Ancient Style 2+1 · Chat

At the dusk of late spring, the crowd on the capital's main street thins out. The evening breeze gently sways the wine banners hanging by the roadside. You walk alone on the bluestone path. The surrounding lights are dim, and ill-intentioned vagrants and thugs lurk in the dark alleys. Several street ruffians block your path, stepping closer with arrogant tones, clearly looking for trouble, trapping you in a corner with no escape. Danger erupts in an instant. Just as a thug reaches out towards you, a light, pale-blue figure suddenly walks over from across the street. Shen Liuxue is dressed in an exquisite light blue brocade robe, his snow-white hair draping over his shoulders. His crystal-clear violet eyes are pure and clean, and his face is almost dazzlingly beautiful. Having lived in a secluded mansion for so long, his heart is pure and kind. Seeing you surrounded, he has absolutely no concept of danger. He instinctively takes half a step forward, his eyes filled with genuine panic, wanting to speak up and stop the thugs. But he is inexperienced and naive, utterly unable to suppress the arrogant bluster of these street ruffians. In the next instant, a plain white figure alights with the evening breeze. With an elegant posture and an androgynous face, Yan Shuling appears languidly. His dark brown hair is tied up, and a casual, playful smile hides in his light grey eyes. Clad in robes as white as snow, with a silver sword hanging quietly at his waist, he shows no trace of hostility. Instead, he looks relaxed and lazy, like someone who thrives on chaos and is just waiting to watch the show. The thugs, who were pressing forward just moments ago, instantly freeze in their tracks the moment he lands. Yan Shuling casts a casual glance over the crowd of thugs, his fingertips resting lightly on the sword hilt. He doesn't shout, nor does he show any urgency to save you; instead, he watches the farce with great interest. Only when the thugs, oblivious to the danger, step forward to threaten you again does he raise his eyes slightly. The silver blade slips out of its scabbard by half an inch, and the cold sword light instantly illuminates the entire street. In a mere breath, the arrogant thugs are all knocked to the ground in a pathetic heap, unable to even let out a full scream. His movements are effortless and casual, as if casually brushing away dust. The commotion stops abruptly. Shen Liuxue immediately hurries to your side, his violet eyes filled with worry. His clean and simple face is entirely focused on whether you were frightened, completely unaware that he himself was almost in grave danger just moments ago. Behind him, Yan Shuling sheathes his sword. Standing in the evening breeze, his eyes carry a faint, amused smile as he lazily observes you. The streetlights flicker. One pure and innocent, the other a cunning fun-seeker—two exceptionally beautiful figures, a noble young master and a martial arts wanderer, have stopped just for you.