"Exactly, I could take on ten of those weak and frail pretty boys with one punch. Seriously, just seeing them makes me angry."
"You can't say that. Although the brother and sister from that morning were from wealthy and powerful families, they were quite polite to us江湖人士 (jianghu people, people of the martial arts world). Moreover, when they saw that we didn't have an inn to stay in, they even offered us their rooms. Brother, take my advice: don't generalize. When you're traveling, don't hold grudges so much."
"Yes, yes, especially that Miss Yu'er. She is well-educated, understanding, and beautiful. If I could marry such a wife in this life, my life would not have been in vain."
"Hahahaha... I think you're a toad trying to eat swan meat."
A young man in blue at the next table put down his teacup, splashing some scalding tea, and mocked without restraint: "Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? Do you even deserve that noble lady? These days, noble families value matching social status. Even if Miss Shen is blind and takes a liking to you, her brother can't agree. Besides, with me here, no one can make a move on Miss Yu'er. After all, my Sword Forging Manor is one of the top sects in the martial arts world."
Upon hearing this, the burly man, who had been furious, immediately fell silent. So he was from the Sword Forging Manor. No wonder he was so arrogant. In the whole world, apart from the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion, the Sword Forging Manor was the most famous. How could wandering heroes like them, who had no home in the world, afford to offend him?
"Mu Yang, watch your words! What did I tell you when you left? Don't you even remember the rules of the sect?" The girl with her hair tied up, sitting opposite the young man in blue, scoffed, then stood up politely to apologize to the various martial arts figures. "Yu Wushuang of the Sword Casting Manor apologizes to everyone here. My junior brother is young and did not mean to offend you. Please forgive him."
Although her words sounded nice, Yu Wushuang's arrogance and protectiveness were undisguised. If she wanted to stop her junior brother, she should have spoken up earlier. Why wait until Mu Yang finished speaking before offering a hypocritical apology?
Although the martial arts heroes present were dissatisfied, they dared not retaliate. Firstly, they were mindful of the status of the Sword Forging Manor, and secondly, this Yu Wushuang was not someone to be trifled with. She was the second disciple personally taught by the master of the Sword Forging Manor. Despite being a young woman, her skills were no less than those of men. She possessed superb swordsmanship, and many masters had come to challenge her, only to be defeated by her sword.
Everyone sighed in surprise, never expecting that this person was the famous Yu Wushuang.
Thus, facing Yu Wushuang, who had powerful connections and influence, no one dared to retaliate on the spot, no matter how angry they were. They could only grit their teeth and swallow their anger, smiling apologetically as they said it was nothing serious, and then let the two leave.
"Senior sister, are you angry? I know I was wrong, please don't be angry with me, okay? Those brutes were talking about Miss Yu'er behind her back, I just couldn't stand it." Despite Mu Yang's fierce demeanor just now, she was incredibly timid when facing her senior sister Yu Wushuang, shrinking her head like a little chick.
Looking at her junior brother who genuinely admitted his mistake, Yu Wushuang's displeasure lessened somewhat, but she still kept a stern face. "I think you're becoming more and more outrageous. It's a good thing to be chivalrous, but if everyone were like you, you would ruin the reputation of my Sword Forging Manor sooner or later! Go back to the inn and copy the sect rules a hundred times. If there's a next time, you're going back to the manor immediately, do you hear me?"
Mu Yang looked bitter. "Senior sister, copying it a hundred times would take forever. Don't we still have to go find Brother Shen and the others later?"
Yu Wushuang: "You don't actually want to go see Brother Shen, you clearly want to see his sister, Mu Yang. Don't blame your senior sister for not reminding you, give up those inappropriate thoughts as soon as possible, otherwise, you will be the one who gets hurt."
“Miss Yu’er is not…” Mu Yang was about to retort, but seeing her senior sister’s face gradually darkening, she had no choice but to obediently reply, “I understand, senior sister. Let’s hurry and find Brother Shen and the others, so as not to make them wait too long.”
Yu Wushuang wanted to say something, but looking at the elated Mu Yang, she could only sigh in the end.
"Let's go."
...
At the same time, Shen Jiao and her two companions arrived at the most luxurious inn in Rongcheng, Feng Yulai.
She hadn't had this much exercise in a long time; her legs were about to break. Her days at Langya Pass had been too decadent; wherever she went, the tyrant would drag her around. What were feet? Were they for walking? She had no idea.
Walking so far suddenly is really exhausting. But look at the little doctor. One second he was exhausted like a puppy, but the next he was still able to strike a pose full of fairy charm and flirt with the girls. He showed all the girls his gentle smile, making the girls blush.
Shen Jiao: "..." Divine Doctor, don't you really have a side job called receptionist?
Liang Heng gently poked her shoulder with the handle of his fan and asked smugly, "Sister Chen, am I handsome?"
Shen Jiao beckoned to him, and Liang Heng leaned in expectantly to hear her say, "Handsome, there's still a watermelon seed imprinted on your smooth forehead."
"..."
Liang Heng was silent for three seconds, then casually brushed away the watermelon seeds, and then casually changed direction, continuing to pose with a bright smile.
Shen Jiao: "..." I was greatly shocked by Liang's mental fortitude.
Suddenly, she felt a chill on the back of her neck. The tyrant's icy fingers gently pinched her collar. Shen Jiao's heart pounded. She wondered if Ji Sansui, who dreamed of being the school bully, would let her cause trouble here. If that happened, she would offend not only the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion, but the entire martial arts world. She would be torn to pieces and chopped into dumpling filling!
"Are your legs sore?" Ji Yan asked.
Shen Jiao pondered the topic again. To be honest, the tyrant had extremely sharp attention and observation skills, but how to answer him was a real problem for her.
If she said it wasn't sour, would she randomly select a lucky audience member to kick a few times, thus causing public outrage? Thinking of this, Shen Jiao decided to honestly admit it, deliberately speaking weakly and listlessly: "Yeah, it's very sour, I feel like I'm about to fall apart."
So please don't be so heartless as to send me to fight, or I'll curse you to lose your hair and become the world's first bald emperor.
Ji Yan snorted, whether mocking her weak constitution or her clumsy performance, it was unclear. In any case, his displeasure was evident in the tips of his hair as he looked around. The tyrant's gaze was sharp and his aura was fierce. As soon as he swept his eyes around, the chattering inn hall immediately fell silent.
Seeing this, Shen Jiao panicked. "No way! I almost lay on the ground pretending to be crippled, and you're still picking lucky audience members for me? Even if you're a dog, can't you at least have some bottom line?"
Clearly, Ji Yan was a dog without any bottom line. The tyrant ignored her breakdown and dragged her to a corner where a man and a woman were sitting. Judging from their backs, the man was elegant and the woman was graceful. They should be a perfect couple.
In any case, kicking out a couple will definitely have a serious impact on their marriage, and it should never be done.
Just as Shen Jiao was pondering whether to feign fainting or lameness, the tyrant simply kicked the pitiful-looking woman out of the window and placed her on an empty bench.
Ji Yan: "Please sit down."
Shen Jiao: "???"
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