Chapter 109 Playing Mahjong
Jiang Xianwan picked at her ear. "What did you say?"
This little thing thought for a long time, should I ask her to kiss the beautiful flower?
Is this punishment?
Isn't this supposed to be a reward?
Jiang Xianwan glanced at the Phoenix Sword Master lying on the bamboo couch beside her, his eyelashes tightly closed, seemingly drunk and delirious, and gradually revealed a strange expression.
Although she dared to do so... she didn't have a penchant for teacher-student relationships!
Shi Yunxiao seized upon her slight resistance. His obsession ran too deep, and he suddenly pushed aside Su Qingliu and the other two, shouting, "You dare not? Heh! Jiang Xianwan! You loser! I will despise you deeply! Forever..."
"Smack—!"
Jiang Xianwan grabbed Hua Buxiu's collar and kissed him on the cheek.
No one saw the momentary hesitation she felt when she bent down, and the chilling feeling that followed.
Her thin, dark eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and her watery eyes, like looking at flowers through mist, reflected her bewildered and guilty face.
With a loud thud, Jiang Xianwan almost fainted. It felt as if a series of chaotic drumbeats exploded in her ears, leaving her feeling numb from head to toe.
Hua Buxiu's cheeks were flushed, and his lips were rosy. He just looked at her quietly, his clear eyes filled with misty rain, showing no sign of being drunk at all.
She even seemed to detect a hint of disdainful mockery in those eyes that held some emotion.
Jiang Xianwan raised an eyebrow.
Is the pretty girl mocking her for not daring to?
very good.
Jiang Xianwan's rebellious nature resurfaced. He grabbed his beautiful master's collar with one hand and pinched his cheeks with the other, then fiercely kissed him in those suddenly frozen and stunned eyes!
She dares!
She's not a loser!
Let alone one bite, she would dare to take two bites!!!
Jiang Xianwan left a loud kiss on that stunningly beautiful face, quickly releasing Hua Buxiu, refusing to admit... that she was still a little cowardly.
Zhu Yinman and Chu Weining were startled, raising their hands to close their jaws which were about to fall to the ground, and simultaneously asked excitedly, "Is the Sword Master so sweet?!"
Jiang Xianwan tried her best to ignore the gazes behind her, and dared not look at the reactions of her three senior brothers. Cold sweat poured down her back, but she remained arrogant on the surface, "like a peeled egg!"
Facing a group of completely insane audience members, her calm expression suddenly changed, and she slammed her fist on the table, smashing it into pieces.
"Nobody's leaving here alive tonight!"
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The next day.
The first light of dawn broke, and a thin mist drifted by.
A huge cloud boat hangs in front of the mountain gate.
The people from Fengyi Terrace arrived last, and after being yelled at by the sect leader for a long time, they finally opened their eyes from among a group of drunkards lying haphazardly.
Hua Buxiu, dressed in green and with black hair, glanced at the sky and the ground, but not at his wicked disciple, and gracefully walked out of Fengyi Terrace first.
Jiang Xianwan, sweating profusely, followed along with his three senior brothers.
Outside the sect, two groups of cultivators, one in blue and one in yellow, stood tall and straight, like young poplars, but each of them had a weathered look on their faces.
Lin Yujin nudged Jiang Xianwan with her elbow and winked at her.
Bai Ziye: "Is your eye twitching?"
Lin Yujin: "..."
Jiang Xianwan looked in the direction he was looking and realized why her junior brother was so excited.
The Daoming Sect's top disciple, the one carrying the token, was the one who was stripped down to only his underwear in the grove.
After a strange exchange of glances, the cultivators from the three sects finally boarded the cloud boat bound for the Void Ancient Realm. Jiang Xianwan and his group were seated opposite the four disciples of the Daoming Sect.
She stared at Xiu Yan's face, her expression somewhat strange.
With clear visibility during the day, the young man opposite was dressed in a neat and proper disciple's robe. He was not only handsome but also had a good physique.
No wonder he was groped by those six strong and burly robbers.
