The open space chosen by the Azure Dragon Sword Saint was a bit far from the wooden house. After wandering around in circles, it was like walking through a maze. Shen Jiao was exhausted. Then she heard the Sword Saint in front of her mutter softly, "Oops, I've gone the wrong way."
Shen Jiao: "..."
"Huh? Wrong way?" She was shocked. She was already outmatched, and now this was inexplicably draining her stamina. She wouldn't even be able to run for her life! Are you kidding me?!
The Sword Saint of Azure Waves said apologetically, "Jiaojiao, I thought you were so understanding, you probably wouldn't mind, would you?"
Shen Jiao: "..." No, I mind it very much, I mind it a lot, I mind it extremely much.
She wanted to talk to the tyrant, but found that there was no one behind her, only flowers, trees and bees and butterflies flitting about.
He didn't even follow, so? Did the tyrant know beforehand that this was the wrong path, and deliberately not warn her?
Shen Jiao: "..." Heh, men.
Sure enough, when Shen Jiao and the Sword Saint Qinglang returned the way they came, they saw Ji Yan sitting on a tree branch with one leg crossed, swinging back and forth leisurely at a fork in the road. He seemed to think that she was a bit silly for taking the wrong path, and that he was the only one who was extremely smart. He laughed so hard that he bent over backwards, his laughter as hearty as that of a chuunibyou teenager, and he was extremely happy.
For some reason, she suddenly had a strong urge to find an oversized slingshot and launch him into the air.
The best place to go is Africa and mine coal!
The tyrant noticed the hamster's flustered expression, casually picked a few leaves and placed them on her head, arranging them into a five-petaled flower shape. "Jiaojiao, quickly ask me why I didn't remind you?"
Because you're sick, what's the point of asking? Even so, Shen Jiao, who valued her life, still dared not fight against the powerful, so she asked, "Your Majesty, so why didn't you remind me?"
Ji Yan was inexplicably amused and burst into laughter. After laughing enough, she said, "Because I want you to ask me why I didn't remind you."
Shen Jiao: "..." See? What did she say? It's because she's sick.
...
Although the Sword Saint of Qinglang had the face of a young man, he still held the stubbornness and pursuit unique to the elderly. Shen Jiao felt that this place was quite good. The trees were dense and the grass was lush, making it easy to hide. The forks in the road made it easy to escape.
But the Sword Saint of Qinglang insisted, "No, this place won't do; it doesn't suit my temperament."
Shen Jiao almost knelt down: It really suits you. Your temperament is perfect for this kind of beautiful scenery. Adding an embroidered silk scarf on your head would be even better.
The three of them changed directions and continued walking. She thought to herself, "Actually, we don't need to walk this far. It's tiring. And we don't need to deliberately find such a big place. It's too much trouble." Well, she was easily defeated and genuinely felt that it was unnecessary.
After navigating the winding mountain road once again, they finally arrived at a place befitting the aura of the Azure Sword Saint. While resting, Shen Jiao discovered a suffocating problem: this place was located not far behind the small wooden house.
So, she started from the beginning, trekking through mountains and rivers, enduring hardships and exhaustion, only to end up back at the starting point.
Shen Jiao strongly suspects that the reason why the Qinglang Sword Saint recorded so much gossip is not because he wanted to, but because he wanted to travel around the world and see the poetry and distant places. However, since he has no sense of direction, he could not even leave the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion, so he could only make do with what he had on hand and write some gossip.
The Azure Sword Saint also spotted the small wooden house and apologized again, "Oh dear, so there's a path behind the house. It's been a long time since I've been here. Jiaojiao is so gentle and lovely, she shouldn't be angry, right?"
Shen Jiao: "..." No, I'm very angry, extremely angry, incredibly angry.
The venue was excessively spacious, making it feel like it could easily accommodate a hundred-person brawl. It seemed as if a battle of the century between two unparalleled masters was about to unfold here. But in reality, there was only one unparalleled master, and she was just an ordinary, unremarkable newbie waiting to be slaughtered.
Although Shen Jiao had experience in easily defeating Wang Dazhuang and the disciples of the White Python Pavilion, there are always people more skilled than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding. Those two incidents were not enough for her to think that she was an expert. At most, they only showed that those people were even worse, not as good as her, and not even as good as a novice.
Shen Jiao was extremely anxious inside, wishing she could chew two pieces of Wrigley's gum to relieve the pressure, but on the surface she appeared calm and composed.
Seeing this, the Sword Saint of Qinglang was extremely satisfied. The smile in his eyes made him look even more kind. Look at her, what a wonderful young lady she is, both beautiful and courageous. She and His Majesty are a match made in heaven.
Shen Jiao didn't notice the gaze of the Sword Saint Qinglang. She only glanced at Ji Yan out of the corner of her eye. This man was truly cold and ruthless. She was about to end her youthful years, yet he still had the leisure to appreciate flowers.
In this critical moment of life and death, she was actually thinking that her beautiful face was no match for those few clumps of wildflowers by the roadside.
This damn competitive spirit made her determined to ask herself who was prettier, her or the wildflower?
The tyrant could always see through the hamster's true thoughts at a glance, and sensed her desire to make excuses. With a wave of his hand, all the beautiful wildflowers turned into a puddle of flower sap. Perhaps the force was a bit rebellious, because the cabin was affected and collapsed on the spot.
Qinglang Sword Saint: "???" Why are you tearing down the house I just finished repairing?
Ji Yan ignored the Azure Sword Saint and smiled slightly at Chen Jiao.
She immediately stood back without saying a word.
Oh, it's no big deal. Actually, this isn't that important. Outward appearances are meaningless; inner beauty is what matters most.
The Azure Sword Saint stood opposite her, his white hair and plain robes fluttering in the wind. Before making his move, he asked her with a smile, "Are you ready?"
Shen Jiao: "If we're not ready, can we not fight?" That would be perfect.
Qinglang Sword Saint: "Of course not."
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