When Leng Wuqing saw him, she immediately looked down on him, put her hands behind her back, and walked away from him.
Duan Shuixian wasn't annoyed. She smiled and sat down next to Wushilang. Her eyes sparkled as she said, "When are you going back to the Xiao residence? After traveling for so many days, it's time to settle down."
His voice was gentle and magnetic, and he was unusually serious.
Wu Shilang lowered his head and remained silent for a long while before saying, "I don't like you, Young Master Duan, that's why I ran away."
Her frankness surprised Duan Shuixian, who took a while to reply: "The feelings between husband and wife are cultivated. Just like our parents, they got married first and then talked about it, and their feelings were very good."
Wu Shilang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Duan Shuixian stopped him with her hand, saying, "Right now, the competition comes first. I'm very interested to see your talent, my future wife."
His words made Isoro feel as if he were covered in thorns, and he felt very uncomfortable being stared at.
Leng Wuqing watched from afar, pacing back and forth with gritted teeth. Finally, he couldn't resist and approached, saying with an unfriendly expression, "Don't go around hitting on respectable women. She will always be a member of the Leng family."
In his mind, Wu Shilang was family, and with Duan Shuixian getting involved, he naturally developed a protective instinct towards him.
Duan Shuixian smiled slightly, took out a gold-flecked paper fan from her sleeve, and with a "snap," very elegantly flicked it open, fanning herself with great grace.
“Brother Leng, right? I am her fiancé at fifty. Is there anything I can’t discuss with her?”
Leng Wuqing's face immediately darkened. He grabbed Wu Shilang's arm and sneered, "Her husband will only be a descendant of the Leng family. Even if she is married, I have the ability to make it all disappear."
Frustrated and unwilling to discuss the matter further, Goro interjected, "The game has already begun, and those people in front are probably starting to study it."
Duan Shuixian immediately turned her head away, smiled disdainfully, and said, "That is the long-standing Linglong Taohuan Puzzle. Even if they went to see it in advance, they still couldn't solve it. Master Shu's chess puzzle is always unsolvable, so there's no need to worry about it too much."
Ignoring him, Giro quickly walked a few steps and squeezed into the crowd gathered around.
The chessboard was enormous, more than four times its normal size. White and black pieces were arranged in a neat and orderly fashion, filling the entire board. Isoro knew nothing about it and could only watch with his arms crossed.
"By taking this step, you've clearly reached a dead end."
As they were talking, a man standing to the left of Goruro pointed and moved a black stone one space. The entire board immediately changed, becoming even more unpredictable.
"Don't pretend you know what you don't." The person standing to the right of Isoro immediately became angry and also stretched out his finger to push the black stone back to its original position.
The two men, separated by Goro, immediately glared at each other, sparks flying. The two who had been pretending to be civilized instantly tore off their masks, drew their weapons, raised them diagonally above their heads, and continued to stare at each other.
Isoro was caught in the middle, looking around innocently.
For the full time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the two stood frozen, staring at each other, neither moving an inch. Their feet dangled in the air like flying cranes, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans began to roll down their foreheads.
Ichiro was quite annoyed that the two of them were using him as a screen at the same time, and said, "Are you two going to fight or not?"
The already quiet living room became even more silent.
Leng Wuqing laughed loudly and slammed his fist on the table, saying, "Fifty little sisters-in-law, aren't their postures already perfectly executed? Then what's the point of having a martial arts contest?"
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The two frozen figures immediately sprang into action, exclaiming in unison, "What's it to you?"
Leng Wuqing's smile immediately changed. He casually clapped his hands in the air and said in a sinister tone, "This palace lady will make you beg me to take charge."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Igarashi with a smile, then walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back.
The two men facing off had faces that were slightly dark and purplish. They were bewildered by his words, so they put away their weapons, hurriedly stepped down the steps, clasped their fists together, and acknowledged each other's sect affiliation.
Indeed, it exudes a sense of harmony.
Ishiro found the game extremely boring and hunched over, waiting for someone else to solve it.
The rest of the people stood around the table, frowning in thought. No one dared to touch the chessboard on the table. Duan Shuixian lifted her robe and walked around Qiwang a few times with her head held high. She shook her head seriously, looking every bit the expert.
“There’s no solution to this situation, there’s no point in watching any longer.” He reached out and, amidst the gusts of wind, produced a gold-flecked folding fan, which he then began to fan himself as if no one else was around.
