Or perhaps, when Sect Leader Songheng escorted the girl to the outside of the women's room, one said, "You go in first, I need to see you go in with my own eyes before I feel at ease," while the other said, "No, you go first, I need to see you leave with my own eyes before I feel at ease."

The Sword Saint of Qinglang considered himself to be knowledgeable and experienced, but this was the first time he had ever seen someone dating while fighting. Could it be that young people nowadays are into this?

If it weren't for the fact that the tyrant was ruthless and merciless, he would have said: "Your Majesty, you'll never be able to find a wife like this."

He decided to give the tyrant a book later.

The Sword Saint of Qinglang was a very kind old man who was very considerate of the younger generation. Seeing that Shen Jiao was afraid, he lent her his personal sword, the Qinglang Sword, and picked up a wooden stick about half the thickness of his arm.

This situation might have felt like being looked down upon or insulted to other hot-blooded players, but Shen Jiao didn't feel that way at all. She even politely asked, "If conditions permit, could you please give me a level 3 helmet and level 3 armor as well? Thank you!"

Shen Jiao continued her rambling, "Do you have the Leg-Stretching and Eye-Staring Pill and the Resurrection Pill? If so, give me two of each."

"Your Majesty, um... could you please bring Young Master Liang over here for a moment? I can't let go without him."

Ji Yan: "..."

The Sword Saint Qinglang's moves were completely different from those of the others who had fought against Shen Jiao. There was no murderous aura lurking in the air, nor any intense competitive spirit. Every move was just right, and she was clearly a righteous person. This relieved a lot of Shen Jiao's anxiety, and she did her best to cope.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the two had exchanged several blows. A hint of undisguised surprise flashed across the eyes of the Azure Sword Saint. Although His Majesty had told him in advance that Shen Jiao had good learning ability, there were also many talented disciples in the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion, such as his only personal disciple, Qing Feng.

But he never expected that Shen Jiao could easily learn the moves he used, and then in a very short time, she could apply them in different ways and find the most comfortable point to release them. As the Qinglang Sword Saint gradually increased his speed, she could still quickly follow up even if she struggled a little.

The Sword Saint of Qinglang was at a loss for words. It wouldn't be right to call him an excellent teacher, nor would it be appropriate to call his disciple stupid.

As Shen Jiao fought, she realized something was amiss. It seemed that the Sword Saint Qinglang was testing her skills with his own body, rather than engaging in a real duel. Every movement of the old man was intentionally or unintentionally guiding her to learn, and it didn't seem like the scattered moves that could be bought for three cents on the street. It was more like some kind of awesome sword technique.

Hey? Freebies are the best, so why not learn them?

Shen Jiao was focused on learning—no, studying hard—when suddenly she felt a strange and unfamiliar power flowing within her body. It started from her dantian, flowed to her limbs, spread throughout her body, and transformed into a faint force that propelled her movements, allowing her to strike with greater ease and power.

She swung her sword, cleaving knee-high flowers and grasses in half.

Holy crap?

She immediately realized that this was most likely the original body's internal energy, and it should be an instinctive reaction of the body. She was very familiar with this power, but after all, she was a country bumpkin and never thought that one day she would have such a mysterious thing as internal energy. She was a little at a loss when using it, her thoughts gradually became a little erratic, and her whole body inexplicably felt hot and stinging.

A surge of heat rushed into her nasal cavity—that familiar feeling! No way? Using internal energy can cause a nosebleed? Shen Jiao felt a pang of panic; she had finally managed to get that fresh blood back!

In her panic, she felt a surge of heat not only in her nasal cavity, but also in her ear canals and throat. With a sharp pain, she felt dizzy.

At the same time, she suddenly felt a hand pressing against her back, transmitting an unfamiliar force. This force was like nimble fingers, straightening her disordered breathing one by one, and the intense heat was replaced by coolness, leaving her feeling refreshed.

As Shen Jiao was marveling at the wonder, she heard the tyrant's cold voice in her ear, "Concentrate, don't get distracted, or you'll go berserk and turn into Song Heng."

Shen Jiao immediately focused her attention and dared not let her mind wander.

Sometimes, Master Songheng is not just a person; he can also be an adjective.

After saving her, Tyrant Qian returned to the audience. The sword technique taught by Qinglang Sword Saint was also nearing its end, but being an old rascal, he wanted to test where Shen Jiao's learning threshold was. He taught her one set and then changed to another.

Shen Jiao had the illusion of taking an exam. After finishing the Chinese test, she did the math test, one after another, with the difficulty gradually increasing and no end in sight. She was starting to feel physically exhausted.

Ji Yan did not stop him; in fact, she was happy to see it happen. After all, it's free money, so why not take advantage of it?

Shen Jiao, this exceptionally intelligent student, completely ignited the interest of the Sword Saint Qinglang in becoming a teacher, and in the end, he even conceived the idea of ​​taking her as his last disciple.

What? A top martial arts master wants to take her as his disciple? Shen Jiao was incredibly excited. It was practically like Bei Qingyang chasing after you for your acceptance letter!

Although she didn't care much for such empty titles, since they had extended an olive branch, she still had to give them face and accept it.

After all, with this connection, it would be perfectly legitimate to retire in Yunwu Mountain, wouldn't it? Maybe we could even get a house or some land?

Unexpectedly, the tyrant scoffed with utter disdain: "You think you're worthy?"

Shen Jiao: "!!!" You old fool, shut up! You have no idea what a newbie's dream is to become a master's disciple.

The Azure Sword Saint was stunned for a moment, his expression froze, and he looked very unhappy. Shen Jiao thought to herself, "Oh no, thanks to the tyrant's contemptuous mouth, my path to becoming a disciple has ended before it even began."

After pondering for a while, the Azure Sword Saint nodded solemnly, "Your Majesty is right."

If it weren't for the vast difference in their internal strength, Shen Jiao's talent would have allowed him to fight to a draw in no time. If Shen Jiao had a foolish father like Hu Rourou, he could easily squeeze into the top three in the martial arts world.

Shen Jiao: "???"

How is that reasonable? The tyrant is mocking you! You're the Sword Saint, so get your act together and say you'd take me as your disciple even if it costs you your young but old life!

The Azure Sword Saint sighed with great regret, "Jiaojiao, although you and I are not destined to be master and disciple..."

Shen Jiao had anticipated this outcome and said it was alright.

"But would you be willing to become a disciple of the same sect as me?" Qinglang Sword Saint continued, catching his breath.

Shen Jiao: "Huh?"

The Azure Sword Saint stroked his beard and said cheerfully, "Although you and I cannot be master and disciple, it doesn't matter. We can still be senior and junior brothers and sisters."

He had a premonition that Shen Jiao would become a great man in the future. As the saying goes, a tall tree catches the wind. Although Yunwu Sword Pavilion was the leader of the martial arts world and was respected by the Jianghu, it was also regarded as a thorn in the side by the Jianghu. His silly disciple used to be thought to be somewhat smart, but now that he was compared to him, he seemed particularly stupid.

When he returns to dust, and Qingfeng inherits the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion, if he can receive the protection of His Majesty and Shen Jiao, the thorny and bumpy road will be a little smoother.

Shen Jiao was stunned. She glanced at the tyrant and noticed that Ji Yan's expression was indifferent but he did not refuse. What did that mean? It meant that the master of the Qinglang Sword Saint was an extremely powerful figure.

The seniority suddenly jumped a notch.

Shen Jiao: "Um... if I may ask, where is your master? Shouldn't this kind of thing require his approval?"