Um?

A fight to the death?

Shen Jiao was immediately intimidated.

She wondered if she had really provoked the girl, so why did she have to go to such lengths?

Shen Jiao was devastated, but she didn't dare to kill anyone. Therefore, the best way to end all of this was...

Knock him unconscious!

With a "duang" sound.

Hu Rourou paused in her movements, her vision blurred from the blow, but unfortunately, she possessed profound internal strength and was not knocked unconscious.

However, a large lump swelled up on his left temple at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hu Rourou's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "...You dare to slap me in the face?"

Shen Jiao blinked, took out the small bronze mirror she always carried, and corrected, "...Look, it's not the face, it's the forehead."

"You're dead!"

Enraged, Hu Rourou shouted and swung her sword forcefully!

Shen Jiao gathered her strength and struck!

"duang—"

Hu Rourou was knocked so hard she swayed from side to side, as if she had drunk three catties of strong liquor.

As long as you have faith in your heart, you cannot easily give up.

Hu Rourou forced herself to steady herself.

At the same time, a large lump slowly swelled up on her right temple.

Hu Rourou was so angry that she screamed, "The rules of the martial arts world are that you don't hit someone in the face, and you hit me twice?"

Shen Jiao paused for a moment, then said sincerely, "Shall I blow on it for you?"

She didn't want to fight twice, but her opponent was too resilient, which was very frustrating for her.

It was almost lunchtime, and she didn't want to work overtime since there was no overtime pay.

Hu Rourou felt that every word Shen Jiao said was an insult to her, and her chest ached with anger, and her head was spinning.

She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly. "I'm going to kill you!"

In that instant, Shen Jiao reacted swiftly, leaping up and bringing the final blow down—

Hu Rourou stubbornly rolled her eyes, full of resentment, and finally closed them.

Shen Jiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally...

get off work.

...

Shen Jiao felt that this world was very mysterious.

She originally just wanted to be a carefree, unambitious person, but then she inexplicably became the young master of the martial arts world.

Now, he has inexplicably become the leader of the martial arts alliance.

During the handover ceremony of the martial arts alliance leader, the successive leaders, much like school leaders, delivered long and official speeches.

The previous big shots were all around the same age as the Azure Dragon Sword Saint, and they either had white beards or long beards, and they all looked very kind on the surface.

I heard he is a leader of various sects.

As the representative of the new leadership, Shen Jiao was forced to stand on the high platform and be subjected to the scrutiny of the crowd.

This feeling is probably similar to that of a freshman representative giving a speech on stage.

Being watched by hundreds of people, Shen Jiao suddenly felt a sense of pride in being a top student. Her eyes shone brightly, and she straightened her back even more.

The Sword Saint of Qinglang chattered on and on, and finally said, "Then let's invite the new leader of the martial arts alliance, Shen Jiao. Leader Shen, please say a few words."

Shen Jiao was also serving as the leader of the martial arts alliance for the first time. Lacking experience, she was bound to make mistakes if she spoke too much.

She thought for a moment and only said eight words—

Study hard and make progress every day.

...

Thus, the martial arts tournament came to a close.

Out of respect for his deceased old friend, the Sword Saint of Qinglang pleaded with the tyrant to spare Hu Rourou's life.

The requirement was that he could never step out of the dungeon for the rest of his life.

After being beaten up, Shen Qingye and his sister were forced to become Liang Heng's clients.

On the day I left Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion, I was completely penniless.

They arrived in glory, but left heartbroken.

After the martial arts tournament ended, Li Wanglai's mission was partially completed.

He rushed back to the county government office in Rongcheng, reopened the old cases, and restored fairness and justice to the people.

They also released the bandits who had been imprisoned in the dungeon by the former magistrate.

With nowhere else to go, the bandits were looking for a legitimate business.

Seeing that the county government was short of servants, he voluntarily abandoned his evil ways and stayed to serve as a soldier.

Because of the tyranny of the Yan Emperor, in the past two years, there have been very few, if any, capable and virtuous people willing to enter the court to serve as officials.

Even the officers and soldiers in various places and counties have not had any fresh blood injected for a long time.

Li Wang was more than happy to see the bandits willing to turn over a new leaf and start anew, and he no longer cared about their background.

Li Wanglai worked diligently and conscientiously, and before long, Rongcheng was transformed, regaining its long-lost prosperity and liveliness.

Over time, the people's view of the tyrant underwent a significant change.

Everything returned to normal, and Shen Jiao continued to take the peach-flavored antidote every day.

If she takes another month of this medicine, the poison that turns her into a pool of blood will finally be completely cured!

That day, Shen Jiao obtained the antidote from the tyrant and happily took Gu An to play cards with Qing Feng.

I'm about to leave Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion, so I'll take whatever wins I can.

Liang Heng pondered, "Your Majesty, as far as I know, Sister Shen has nothing in her body except partridge poison, right? So this peach-flavored antidote..."

"It's candy," Ji Yan readily admitted.

...

On the day the tyrant decided to leave the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion, the Azure Lang Sword Saint mysteriously gave him a book.

Ji Yan looked at the book title with a strange expression. "Qing Lang, are you trying to die?"

The Sword Saint of Qinglang was very sincere, like a professional matchmaker: "Your Majesty, don't be angry, don't be angry. Please listen to my advice. Read this book carefully, and you will have a smooth life and a harmonious relationship in the future."

Ji Yan scoffed: "I don't want it."

The Azure Sword Saint persisted: "There's no harm in keeping it!"

Ji Yan: "I think you want to die!"

The Azure Sword Saint, undeterred by death, declared: "My death is no matter; Your Majesty, just take the book with you!"

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