He fanned himself while glancing towards the door.
There was silence outside the door. Frustrated, he fanned himself and muttered angrily, "Xiao Wei's efficiency is truly terrible."
Before the words were even finished, a stream of waiters filed in. (Typed by Orange Garden Maple Blossom Blood Moon)
Holding pastries from Tianxiang Pavilion and freshly picked vegetables and fruits from the roadside, they exuded a thriving and prosperous atmosphere.
"Huh? What's this?" Some of the martial arts practitioners who hadn't had breakfast whispered among themselves. "Could it be pastries that Master Shu is serving?"
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, my master heard that Master Shu Da holds an annual competition to recruit disciples, so he specially selected the most outstanding pastries from the restaurant and the freshest fruits and vegetables from his own garden," a quick-witted young boy in blue robes stepped forward and recommended the items in his hands with a smile. "My master said that, in admiration of all the heroes and valiant men, all the fruits and pastries will be priced two points lower than in the market."
The First Gate has always adhered to a strict austere lifestyle, not only abstaining from food after noon but also providing very limited breakfasts. For the past two days, every night, heroes and warriors have roared in desolate tones: "I—want—meat—!"
The sound was so mournful that it brought tears to the eyes of those who heard it and saddened those who listened.
The boy in green slightly lifted the lid of the food box, and fragrant steam wafted out; it even contained meat-filled pastries. The creativity was simply boundless.
The Shu University professor, sitting behind the curtain, looked displeased, his lips twitching. He could no longer maintain his composure. After a long silence, he finally roared, "Outrageous!"
His student immediately leaned forward and asked, "If the master is angry, we will send them away."
The professor from Shu University slammed his fist on the table and stood up, angrily exclaiming, "This is outrageous!"
The students looked at each other, not daring to say a word.
After a long while, Master Shu finally couldn't hold back any longer and angrily pointed his index finger at his student, saying, "Go and ask him if the owner of this room can give us four points."
What angered him was the price.
The two disciples immediately understood and stepped out from behind the curtain. Inside the hall, a lively scene had already begun, leaving only the dumbfounded Wu Shilang and the pleased-smiling Duan Shuixian beside the ancient chess set.
"The professor from Shuda University said..."
“My master said that Master Shu can eat for free,” the boy in blue replied fluently and clearly.
Finally, the scholar from Shu Da inside the curtain couldn't hold back any longer. With a serious expression, he rushed out, and in a flash, he squeezed into the crowd with lightning speed. With his delicate fingers, he deftly picked out the meat fillings.
His actions thoroughly enraged everyone. Immediately, those with knives drew their knives and those with swords drew theirs, and a fierce battle erupted.
A moment later, surrounded by the crowd, the Shu University student in Baotou roared in a muffled voice, his words indistinct: "I'm about to lose it..."
Everyone was startled and fell silent.
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Chapter Fifteen: A Futile Contest
With the delicious food in the air, we completely forgot that the person we were ganging up on was the legendary Shu Ke, the master of Shu, whose martial arts were said to be astonishing and terrifying.
Everyone's hearts sank, and they gripped their weapons warily, retreating again and again.
"I'm about to lose it!" Mr. Shu squinted, and seeing everyone retreat, he confidently picked up the meat-filled pastry in his hand, chewing it slowly and deliberately, shaking his head vigorously to straighten his messy hair. He then turned and stomped his foot before finally managing to scold in a coquettish tone, "You're all beasts." With that, he snatched the remaining meat-filled pastries from the food box, lifted the curtain, and went inside.
Everyone was stunned... and felt incredibly embarrassed by his coquettish, shy yet angry expression.
A moment later, the crowd suddenly remembered that the children in blue robes still had some fresh fruits in their hands, so they rushed forward and continued to fight desperately.
Beside the chessboard, Duan Shuixian held a small, exquisite gold abacus between her fair, slender fingers, clicking and tapping away happily.
"My future wife, these unsold pastries and fruits have been a huge success!" He was overjoyed, his handsome face beaming with delight. Seeing the stunned look on Wu Shilang's face, he casually winked and said, "Are you starting to treat your husband differently?"
Wu Shilang shook his head, about to speak, when suddenly there was another commotion outside the door. A group of Miao people with tattoos flew in. One by one, they attacked with fierce-looking menacing scimitars.
"Safety first, retreat!" The Shu University student behind the curtain immediately screamed, pulled down the secret passage, and was the first to escape.
