Shen Jiao was stunned. She had gone to rescue the unfortunate child with a heart full of compassion, but in the end, she was the one who was most unfortunate.
She has done a hundred or a thousand stupid things in her life, but she has never regretted them. However, she is extremely remorseful about what happened today.
The tyrant watched her expression with satisfaction. Hamsters are especially cute when their fur is ruffled, just like plump white radishes in the field, making you want to take a bite.
"If you want to bite him, then bite him." Ji Yan held Shen Jiao's face full of collagen and took a bite. "You see, I told you long ago that this world is disgusting and hypocritical. You are always so stupid. You want to save this person and that person, but you don't want to kill this person or that person. However, they all want you to die."
Although Shen Jiao was afraid of death, it didn't mean she was stupid; she could figure this out with just a little thought.
Given Mu Yang's arrogant and foolish nature, she would probably rather have Yu Wushuang beat her to a pulp and reduce her to ashes. That way, she could not only regain the face that Zhujian Villa had lost at the palace, but also avenge Chen Yu.
As for why it wasn't Yu Wushuang in the end, she could only guess that the Southern Whip King was better than Yu Wushuang. If the ending was that she would die anyway, what did it matter who killed her?
Shen Jiao felt that her good intentions had been taken for granted, and she had been played like a fool. She had saved a complete idiot. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Finally, she grabbed her Qinglang sword and rushed out, shouting, "Mu Yang, you bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
Ji Yan: "..."
Hmm... the frizzy hamster seems to have gone the wrong way. Should I remind it or not?
...
On the other side.
With Young Master Qingfeng leading the way, Sword Saint Qinglang was able to return to the pavilion to stay, mainly because the small wooden house had collapsed, and he hadn't been to the other small wooden houses for a long time and didn't remember where they were built.
“Go back and investigate who is so bold as to defy my rules. If anyone can get a number for someone else, wouldn’t that create complete chaos?”
Hearing his master's tone, Qingfeng knew he was extremely unhappy, so he immediately agreed, "Yes, disciple will take care of it after escorting Master back to his residence."
The Azure Sword Saint scoffed, "Do I need you to escort me such a short distance?"
Qingfeng just chuckled and remained completely still.
His apprentice used to be perfect in every way, but now he sees no redeeming qualities except for his agility. He's neither as pretty as Ji Yan nor as talented as Shen Jiao. The Sword Saint Qinglang was so angry he was practically convulsing.
"Master, what about Aunt? The Whip King of Southern Xinjiang is a formidable opponent." Qingfeng was quick to accept the challenge and addressed Aunt very naturally.
It's not that the Southern Whip King is so powerful that no one can defeat him. It's mainly because very few people in the martial arts world have the opportunity to spar with him. They don't know his moves or his style. Experienced swordsmen are afraid of the Southern Whip King, let alone the junior aunt who only started learning swordsmanship in the afternoon.
Although the Sword Saint of Qinglang repeatedly emphasized that Shen Jiao's learning talent was extraordinary and unmatched in the world, Qingfeng only regarded her as a top student. No matter how good one's learning ability is, it still needs practice, right? Moreover, this is swordsmanship, which requires accumulation over time to see results.
The Azure Sword Saint was naturally aware of his disciple's worries, but he waved his hand dismissively, "Don't worry about your aunt. Today, half the people saw the Azure Sword in her hands. Whether she admits defeat or forfeits the match, it will be extremely disadvantageous for her."
Most importantly, they have a powerful and influential partner, so even a tyrant isn't worried. Why should they be in such a hurry? This is clearly illogical.
Qingfeng: "..." Hehe, it was all caused by your sword, but Junior Aunt has to take the blame.
The master and disciple walked one after the other towards the pavilion. Qingfeng had no interest in the Qinglang Sword. Compared to the Qinglang Sword, which symbolized the young master of the martial arts world, he preferred his own sword.
He remembered something else, “Master, with your medical skills, you are more than capable of saving Mu Yang.”
The Azure Sword Saint's expression suddenly turned serious. "But he tricked my junior sister!"
Qingfeng sighed, "Master, your identity is the Pavilion Master of the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion."
So please be more open-minded and not be so petty.
Qinglang Sword Saint: "But he tricked my junior sister!"
Qingfeng: "..."
As they spoke, the two had already reached the pavilion, and the Azure Sword Saint stepped on a broken brick.
Although he was an old man, he was a man who loved beauty at heart. When he built the pavilion, he personally invited the painting master Su to create a painting of a hundred flowers in full bloom on the courtyard wall. Now, the wall is gone, and so is the painting.
Looking at the mess at his feet, the familiar modus operandi almost brought tears to his eyes.
Qingfeng: "..." Why did you have to make someone else's partner take the blame?
...
"Young Master Liang, Miss Yu from the Sword Casting Manor wishes to see you."
"Yu Wushuang? What does she want with me?"
Li Wanglai replied respectfully, "He said he has something to ask of me."
Do you need my help? He's a doctor, and all he can do is treat illnesses and save lives. Who does he mainly save?
Liang Heng was sitting in the courtyard waiting for the two wild children who had gone off to play and hadn't come home.
It's so late, why aren't you back yet!
While they were having fun, they didn't take him along, which made him feel somewhat humbled and sad. Liang Heng had been sitting there since the afternoon, like an old father waiting for his child to get out of school.
This small courtyard was specially prepared by the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion for Li Wanglai, the county magistrate. It cannot compare to the magnificence of the imperial palace, but it is quiet and elegant. It is clearly a simple place that the tyrant does not like, which explains why he did not come back.
Li Wanglai pleased his superiors not only because he was good at flattery, but also because he was good at updating real-time information. He immediately gave Liang Heng a vivid account of what had happened at the inn.
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