A glimmer of hope flashed in the girl's eyes; she even naively believed that the man in front of her would go with her to turn herself in.
Li Qianyun hugged her from behind, resting his head on Liu Bishui's shoulder. "Junior sister, if I could, I truly wish to spend my days with you, wandering through the fields from dawn till dusk, growing old together in the mountains and forests, until our twilight years, sitting idly in the courtyard, listening to the sound of raindrops on cloudy days, and gazing at the bright moon under the sparse stars at night. But... my life is too long. I don't want to reach the end before I've had a chance to experience this magnificent life. But my heart is small, so small that I only wish to leave you a peaceful place. Junior sister... have a good sleep, and when you wake up, I will give you a future..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Li Qianyun reached out and pressed her hand on the girl's neck, and Liu Bishui immediately fainted.
The boy carried her back to her room and settled her in properly.
His gaze hardened, and he no longer hesitated. Then he left again to find the man.
The two talked all night until dawn.
...
Today is the last day of the martial arts competition. There are three matches. The first two matches will determine the top two finishers, and the final match will decide the winner.
Because Bai Yao was imprisoned for investigation, she could not participate in the final competition. Li Qianyun, who was originally supposed to face Bai Yao, went directly into the final competition, while Ai Yue from Shoujing Hall faced Lu Yuan in this competition.
Everyone was initially looking forward to the match, but the two failed to actually fight on the stage.
Ai Yue said in a gentle, coquettish tone, "Senior Brother Lu Yuan~ I'm no match for you, would you like to let your junior sister have a turn?"
Lu Yuan smiled and said, "Junior sister is so modest. Senior brother's meager skills are what make me dare not fight you."
"Senior brother, I know you're holding back your skills. It's almost the final decisive moment, and you're still not showing any signs of your abilities. It seems that in your heart, we are not worth you using your true methods."
Hearing this, Lu Yuan slapped his forehead and glanced at the stage. "Sigh, my master just loves to torment his apprentices. How can we compete like this? On one hand, he tells me to make him proud, and on the other hand, he betrays my information to the opponents. Sigh..."
"How about you pretend to give up in a fit of anger, senior brother?"
"It seems you really don't want to fight me, Junior Sister. If I remember correctly, you haven't used your magic weapon yet," Lu Yuan said.
At this point, Ai Yue's expression turned serious, and she stopped acting coquettishly, continuing, "Senior Brother has never really gotten serious."
The two fell silent, and the entire place became unusually quiet.
At this moment, Xiao Yuhan in the stands frowned deeply, "What's going on with these two? Why haven't they made a move yet?"
The masters of the two disciples on the stage, Senior Sister Shen Huairu and Senior Brother Sect Leader, remained silent for a moment before saying almost in unison, "Forget it, let them be..."
Suddenly, the two on stage seemed to have thought of something, and they both sighed at the same time. Then they turned around to leave the stage together. They noticed each other's actions and turned their heads again.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
I'm abstaining!
"I give up!"
In that instant, they both understood each other's meaning. Ai Yue immediately stopped and turned around, saying, "Senior brother, please go first!"
Lu Yuan smiled slightly, "Why don't you go first, Junior Sister?"
"Hmph! You were clearly prepared not to fight! Why not grant my junior sister's wish?"
"You don't care about the outcome of this martial arts competition, but I'm still afraid that Master will scold me."
Ai Yue looked worried. "Am I not afraid of my master scolding me too?"
Lu Yuan seemed to be deep in thought, then suddenly pulled out a dice cup from his storage magic item. "The usual rules? Compare high and low!"
At this moment, an elder referee could no longer stand it, "Outrageous! Gambling equipment has been brought out on the Heavenly Sword Martial Arts Tournament stage! Lu Yuan, if you're not going to make a move, then quickly admit defeat and step down!"
Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan felt a little guilty, then stood up and said, "Alright, alright, junior sister, you can have fun all you want. I'll take my leave! I admit defeat!"
Ai Yue bowed to Lu Yuan. At this moment, the referee elder said, "Ai Yue, you don't need to leave the stage. Li Qianyun from the Discipline Hall, go directly to the stage for the final."
At this moment, Li Qianyun leaped onto the stage, his immortal sword drawn from its sheath. "Senior Sister Aiyue, I am not Senior Brother Lu Yuan. I want to win!"
Seeing Li Qianyun's hostile look, Ai Yue smiled slightly and said, "Junior brother, how about we play rock-paper-scissors? The loser just has to admit defeat?"
Li Qianyun shook her head, losing all interest in idle chatter. "Senior sister! Be careful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qianyun drew his sword and charged towards Ai Yue. He had learned the sect's basic internal skill, the Heavenly Sword Technique, and his swordsmanship was also ancient, so his sword strikes were powerful and simple, almost impeccable. In addition, he was also talented, and could be considered one of the most outstanding people in his generation who had mastered the sect's skills.
However, Ai Yue did not feel much pressure. Facing Li Qianyun's sharp sword intent, she dealt with it very easily, even with ease. No matter how fast Li Qianyun increased the speed of his sword strikes, he could not hurt her in the slightest.
"Senior Sister Ai Yue, aren't you going to draw your sword?"
Li Qianyun was already somewhat angry. The feeling of being looked down upon made him very unhappy. Over the years, he had been working step by step to stand in front of everyone in the Heavenly Sword Sect, wanting to tell everyone that he, Li Qianyun, deserved their respect. He was no longer the little beggar in Lingsu City, nor was he someone who needed others' pity.
But Ai Yue infuriated him, because her eyes no longer held contempt and disdain, but rather showed that she didn't even see him.
李纤云忍无可忍，月落霜寒剑法出手，那阴狠诡谲的剑招路数似是有了奇效，这次艾月才稍微认真对待了一点。
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