Once There Were a Few Sword Maniacs

Hu Guangli: "Today, your disciple practiced the basic sword forms eighty-one times. Are you satisfied, Master?" Lian Yuan: "Mm. Double it." Hu Guangli: QAQ Hu Guangli: "But Master Wife said she'd take me to hunt pheasants." Zhao Yi put an arm around Lian Yuan and raised an eyebrow. "Who are you calling Master Wife?" Lian Yuan kept a straight face. "You want to hunt pheasants? Great. Bring me back a jar of green plum wine." Zhao Yi: "You got it, darling!" Hu Guangli: = =+ Hu Guangli had thought that being a perpetual lamp, shining warmly on his Master and Master Wife, would be the highest achievement of his life. "Draw your sword." The man opposite him was peerlessly handsome, his expression serene as he drew his sword. "For the 1,731st time, Sword Maniac, I had no idea you were so free." "Lose, and you'll come home with me." "Come and get me, then! You little brat who's only a hundred years old!" And so, Hu Guangli and the Sword Maniac lived happily ever after. Main CP: a naturally aloof, younger, loyal puppy-dog sword fanatic gong ++ a carefree, dashing, unconventional young swordsman shou There are lots of side couples, so there's bound to be one for you. A few things to know before reading: 1. As the title suggests, the whole story is lighthearted and slice-of-life. There are no earth-shattering conspiracies or worlds trembling in fear. I just want to write a story about meeting all kinds of people and having all sorts of experiences in a cultivation world, while falling in love along the way. (-ω-) 2. It's definitely a cultivation story, but it's not a leveling-up story. It has a touch of the bold, carefree spirit of wuxia. (((o(*·▽·*)o))) 3. The author's typing speed is terrible, but I have chapters stockpiled. As long as even one person comments, I will never abandon this story. To the dear readers who've made it this far, sending you a heart. Love you all! o(≧v≦)o