Seeing that the Taixu Sect's direct disciple was staring intently at Xiu Yan, the four direct disciples of the Tianqing Sect subconsciously followed suit.
The main selling point is conformity.
Xiu Yan felt uneasy, as if he were being stared at and felt extremely uncomfortable.
The disciple next to him whispered, "Senior Brother, why are they staring at you without saying a word? Also, why do Senior Sister He and the others look at you so strangely?"
Xiu Yan secretly kicked him to ease the awkward atmosphere, and took the initiative to greet him, "Um, my name is Xiu Yan. May I ask the names of you fellow cultivators?"
Su Qingliu signed up without changing his expression.
Xiu Yan felt that his voice was somewhat familiar, but as Bai Ziye, Lin Yujin, and Jiang Xianwan spoke one by one, his constipated expression became even more indescribable.
"Um, haven't we met somewhere before?"
The four people: "..."
Outside the black market, in a grove of trees, you were stripped naked by robbers, and two ambiguous red marks were scratched on your chest.
Of course, to prevent the fact that their fellow Daoist Youzong had been groped by the robbers from being exposed to the three sects, causing them to feel ashamed and indignant to the point of jumping off the cloud boat, the four kindly chose to deny it.
Su Qingliu: "No."
Bai Ziye: "Never."
Lin Yujin: No.
Jiang Xianwan: "I have never left the mountain gate in my entire life."
Elder Tie of Xu Yanzhou: "...?"
Don't you four have any idea how much bamboo shoot stir-fry you ate and how many clan rules you wrote because you skipped class?
However, the more Jiang Xianwan and the others insisted that they had never seen it, the more Xiu Yan felt something was amiss.
He stared intently at Jiang Xianwan, who was sitting directly opposite him, and said with unwavering determination, "No, I have a feeling we've met before."
Seeing that everyone's gazes were now fixed on Jiang Xianwan's face, Su Qingliu lowered his eyes slightly.
Just as he was about to pass Lin Yujin and switch places with Jiang Xianwan, the gentle and graceful senior sister of Tianqing Sect affectionately pulled Jiang Xianwan to her side, leaned close to her ear, and spoke in a soft, gentle voice.
"My surname is He, you can just call me Senior Sister He. Don't worry about what other people think, I think you're very beautiful, really."
"Appearance is just an embellishment; the soul is the key."
Jiang Xianwan nodded, "Senior Sister He, I think you're absolutely right."
Senior Sister He: "..."
The cloud boat passed through the clouds and sailed smoothly forward, and the Taixu Sect soon disappeared from everyone's sight.
The group stared at each other blankly, exchanging only a few words, trying to quickly familiarize themselves with the place and pass the four or five days of travel.
Jiang Xianwan was incredibly bored when a thought suddenly struck her: "Want to play mahjong?"
Everyone: "...?"
"Shoot!" Lin Yujin quickly raised her hand.
I'll earn some extra money on the side.
They had barely sat down, their bottoms not even warmed up, when the three high-ranking officials, who were about to discuss matters, arrived.
Hearing the sudden commotion and even agitation outside, he thought the three disciples of the clan were arguing, so he quickly got up and went out to check.
Upon seeing this, Xu Yanzhou's eyelids twitched, and he almost fainted.
You little brat!
Oh no! It's not enough that they're harming their own people, they've really set their sights on the entire Southern Territory!
Is she plotting something, preparing to rule the world?
Under Xu Yanzhou's despairing gaze, a group of teenagers crowded around a table, huddled together noisily, gesturing and talking fiercely, their initial politeness and aloofness completely gone.
"A true gentleman observes chess in silence! Shut up!" Jiang Xianwan gripped the table with both hands and roared mercilessly at the Daoming Sect disciples who were crowding behind Xiu Yan.
The three of them looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, feigning deafness and muteness.
Is it wrong for them to just want to make some money?
Besides, they never claimed to be gentlemen...
The gentle and dignified Senior Sister He, whom we met just now, slammed her hand on the table with a loud clang, pointed at Lin Yujin, and shouted sternly, "You cheated!"
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