo's mother was still burning the midnight oil, working on the Great Wall.

"Well, Mo Chou..." Li Guo quickly regained his strength. After putting on his clothes, he sat beside the little sword fairy and asked, "Do you have a surname?"

Still not convinced?" Li Guo helplessly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a butterfly-shaped birthmark the size of a coin on the inner side of his arm: "Actually, I am quite reluctant to believe it myself.

This ... . ... In other words, this guy starts at one hundred years old, only increasing and never decreasing

For countless years, I have dedicated myself to safeguarding the auspicious three treasures of the Li family. Now that the young master has ascended to the throne, it is time for me to enjoy a few leisurely days. The bell tower eccentric filled a cup of wine for Li Guo at the dining table and recounted the whole story: I am preparing to visit Beiping to meet the current emperor and inform him that the Li family is about to re-emerge in the world.

The young girl is still sprawled out on the bed, while the young swordsman sits by the window, staring blankly at the sky outside, muttering repeatedly: "Draw the sword, sheathe the sword, draw the sword, sheathe the sword..."

"Indeed, young master, you must treat her well; she is a genuine sword immortal." The old man sighed deeply: "I have little time left, and I have repaid the debts of the Li family. The path ahead is for you to tread cautiously, and it all depends on yourself."

"How come you are here..." Li Guo was startled again by her: "Aren't you next door?"

Mo Chou's eyes instantly widened, and in her bright eyes, there was a confusion similar to that of Li Guo. Her small teeth bit down on her lower lip, and her nose twitched as she pulled a book.

Li Guo's eyes swept around the table, where the Sword Immortal Mo Chou was competing with a little girl for food. Aside from the Clock Tower Monster, the other old men were merely sipping their wine, not daring to pick up their chopsticks at all

Under her guidance, the long sword moved in and out of the wooden box, playing with great delight. The sound of clashing metal echoed particularly harshly in the room

Li Guo sat up and tidied his messy hair a little: "Then do I not need you?"

Isn't this ridiculous? Our ancestors schemed and plotted, and directly got Li Guo caught up in it. What kind of situation is this?

Li Guo's throat was making a rumbling sound: "What do you mean by 'my person'? What are the other two treasures?"

"The person in the painting, the poetry in the dream, wielding gold to sever weapons and cut through the clouds." The old man shook his head and recited a poem that seemed to lack coherence: "This is the Three Treasures, as for the person in the painting... she is your betrothed, young master."

"Young master, do not defend Mo Chou any longer. Mo Chou has been lonely and suffering since childhood; if it were not for her master, she would have long since fallen into the life of a courtesan. Could it be that the young master looks down upon Mo Chou?" The little sword fairy climbed in front of Li Guo, pouting: "Mo Chou would never tarnish the young master's reputation."

The little girl huffed and got out of bed by herself, running to the bathroom to wash up. She slammed the door shut with such force that the glass rattled loudly.

Mo Chou let out a sigh, reached into his long robe, and pulled out a still pristine piece of paper. Upon unfolding it, clear brush strokes were written on it, exuding a genuine and natural fragrance of ink.

At this moment, Li Guo truly did not know what kind of expression to make. This girl, who was so full of bravado, suddenly became his wife, Li Guo's wife who had not yet crossed the threshold, due to a rigid requirement. How could Li Guo possibly cope with this situation

He is truly confused; it is already nearly 2011, yet he still maintains such a strict feudal hierarchy, which is quite impressive. Moreover, the words that come out of his mouth are typical of undermining a harmonious society