Douluo: I love Qian Renxue alone, but I can kill with nine swords in a box!

Chapter 1 A tavern that welcomes only one person
  The outskirts of Tiandou City.

Away from the bustling center, in this edge area where the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Dou Forest intersect, there are lush vegetation, but very few humans can be seen.

What is unexpected is that here, under two ancient trees nearly 100 meters high, there is a tavern.

The pub is nameless, and although it looks shabby, the interior is surprisingly clean, tidy, and comfortable.

There is no doubt that if you open a tavern in a place like this, there will not be many customers.

However, Qin Shiyuan didn't care at all.

Because the tavern he opened has only entertained one customer for more than ten years.

"Brother Qin, are you still sleeping? I am so leisurely every day. You are so envious of me."

The sound is heard first, and the people arrive later.

I saw a young man with blond hair, handsome and elegant appearance stepping into the tavern in a familiar manner.

Hearing the sound of spring breeze, a young man lying on the rocking chair behind the counter raised his lips slightly.

"Isn't it the same for His Royal Highness? He comes to disturb Qin's dream every day when he has nothing to do."

Yes, the person in front of him is the current crown prince of the Tiandou Empire, Xue Qinghe.

In other words, it was Qian Daoliu's granddaughter, Qian Renxue, the daughter that Bibi Dong didn't want to admit.

Qin Shiyuan slowly opened his eyes, a pair of eyes as deep as black gems, but there was a hint of tenderness hidden in them.

"If it weren't for you, I would..."

Hearing what Qin Shiyuan said, Qian Renxue blurted out subconsciously.

Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly changed his words.

"If it weren't for your wine, I wouldn't bother running here every day."

After speaking, Qian Renxue raised her head and secretly glanced at Qin Shiyuan with a guilty conscience.

When he realized that Qin Shiyuan didn't seem to notice what he just said, he sighed quietly in his heart.

But soon, she didn't know what she thought of again, and her cheeks turned red uncontrollably.

It's okay if this kind of reaction appears in a girl, but it seems a bit weird when it appears in a man.

Even though Qin knew that the other party was Qian Renxue disguised as a man, seeing the face of "Xue Qinghe" making such an expression, the corner of his mouth still couldn't help but twitch.

"If I hadn't been patronizing you every day, your tavern would have closed down long ago."

Noticing Qin Shiyuan's gaze, Xue Qinghe seemed to be angry and shouted viciously.

"My prince wants to drink fruit wine, grape flavored, and a glass of ale. Go ahead and do it!"

"understood."

Qin Shiyuan responded lazily, but he was secretly laughing in his heart.

Nearly twenty years have passed since his soul traveled to Douluo Continent.

As early as more than ten years ago, at the age of nine, Qian Renxue had just disguised herself as Xue Qinghe and sneaked into the Tiandou Empire, and she had met him.

The two have known each other for more than ten years, and Qian Renxue's wariness towards him gradually turned into familiarity.

From then on, Qian Renxue seemed to truly regard him as one of the few relatives.

I started to completely let down my guard, and from time to time I would show some girlishness if I wasn't careful.

Qian Renxue "revealed her secrets" so many times, how could Qin Shiyuan not notice it.

It's just that the other party didn't plan to tell him yet, so he just pretended that he didn't see it.

"Your Highness, your wine is here."

In half a cup of tea, Qin Shiyuan walked to Qian Renxue's seat with two glasses of wine.

As soon as he put down the wine, Qian Renxue pushed the glass of ale in front of him.

Immediately, he said without any doubt.

"Sit down and drink with me."

Qin Shiyuan was not surprised. He shrugged and sat down opposite Qian Renxue.

That glass of ale was actually what he said he liked to drink the most.

Qian Renxue would order more of this drink every time she came, and then let him accompany her while drinking and chatting.

"Brother Qin, do you know about the recent continent-wide soul master competition?"

After Qian Renxue took a few sips of wine, she started talking completely. "Know."

Qin Shiyuan nodded slowly. According to the timeline he calculated, the Soul Master Competition should be about to enter the finals now.

The two teams that entered the finals were none other than the Shrek Seven Monsters and the Wuhundian team, which was said to be the strongest in the new generation.

Thinking of this, if nothing else happened, Qin Shiyuan had already guessed what Qian Renxue wanted to say.

"Then you must know that dark horse, the Shrek Seven Devils, right?"

"There is a genius named Tang San among them. Do you think that if Wuhun Palace wanted to recruit him, would he agree?"

As expected, Tang San's extremely outstanding performance in the previous battles had already aroused Qian Renxue's desire to recruit him.

"impossible!"

Qin Shiyuan shook his head and rejected Qian Renxue's idea without hesitation.

"Not to mention that this person is arrogant and arrogant. There is no way he could be inferior to others."

"Just because he is Tang Hao's son and Wuhun Palace is his mother-killing enemy, it is absolutely impossible for him to join Wuhun Palace."

"Clear Sky Hammer... Tang Hao... I see... So, this Tang San must be the enemy of Wuhun Palace."

Qian Renxue suddenly realized it, and her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

At this time, the solicitation in her heart had disappeared, and instead, she sentenced Tang San to death.

Turning her gaze back to Qin Shiyuan, Qian Renxue's eyes became a little strange.

"Brother Qin is indeed well-informed."

"It's nothing. My useless martial soul doesn't need to be cultivated. It's just gossip I heard from my usual idleness."

Hearing that Qin Shiyuan had advanced his martial spirit, Qian Renxue couldn't help but show a touch of regret on her face.

She knew what Qin Shiyuan's martial spirit was - a scabbard without a sword.

And the saddest thing is that this useless martial soul can't even attach a soul ring!
  This means that Qin Shiyuan will never be able to break through level ten in his life.

It's not like Qian Renxue hasn't thought of ways over the years. Unfortunately, this kind of situation has never been heard of in the history of Douluo, so in the end she had to let it go.

"Stop talking about this, let's drink. Today, we won't go home until we get drunk."

"it is good."

The two toasted, but after a while, they all fell unconscious on the wine table.

After a long time, Qian Renxue, who was blushing from drinking, quietly raised her face.

After confirming that Qin Shiyuan had fallen asleep, he raised his hand and revealed his original beautiful face.

It seems that the alcohol has not completely dissipated, his cheeks are red and his eyes are blurry...

Qian Renxue showed a completely opposite style to her usual.

The thrilling temptation seemed to dye the air with an ambiguous pink color.

Qian Renxue just held her chin with one hand, her eyes seemed to be glued to Qin Shiyuan, and she looked at him for a long time.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that a hint of resentment and reluctance gradually appeared in her eyes.

But in the end, he waved his hand and completely dissipated the smell of alcohol from his body.

"Ugh."

Qian Renxue raised her hand and wiped it on her face again, transforming back into Xue Qinghe's appearance.

Sighing as if filled with thousands of thoughts, she walked out of the tavern without looking back.

There was only one murmur left, still lingering in the room along with the smell of wine.

"It would be great if I wasn't her daughter... and didn't have this martial spirit..."

Qian Renxue left, and it wasn't until her figure disappeared that another faint voice sounded in the house.

"Silly girl... don't worry, it's coming soon..."

Qin Shiyuan slowly sat up and looked at the door of the tavern in a daze, his previous drunkenness no longer showing.

How could this little wine... make a soul saint who was about to enter the eighth ring drunk?
  He silently stood up and walked to the door of the tavern, turning the "Open" wooden sign to the back.

"It's nothing... don't disturb me"

(End of this chapter)