Ignorant of the ways of the world. Full of strength. The female swordsman VS the mute slave with well-developed limbs. Hard-working but weak to the heroine.
Sword Master Gong Fuhua was once a martial arts myth.
She has black hair and white clothes, and can cut the sun and the moon with her flying sword across the sky. Everyone says that her worry-free swordsmanship has reached its peak, and no one will be able to surpass her in a hundred years.
She is at the highest peak of Wuyou, drinking the morning dew and looking at all living beings.
But he didn't expect Wuyou Mountain to be besieged by gangsters, and the legendary sword master, dressed in blood, fell to the cliff.
No one noticed that on the day Gong Fuhua fell off the cliff, a tall man in shabby clothes ran out.
I don't know how many days passed, but in the deep forest, a man carried out a bloody man who looked like a rag doll.
They passed through mountains, swamps, deserts...
+++The man is a mute slave, but he is not mute, he just talks less.
He was very hard-boned and worked as a coolie or a thug as long as he could make money without even humming.
But his bones were also very soft. Even if the woman was already a cripple with all her limbs and muscles broken, and her temper became even more violent, he would always kneel in silence and let her vent.
He sought medical advice for her, helped her muscles and bones recover, and saw her stand at the top of all living beings again.
Gong Fuhua lowered her eyes and looked down at the man on the ground: "Since you have helped me in danger, what is your wish? I agree to it."
The man's tall body was slightly stooped: "I don't have any slaves."
Gong Fuhua gave her choice: "The second person from Wuyou Mountain can get a beautiful wife and countless treasures in the courtyard, how about that?"
Man: "Slave, I don't want to."
Gong Fuhua pondered for a long time. The tip of Mingyue's sword lifted the man's rough chin. She watched as the man's chin was scratched by the sword's edge, and the wound oozed blood.
Gong Fuhua's eyes were light: "It's not that ugly, so do you want to fall in love with me?"
The man was silent.
After a long while, he said softly: "All slaves obey the master."
Intention: Keep it until the clouds open and the moon shines