Clearly, Igoro was their target this time. However, fortunately, they changed direction this time and didn't seem to intend to take Igoro's life, so Igoro, following behind Duan Shuixian, was safe despite being in a sorry state.
Young Master Duan has been in business for many years and lacks experience in martial arts combat. In addition, he is concerned about his appearance, so when he fights with his personality, he is in great danger.
"Can you please stop posing during a fight?!" Wu Shilang almost shed tears. Young Master Duan always liked to pause after blocking a blow and strike what he thought was the coolest pose, which made him noticeably slower than his opponent.
A curved blade came slashing down, and Young Master Duan used White Crane Spreads Wings again. The curved blade swept past Young Master Duan and attacked the exposed opening under his arm, the target being Fifty-Lang.
"Why is it White Crane Spreads Wings again!" Wu Shilang shrieked, his long arms grabbing the hair of Young Master Duan, who was standing on tiptoe like a white crane, and casually blocking it forward.
The sudden pull from Wu Shilang startled Duan Shuixian. She winced in pain and slumped down, her dark hair being cut off by the scimitar that came flying at her.
Time stood still, and her heartstrings snapped in response. Duan Shuixian stared blankly as her hair fell in the wind. The string of reason in her mind snapped and sprang apart with a "thud".
"Ahhhhh..." He was slightly angry, raised the white jade sword with both hands, and swung it around in a flurry of motion, managing to wield it flawlessly. "I'll give it my all..."
He's like a dancer; no one can break through his defenses, and he doesn't attack either, just dancing around on his own.
The reason why this is the case is very simple.
The White Crane Spreads Wings technique, which was full of flaws before, was practiced many times because of its graceful posture. Now, this nonsensical sword technique, which can neither attack nor defend, was learned because it is elegant and beautiful to perform.
Young Master Duan's best skill is lightness skill, not because he prefers this type of martial art, but because the most important reason is that when he flies, he feels as light as an immortal.
Under such circumstances, Isoro's situation was extremely precarious.
"Oh? It's starting again?" A casual voice, tinged with amusement, rang out. Ishiro, with his sharp eyes, spotted Leng Wuqing at the door, who was smiling broadly at him. He immediately shouted, "Brother-in-law Wuqing, I'm in urgent need of help..."
The Miao people in black paused, their eyes simultaneously revealing horror.
"Should I resolve this, or will you simply end it all yourself?" Leng Wuqing smiled slightly, appearing quite refined. "If I were to come, I'm afraid I'd be in a very bad mood."
He was too lazy to ask the people behind the scenes, because most of the people in the palace were poisoned before going on missions. In any case, they would die anyway, and usually, if they didn't reveal the truth, they wouldn't implicate their families. So, asking some questions was pointless.
Four or five Miao men dressed in black hesitated for a moment, their faces filled with sorrow. They all gritted their teeth and actually took their own lives.
"What a nuisance." Leng Wuqing yawned and said to Wushilang, "Let's go back and catch up on our sleep. I've been quite tired these past few days."
Wu Shilang carefully stepped over the scattered corpses and jogged after Leng Wuqing. After taking a few steps, he couldn't help but turn back to look at Duan Shuixian.
He was clearly still in a state of collapse, his hair disheveled, wielding his sword with heightened emotions, roaring as he did so: "Fight... fight..."
Wu Shilang remained silent, rolled his eyes, and followed Leng Wuqing without looking back. He had completely abandoned Young Master Duan from his mind.
After this battle, Master Shu immediately ordered five hundred students to dig several tunnels overnight, and they worked on the earth all night with clanging and banging.
"Sir, you are truly wise." One of the students said with great admiration.
Master Shu, with his hands behind his back, sighed and said, "Those who venture out into the world only have one thing to say!"
The student, curious, asked, "Which sentence?"
The professor from Shu University remained silent for a moment, then replied solemnly, "Safety first!"
None of the five hundred disciples could speak; they all fell silent.
Because of some unexpected events, the third competition was postponed to the evening of the third day. As usual, this time it was a competition of poetry.
Overwhelmed with grief, Duan Shuixian voluntarily withdrew from this round of the competition. The remaining less than ten people gathered around Master Shu, composing poems and lyrics.
Following the number, the first one to come up was a burly man from Shandong. He had half his chest bare, revealing well-developed pectoral muscles. When he saw Mr. Shu raise his glass to hide his peeping gaze, he was quite pleased with himself, and he twitched his muscles as he did so.