"You said Shenyu wants to see me?"

Li Wanglai: "Yes, young lady."

Why did Shen Yu want to see her?

Shen Jiao racked her brains but couldn't figure out why Shen Yu wanted to see her.

Did they get caught beating up the other guy's second brother?

That can't be right.

Few people pass by the corner where she kicked Shen Qingye, so it's impossible for her to be found so quickly.

Shen Jiao pondered deeply.

Based on the cultural knowledge she has accumulated over two lifetimes.

A pampered young lady like Shen Yu, from a wealthy family, would never stoop to talking to a dancer!

Something unusual must be a trap; clearly, it's not a good thing.

She's not going.

Anyone who goes there is a fool.

Shen Yu was very proud and confidently believed that Shen Jiao would definitely come to see her.

As a result, not only did she not see the person, but she also got bitten all over her head by the long-legged mosquitoes of Yunwu Mountain.

How dare Shen Jiao!

Does she never want to return to the Marquis of Anbo's mansion in this lifetime?

While swatting mosquitoes, Shen Yu cursed Shen Jiao in her heart, so angry that she gritted her teeth and almost tore her handkerchief to shreds.

...

Since ancient times, one of the final events of the martial arts tournament has been to challenge the current young master of the martial arts world.

Looking at the burly male contestants below, who were eager to make a move and were not to be trifled with, Shen Jiao asked, "So, one person has to withstand so many people challenging him?"

"Yes."

Knowing that Shen Jiao was unaware of the martial arts tournament, Liang Heng explained, "However, even though that's what they say, there aren't actually that many people. As the young master of the martial arts world, he does possess some real strength, and those who were eliminated earlier wouldn't dare to challenge him even if they wanted to."

After all, if you can't beat them, why would you keep pushing forward? That's just stupid.

Shen Jiao nodded, looking on with a sigh, "That's true, but I still think this young master of the martial arts world is a bit unlucky."

Fortunately, it had nothing to do with her.

After she finished speaking, Shen Jiao noticed that everyone was looking at her with complicated expressions, as if they didn't know how to respond.

Even Ji Yan looked at him strangely.

Anyway, it's all rather complicated.

This is not normal.

This was very unusual, and Shen Jiao had a bad feeling.

Li Wanglai couldn't bear Shen Jiao's confused and bewildered gaze.

He cleared his throat and said, "I wonder if you have ever heard of the saying in the martial arts world that one's position is passed down through a sword?"

Shen Jiao shook her head: "I don't know."

Gu An then asked, "Do you know that the Azure Sword Saint is the current leader of the martial arts alliance?"

Shen Jiao nodded and waved her hand: "I know that."

etc!

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, and an incredulous tuft of hair stood up on the top of her head.

Passing down the sword to future generations?

The Azure Sword and the Martial Arts Alliance Leader?

Then she...

Shen Jiao immediately exclaimed in a national treasure: "Holy crap, so that unlucky guy was me?"

In that instant, her desire to stuff the Azure Sword Saint with a sack was like a surging river, impossible to suppress.

"My disciple, can you sense a murderous aura?" The Azure Sword Saint looked around and tightened his clothes.

Qingfeng remained indifferent as always: "No."

The Azure Sword Saint was somewhat uneasy and pulled Qingfeng in front of him, saying, "You shield me. My left eyelid keeps twitching, and I have a feeling that someone wants to kill me."

Qingfeng was silent for a while before saying, "...Master, aren't you worried about your disciple getting stabbed?"

"You're young, it's no big deal if you get stabbed a couple of times, you'll recover quickly."

The Azure Sword Saint, with a straight face, shrank behind his unfortunate disciple: "But I am different. I am just an old man with half of his body buried in the ground. If I take two blows, I will be buried in the ground."

Qingfeng: "..."

...

"Your Majesty, why didn't you tell me sooner? How could you bear to watch me be deceived?" Shen Jiao cried and pleaded with Ji Yan, ignoring all the other questions.

"The world is so scary, society is so treacherous, and people's hearts are so complicated. Your Majesty, let's leave Yunwu Sword Pavilion and go back to Langya Pass to play cards."

She had long known that one should not covet a friend's wife.

It's embarrassing to admit, but it's all her fault for not being able to resist the temptation!

Bigamy always ends badly.

It was all a conspiracy.

Shen Jiao was filled with righteous indignation: "I want to leave the sect, I want to withdraw from the competition, and I want to sever all ties with that wicked old man Qing Lang."

Ji Yan listened quietly, her long eyes slightly lowered, and slowly raised her hand to lift the hamster by the collar.

I discovered that she was all bark and no bite; not a single tear fell from her stubborn and delicate face.

Since you didn't cry, then everything's alright.

He let go, letting her sob in his arms, disheveling his neatly arranged clothes.

Shen Jiao was unaware of the tyrant's intentions, but remained unaffected, continuing to wail expressionlessly.

He gave the Azure Sword Saint a thorough and scathing dressing-down.

Shen Jiao was really howling, and when she got tired, her throat became a little dry and hoarse.

Ji Yan then poured her a glass of water.

The mighty tyrant who could control everything actually poured her water.

Wouldn't it be disrespectful to the tyrant if we didn't keep howling?

Shen Jiao immediately gulped down a whole pot of wine, "Your Majesty... my life is so bitter..."

Hey, I'm addicted to howling.

Li Wanglai: "..."

Gu An: "..."

Liang Heng: "..."

...

Shen Jiao originally thought that her haters were like U-Love Milk Tea, enough to circle the earth twice.

There must be countless people who want to hit her.

Unexpectedly, when it came time to go on stage, everyone hesitated, looking at each other, fiddling with their fingers or staring at their shoes, and no one dared to challenge her.

What are you doing?

Shen Jiao stood on the competition platform, utterly bewildered.

She's not some tyrant or a demon, so why do they all look like they're being called on by their physics, chemistry, or biology teachers to answer questions?

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