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West Lake, the scenery is beautiful, the literati salacious guest endless.

The pleasure boats were floating above the West Lake one by one. The bright sun was unable to dispel the men's curiosity.

This was a prosperous dynasty, and even more so, an absurd dynasty.

Scholars boasted of being romantic, and if they had never been to the fireworks, they would be despised by their peers.

The great writer Su Shi wrote a poem about the beautiful scintillating water, which attracted countless tourists.

At this moment, within the West Lake, there was an immortal couple on a small boat. They were much more attractive than the beautiful West Lake.

The man was wearing a snow-white robe and had a tall stature. His eyes were deep and profound, and the flame mark on his forehead added to his mysteriousness and nobility.

The woman wore a light yellow dress with bright eyes and white teeth. She had a gentle temperament and also had the vitality of a young girl.

This man and woman were both born handsome, and it was hard for them to be like this in the mortal world.

In reality, this man and woman weren't ordinary people. One was a person who had sneaked over from another world, and the other was the Three Saintess of Mount Hua, a true immortal.

With Li Dao's ability, to take down a Yang Chan would not be difficult at all.

In other words, the harmony of Yin and Yang was a great Dao, and Immortals could not transcend it. In the end, Yang Chan was just a girl who had never been in a relationship before. When she met a man, it was very easy for her to fall.

The matters between a man and a woman were not complicated in the first place. It was a matter of nature. It was just that the young boys and girls were restrained by shyness and modesty. They were scared and didn't dare to say it out loud.

The youngsters held the matters of love in a sacred manner. Deep in their hearts, they had a sacred feeling. They did not dare to defile this girl who was secretly in love. However, the youth didn't know that the young girl he had a crush on might be secretly sizing him up from somewhere. Both sides did not dare to speak a word until the youth realized that the young girl that was sacred to him was easily trampled on by some unsightly youths.

This was sorrow, and it could be seen everywhere.

To put it bluntly, between a man and a woman, there would always be friction when there was contact, and sparks would be created when there was friction. In the face of love, no one was noble. Everyone treated everyone the same; they were all vile.

As long as you have a thick skin, dare to flirt and push, there is an unlimited possibility. In the depth of everyone's heart, more or less, there was hidden lust. As long as it was exposed, everything would be fine. Even if it was just a marriage between dew and water, they had at least experienced it, hadn't they?

Yang Chan had been alone in Hua Shan for hundreds of years, and she already had a good impression of handsome men like Li Dao.

In the original story, Liu Yanchang's success was not by chance, but because some big shots had calculated everything. It was just that this time, Yang Chan met Li Dao.

A girl like Yang Chan was someone who had just opened her heart and could be taken down with words. There were also some girls with a harder heart. They were more rational, and their words couldn't be deceived. In this sort of situation, they would directly force things out and snatch away the red balls.

Chasing a man and chasing a woman through a mountain was completely nonsense. Regardless of whether it was a man or a woman, they would be able to create any miracle with their great courage and thick skin. Of course, there was an additional prerequisite, and that was that one's own hardware could not be too bad. Otherwise, if the other party tried to force his way down, he could get slapped, even live in a free house, and eat free food.

This was the nature of the relationship between men and women. Any man or woman who had some confidence in themselves would be able to enjoy the pleasures of this relationship.

Whether it was due to the friction between their bodies, or the fact that they were willing to give their lives up to their own desires, there was no problem with either of these two things. The choice was entirely up to them.

Li Dao embraced Yang Chan, and the tip of his nose smelled a faint fragrance. He felt relaxed and happy, and even the West Lake became more beautiful. In fact, the West Lake was beautiful.

The boat moved slowly through the lake, the surface of the lake rippling with ripples.

He was an old man in his sixties who did not forget to glance out of the corner of his eye at Li Dao and Yang Chan as he shook the bamboo pole. His face was full of reminiscence.

However, this young master did not know that this man and woman, regardless of which one, were old enough to be his great-grandfather's grandma.

Right now, Yang Chan was just a girl who was completely immersed in love. Her mind was completely muddled by the so-called love, as if the man in front of her was the entire world, and nothing else mattered.

Yang Chan was originally the Third Saintess of the Hua Shan under the Jade Emperor's personal orders. Her duty was to guard the Hua Mountain, and now that she had left her post, it could be considered a great crime.

It was just that Yang Chan had forgotten about this problem, so it was even more impossible for Li Dao to recall these details.

When a man was in love with a woman, he was full of thoughts about how he could get everything from her. Of course, the most intuitive display would be the girl's body.

When a woman loves a man, she just wants to be by his side at all times and tie him to her forever.

Li Dao definitely did not have this kind of low interest. He only very simply liked a naive and kind girl like Yang Chan because staying with this kind of girl would relax her mood a lot.

As for the Heavenly Court, Li Jing had already gathered 100,000 heavenly soldiers. Yang Jian had brought the Howling Celestial Dog, the six brothers of Plum Mountain, and the eight hundred Grass Deity, descending majestically to the mortal world.

When they arrived at Mount Hua, Yang Jian and Li Jing discovered that they had missed their target. Yang Chan was not at Mount Hua.

Li Jing stood to the side and did not say a word. Yang Jian frowned his handsome eyebrows and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, Yang Jian shouted coldly, "Where is the Howling Celestial Dog?"

"Master, I'm here!"

"Quickly track down Yang Chan, there is no mistake!"

"Yes, Howling Heavens accepts the orders!"

Dressed in black, the Howling Celestial Dog took two steps forward, drew a circle in front of its chest with both of its hands, and then placed them on its nose. It read, "Heaven and Earth have no limit, ten thousand miles of pursuit!"

The Howling Celestial Dog was a prehistoric species, and it was also a dog. Its sense of smell was definitely terrifying.

He had followed Yang Jian since a long time ago, so he naturally remembered the smell on Yang Chan's body. It could be said that, as long as the Howling Celestial Dog had seen someone, they would remember their smell, and as long as it was not the Tathagata Buddha, then no matter where Old Lord Taishang hid, he would not be able to hide from his nose.

Everyone looked at the Howling Celestial Dog. After a while, the Howling Celestial Dog opened its soybean-sized eyes and looked at its owner, Yang Jian.

"Master?"

The Howling Celestial Dog hesitated for a moment before probing. As a dog, even if it became a deity, it could not be said to have profound intelligence. It was uncertain about Yang Jian's attitude.

"Speak, where is Yang Chan!"

The triple-edged two-edged blade in Yang Jian's hand shone with a cold light under the sunlight, while a three inch vertical scar jumped out from between his eyebrows.

Yang Chan was not in Hua Shan, so there was a high chance that she had been set up by someone. Being in love with a mortal called Liu Yanchang, Yang Jian's mood was both heavy and cold.

The Howling Celestial Dog felt the killing intent from Yang Jian, and its body trembled as it said, "Yang Chan is currently at the West Lake."

Without saying anything, Yang Jian turned around and flew in the direction of the West Lake, leaving a figure behind. His black cloak fluttered in the wind.

"Is Second Brother Yang alright?"

The teenager, Third Prince Nezha, looked worriedly at Yang Jian's back, but unfortunately, no one could answer his question.