Yang Yi, who had been working all night long, opened his eyes and traveled to the bank of the Bian River. The antique street scenes and pedestrians wearing Ruqu skirts all indicate that this is the Song Dynasty thousands of years ago. What shocked him even more was that the woman in front of him, wearing a light green shirt and sparkling eyes, was actually Li Qingzhao, the ancient poet!
Before he could digest this time-travel adventure, the "God-level Selection System" was suddenly activated, and three options hit his soul: deceive Li Qingzhao to stay away from Zhao Mingcheng, and you can get the master's painting skills; match her with Zhao Mingcheng, and get a thousand taels of gold; refuse to get involved in marriage, and you can actually learn the masterful "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms"!
"Now that I'm here, Li Qingzhao can only be mine!" Yang Yi declared domineeringly, decisively choosing the palm technique. The majestic internal energy surged throughout his body instantly, and the essence of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was imprinted in his mind. A straightforward declaration made Li Qingzhao's cheeks blush, but his eyes glowed with a strange light.
With Wang Zha's Dragon Subduing Palm Technique at the beginning, and facing the talented woman from all ages who took the initiative to lead the way, Yang Yi stood at the head of the bustling Bianjing City, and had already made a plan: not only should he live a graceful life in the Northern Song Dynasty, but also he should keep this magnificent and talented woman firmly by his side. His Bianjing storm had begun from the moment he intercepted Hu Li Qingzhao.
