The distance from the palace to the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion is not far. If nothing unexpected happens, it will only take one or two hours in total. The Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion truly lives up to its reputation as a top sect in the martial arts world. It has spent a lot of money to build three roads for the martial arts tournament: a pedestrian path on the left, a horse path on the right, and a carriage path in the middle.
Even so, the traffic was still as congested as during rush hour in a first-tier city. Shen Jiao lifted the car curtain to look out and was surprised to see that there were quite a few people suffering from motion sickness, horse sickness, and even UV sensitivity.
One young man in blue robes was particularly pitiful; he was squatting by the roadside, vomiting so violently that he was incoherent and looked like he was about to die on the spot.
Although the young doctor only shows favoritism to pretty girls, he is also willing to lend a helping hand to handsome young men.
Shen Jiao saw him get off the carriage with the patina-covered folding fan, then, with an extremely pretentious air, flash a well-practiced, benevolent smile, and slowly extend his right hand, "Young Master..."
Before the word "hero" could even be uttered, the young man in blue robes jumped up a tree as if he had seen a ghost, shouting in panic, "Don't you dare come near me! Help, Mom!"
Liang Heng: "..."
Brother, could you please stop acting like you've been raped? I swear on my 20+ years of being single, I just wanted to save you, I had no ulterior motives.
If you don't believe me, you can pay the 998 yuan consultation fee upfront.
The chivalrous heroes who passed by immediately surrounded them, asking, "What happened?" "Do you need help?" "How can you climb a tree so fast? Are you born in the Year of the Monkey?" "If you can't get down, you can help me cut down the tree for just five coins," and so on.
Shen Jiao: She only needs three coins, and she can also help cut down trees.
Seeing her expression, Xi Su said cautiously, "Girl, don't even think about it. If you want to pay off your gambling debts by cutting down trees, you'll have to cut this mountain down to its bare state."
Shen Jiao: "..."
Everyone chimed in with their opinions, and the young man in blue, who was being overly concerned, was immediately startled and became even more flustered. He didn't express any gratitude, but instead quickly scrambled to the top of the tree. Shen Jiao was seriously considering whether he was indeed born in the Year of the Monkey.
Then, the tyrant lifted his eyelids and glanced at it, "Born in the Year of the Pig."
Shen Jiao: "Hmm? How did Your Majesty know?"
Ji Yan: "They look alike."
Shen Jiao: "..." I understand, I understand. There can only be one handsome guy in this world.
Unable to see the young man in blue, the crowd exchanged bewildered glances, trying to peer closer. Suddenly, a voice filled with utter despair rang out, "Please, don't come any closer! I'm so dizzy! Where are you, Father and Mother? It's so dangerous outside! I'm so scared! I want to go home!"
The well-meaning people were completely dumbfounded: "..."
What? There are still weirdos who faint these days? How amazing! I want to see it again.
The young man in blue immediately exploded, "Damn it, what are you looking at? Get away from me!"
Are these people crazy? He's not a monkey, what's so interesting about him?
Liang Heng was also very curious. As a basic quality of a divine doctor, one must have an absolute passion for rare and difficult diseases. He couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, young hero, I think you probably can't see me now. I just want to ask, what does it feel like to faint?"
The young man in blue looked up at the sky and said, "I feel like throwing up whenever I see your father."
Liang Heng: "..."
Shen Jiao: "..." Although it was a terrible thing, she still really wanted to interview the midwife who delivered this guy. Was he vomiting while being born? Or, when he was drinking milk, did he drink and then vomit, and then drink again?
Indeed, you should travel more while you're young, otherwise you'll never know how many outrageous things there are in this world.
As soon as the young man in blue said this, the crowd immediately dispersed. In the crowded and noisy surroundings, only the tree remained as a haven of peace. As the carriage drove by, Shen Jiao casually hung a plain ribbon on the tree.
If it's just simple dizziness, covering your eyes should help alleviate it.
She had just hung it up when the tyrant, who had been taking a nap, suddenly opened his eyes, silently retrieved the ribbon, and, thinking he had done so without anyone noticing, stuffed it under the cushion.
Liang Heng was about to say something when he was glared at by those cold eyes.
He immediately shut up: "..."
Oh dear, I suddenly went blind for a moment, I couldn't see anything, I couldn't see anything at all.
...
The area around Yunwu Sword Pavilion was packed with people, a noisy and bustling scene.
Most of those who arrived by carriage were wealthy young men from official families who came to watch the spectacle. They were generally not very good fighters, but they were very rich. In a sense, they had contributed a great deal to the road construction. Therefore, Yunwu Sword Pavilion was naturally willing to treat such rich people as honored guests.
Since ancient times, the rich have always been the boss.
The rest were dashing swordsmen riding horses or carefree heroes simply walking, in twos and threes, chatting and laughing all the way, enjoying themselves immensely.
"I heard that Elder Qiande of the White Python Pavilion recently passed away. What a pity! Elder Qiande was skilled in a set of extraordinary formations. I was hoping to take this opportunity to learn from him, but I never expected this to happen. Life is unpredictable."
"What's there to regret? Although that elder claimed to be humble, he did plenty of murder and arson. If you ask me, it's better that he's dead. I just wonder which righteous person will carry out the justice on behalf of Heaven. Thank you, thank you."
"That being said, the White Python Pavilion has lost a capable general this time. The rest are all young and inexperienced, so they are not worth worrying about. I'm afraid they won't get any good rankings this year."
"So what if I don't get a good ranking? I think differently from you. I just want to spar with Yu Wushuang from the Sword Forging Manor. I came here for Yu Wushuang."
"Seeking guidance from Yu Wushuang? You've got ambition, brother. Only those in the top twenty have a chance. Brother, I'm only in the fifties. May I ask what your ranking was in the preliminary round?"
There are countless swordsmen and knights in the martial arts world, but not everyone has the opportunity to compete for the title of the martial arts leader. As early as half a year ago, selection competitions were held in various places, and only the top 100 masters in the local area were qualified to participate in the martial arts tournament.
Despite the rigorous screening process, the crowds were still overwhelming. Just one deep breath of this air, brimming with male hormones, was enough to make one feel intoxicated for three days and three nights, wishing they could die before they could find peace.
The swordsman, who was being questioned, covered his face and smiled shyly, "I'm ashamed to say that I'm exactly number one hundred."
"..."
One hundred people want to spar with Yu Wushuang? He can send you to the Western Paradise to worship Buddha with just one finger, okay?
Brother, are you still half asleep? I suggest you go to bed early while it's still light out. In your daydreams, you can eat, drink, gamble, and do whatever you want, including challenging Yu Wushuang.
Speak of the devil, and he appears. Just as everyone was talking about Yu Wushuang, they saw the figures of disciples from the Sword Forging Manor walking in the distance. They all made way for them. Like the White Python Pavilion, the Sword Forging Manor also had uniforms. They all wore light blue clothes and silver wrist guards with mountains, birds and two ancient swords that were crossed on them.
Ancient swords are also blue, and the darker the color, the higher the status. Among all the disciples, only Yu Wushuang's sword is dark blue.
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