Thinking about it this way, Shen Jiao felt even more guilty. She comforted him, "Sigh, let bygones be bygones. What kind of feelings you have, you will have what kind of debts you will incur. What kind of love you give in exchange for what kind of debts you will incur. Sword Saint, life is only a few decades long. Don't dwell too much on the past. Take my advice and stop looking at it."
The Azure Sword Saint smiled with narrowed eyes, "Senior brother doesn't want to see either, but I think I've twisted my waist."
Shen Jiao: "...No, why are you laughing when I've twisted you like that?"
The Azure Sword Saint continued to smile, as if bathed in a spring breeze, "Facing everything with a smile is the demeanor of a senior brother."
Shen Jiao looked puzzled. "What about the mosquitoes? Don't they itch?" There were so many mosquitoes that they could probably cook a whole dish!
The Sword Saint of Azure Waves still smiled, as if a spring breeze was blowing across his face. "Ignoring him is my senior brother's attitude."
Shen Jiao: "..." I didn't mean anything by it, I was just curious and wanted to ask if you have an illegitimate son named Liang Heng? Oh no, maybe it would be more appropriate to call him an illegitimate grandson?
Ji Yan: "..."
After a short while, with the tyrant's simple and brutal help, the Azure Sword Saint was finally able to move freely. He scratched his face full of red bumps and declared that he would make Shen Jiao a proper disciple.
Shen Jiao learned from the tyrant that the master of the Qinglang Sword Saint had passed away decades ago. So she wondered if she should properly become a disciple, she should choose an auspicious day, burn incense, bathe, dress properly, and kneel before the spirit tablet in the ancestral hall with tea in hand to kowtow.
They mostly look very sacred.
She had only ever seen this kind of thing on TV, and she began to secretly look forward to it.
Unexpectedly, the Azure Sword Saint circled around twice, as if searching for something, then scratched his head and clicked his tongue. "Oh dear, I really can't remember where he was buried. Was it east or south? Hmm... I think it was north. Never mind, Junior Sister, sincerity is all that matters when it comes to becoming a disciple. Just head towards..."
He casually pointed to a spot and said, "Beat it in this direction."
Shen Jiao: "..."
The Great Yan Kingdom has a rule that the elderly cannot deceive minors. Please tell me honestly, were you really not expelled from your sect back then?
Just as she was about to kowtow, the tyrant became displeased. He casually grabbed her collar with two fingers, as easily as picking up a chick, and said with a frown, "You're already dead anyway, what's the point of kowtowing?"
"Absolutely not!" Shen Jiao insisted. "You are the emperor, protected by dragon energy, and demons and monsters dare not approach you. You can be rebellious, but I am just an ordinary commoner with mediocre merits. I'm afraid of ghosts entering my dreams."
I have to kowtow.
So, at Shen Jiao's insistence, she actually kowtowed three times without making a sound. Why didn't it make a sound? Because the tyrant was holding her by the back of her collar and wouldn't let go. She almost broke her neck by trying to kowtow to the ground.
With each tap, she subtly and modestly expressed her small wish.
"I hope that if my master is watching over me from heaven, he will bless me with good fortune and wealth, and that I will become rich, lose weight, and attract many romantic partners. May I win every game of Landlord and always get a winning hand in Mahjong. I do not ask to reach the pinnacle of life, but only to live to see my children and grandchildren take care of me in my old age. This is my small wish. I ask that my master grant it."
Despite her deliberate attempt to lower her voice, Ji Yan still clearly heard the rambling, delusional musings of the hamster. Unlike those old fogies in the court who had ambitions that seemed to reach the heavens, Shen Jiao's wish, though simple, appeared quite outrageous.
He prided himself on knowing countless people, yet he couldn't quite understand Shen Jiao. Anyone who got close to him felt that their future was bleak and their future was dark, and they were constantly worried about when and how they would die.
He thought the frizzy hamster must have a wish to escape from him and find a new life, but she didn't.
Ji Yan didn't believe it. His expression became strange and eerie, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips. No one wanted to leave him, and no one wanted to get close to him. So, Shen Jiao must have forgotten.
He stroked the frizzy hamster like he was touching a dead person's head; with just a little force, its brains would burst open and blood would splatter everywhere.
Ji Yan's voice was low and mellow, like a slightly intoxicating wine, as she seduced him, "Jiao Jiao, won't you grant me a wish to leave me?"
"This is completely outside the plan," Shen Jiao shook her head. "Generally speaking, you can only make three wishes. One shouldn't be too greedy."
The Qinglang Sword Saint, who was standing to the side and professionally eavesdropping, said: "Aren't you greedy?"
Ji Yan's face darkened several shades further. "I said I could grant four."
Shen Jiao replied firmly, "I don't want to either."
Too many wishes make them difficult to fulfill.
Ji Yan narrowed her eyes, her voice cold and aloof: "Why?"
Shen Jiao didn't know what the tyrant meant by asking this question at first, but now she understands. When a normal person encounters a lunatic like the tyrant, they would want to use Flash and unleash their ultimate move. Who would want to be with a volatile and murderous maniac?
But even though Ji Yan is mentally unstable, she provides room and board without charging rent! Where can you find such a good landlord? Besides, if she really wanted to run away, she'd probably be beheaded in the next second.
At this moment, Shen Jiao felt that what was touching the top of her head was not a hand, but a time bomb that could explode at any moment.
There's a really bad habit of people: the more they fear something, the more they want to see it. She couldn't help but turn her head and saw the tyrant's eyes, deep as an ancient well, staring at her without a trace of warmth, probably contemplating whether or not to send her to have her head blown open based on her answer.
Shen Jiao, feigning composure, gently cupped the tyrant's palm, her voice soft and gentle as if spring were in full bloom.
"Because Jiaojiao likes His Majesty."
...
The air in Yunwu Mountain is exceptionally fresh, and given the mountain's height, it feels like you could reach out and pluck the stars at nightfall.
Shen Jiao was draped in the darkness of night, with the stars above her head. Behind her lay the remains of a collapsed wooden house. The house had collapsed completely, but even the stools had been preserved. She was squatting by the roadside, propping her face up with her hand. To her right were a pile of radishes and the Qinglang Sword.
On the other side of the radish was the Azure Sword Saint, who was also propping up his face. The old man and the young man looked at each other and then sighed in unison.
"Why."
"Why."
Shen Jiao asked, "Senior Brother, why are you sighing?"
Qinglang Sword Saint: "I'm mourning my house. Where's Junior Sister? Why are you sighing?"
Shen Jiao: "Sigh, I'm mourning my shattered integrity."
Yes, the fearless tyrant was scared away by her flirtatious remarks once again, only two or three months after the last time.
What merit or ability does she possess?
Originally, Shen Jiao wanted to give Ji Yan a "good person" card, but she also wanted to compliment him on his good looks. In any case, flattery was the right thing to do. But she had a brain fart and didn't expect to blurt out such a thing.
Her mouth is already ruined.
Sigh, Shen Jiao sighed again, feeling very anxious. She thought to herself that she, as a girl, was not shy at all, but the tyrant was stunned for a few seconds, looking incredulous as if he had seen a ghost. He overturned the tree that his first love, the Sword Saint Qinglang, had planted for him and flew away to who knows where. He did not return for several hours.
She sat there for several hours.
Firstly, she was worried that the tyrant would not be able to find her when he returned. Secondly, she was unfamiliar with the area and dared not wander around. If she were in the palace, it would be fine; she could not only move around freely, but also eat, drink, take a nice bath, and have a good sleep.
Suddenly, someone came running from afar carrying a lantern, staggering and shouting, "Master, something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened! There are assassins!"
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