Duan Shuixian slowly turned around, her anger turning into a smile. She patted the shoulder of the guard in blue and smiled broadly: "That's about it. I'm the kind of person who doesn't like to stand out too much, so I've always been ranked third."
Seeing their young master smiling happily, the servants in the row behind finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He then praised, "Young Master, you're just too modest..."
"Yes, yes, yes, young master is just too humble!"
"Our young master is the most handsome man in the world."
Praises rose and fell, making Duan Shuixian feel very pleased. She took out the small bronze mirror hanging from her waist, tossed her hair with satisfaction, looked at herself, and then, with great poise, raised her hand, clenched her large palm, and slightly curled it into a fist.
A single gesture silenced the cacophony of praise.
"It's good that everyone knows, but don't reveal these things to others." Duan Shuixian looked up at the sun, appearing deeply worried. "Although I know that everyone in our village is honest and kind, and not good at lying, you must know that reality is always cruel. There will always be people with ulterior motives who will be jealous of my appearance. So, for the sake of ranking first in the Jianghu Chronicles, everyone must keep a low profile."
Everyone fell silent.
Silently, without a word, watching Young Master Narcissus strike poses, everyone's hearts were filled with surging emotions.
If the first year they came in, they were honest people, but after so many years of following young master Duan Shuixian, their skin has become as thick as a city wall.
If you send it to the sun, at most you'll be left with a mask.
"I've made up my mind." Duan Shuixian clenched her fist again, glancing sideways at the crowd. "I'm leaving the manor! I'm going to find Leng Wushuang, the number one on the list of handsome men in the martial arts world, and challenge him to a duel!"
"Young master, should we inform the shop to stock up on fresh flowers?" Servant A immediately sensed the business opportunity.
Duan Shuixian shook her head and answered him very seriously: "No, this time, let them scatter sesame balls and bean buns."
My Tianxiang Pavilion's sesame balls and red bean buns have been unsold for a month. If I don't make some more, how can I boost sales to a new high?
The servants were immediately convinced, which shows that not every person in charge has such keen observation skills.
Alright then, the theme of this parade will be... sprinkle sesame balls and sprinkle bean buns.
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Meanwhile, at Luoxia Villa.
Beneath the crimson maple leaves stood Luo Jinfeng, deep in thought, his face gloomy and his eyes filled with hostility. One by one, the maple leaves, red as blood, drifted down, reflecting in his eyes and making them turn scarlet as well.
"They're sleeping in the same room?"
His voice was cold as he tore a cluster of equally vibrant maple leaves between his fingers, pinching them off piece by piece and tearing them into strips. "From now on, you few will be responsible for following them. If Leng Wushuang makes any overstepping moves, kill him on the spot."
The few kneeling on the ground looked at each other in dismay. Kill Leng Wushuang? What a joke! The young master must have lost his mind. Who is Leng Wushuang? The peerless young master who split Mount Huangshan with one hand!
Even at the very least, they wouldn't be wiped out by a few small fry.
After enduring it for a while, the oblivious fellow on the ground continued to report: "Young Master, it's usually Miss Xiao who oversteps her bounds. Should we...?"
Luo Jinfeng was even angrier. He sent a maple leaf flying, pinning the man kneeling on the ground who was reporting the news several feet away.
With an even louder roar, he shouted, "Miss Xiao has overstepped her bounds; she too shall destroy Leng Wushuang!!!"
silent……
The other kneeling men wisely kept quiet. Their young master was currently in a state of agitation, like an enraged cat; anyone who provoked him would be met with a slap.
The wise thing to do is to remain silent and readily accept good advice.
The maple leaves continued to fall slowly, and soon a pile of fallen leaves accumulated on the ground. After a long silence, Young Master Luo slowly spoke: "Hey you behind me, you're shaking the leaves too fast. It's affecting my mood. Starting tomorrow, you'll be emptying the chamber pots."
Boom... Like a bolt from the blue, Servant B, who was crouching behind the tree and frantically shaking it, clenched his fist and covered his mouth to prevent his sobs from leaking out.
If I had known, I wouldn't have volunteered to do the scene-creating task when the schedule was set today.
Being a servant is difficult, being a servant at Luoxia Manor is even more difficult, and being the servant of Young Master Luo is the most difficult of all!
I never imagined that mountain roads could be so rugged.
So that's why Leng Wushuang doesn't ride a horse.
Wu Shilang always took the main roads and rarely took side roads. The journey was extremely arduous, while Leng Wushuang ahead of him walked leisurely and contentedly, occasionally pausing to admire the scenery.
Isoro followed behind him, and every time he fell about 20 steps behind, he would put his hands behind his back and gaze into the distance. He looked completely at ease.
The two walked for more than an hour before arriving at Yue Town.
Yue Town was noticeably larger than the town from the previous night, with three large inns in the town alone. This made the haggard Wu Shilang feel much more relaxed.
"We need two rooms so we can take a shower and get a good night's sleep."
"Two rooms, close together is fine." Leng Wushuang didn't even glance at Wu Shilang, tossing out a small piece of silver, which clattered onto the boss's table.
It wasn't the upper room.
Isoro suddenly burst out: "I want a superior room! I want a superior room! I want..."
With a thud, Leng Wushuang shoved her fist into Wu Shilang's mouth and said indifferently, "You're so noisy." Seeing Wu Shilang's dumbfounded expression, she slowly withdrew her fist, opened her palm, tilted her head to look around, and frowned, saying, "Spit, so dirty."
Ichiro was speechless. "Brother, didn't you put your hand in someone else's mouth yourself?"
"I want to stay in the upper room!" Wu Shilang grabbed Leng Wushuang's sleeve and shook it back and forth.
Leng Wushuang was very uncomfortable with being pulled around like this. She flicked her sleeve in the air and coldly slapped Wu Shilang's hand away, as if she couldn't hear Wu Shilang's grumbling. She walked towards her room on her own.
"Leng Wushuang, stop right there!" Wu Shilang roared, his fists clenched.
Sometimes I'd rather have an argument or a fight than be ignored like this.
Emotional abuse is far more terrifying than physical violence.
Leng Wushuang obediently stopped and turned around, her eyes shining like cold stars, dark and bright.
"I insist on staying in a superior room!" Since entering the martial arts world, I haven't had a single day of comfort. I've either been in a shared dormitory or a lower-class room, and sometimes I've even had to sleep in the open.
Leng Wushuang nodded, surprisingly not refuting Wushilang, and coldly said, "Okay."
Wu Shilang was so moved that he wanted to pounce on Leng Wushuang immediately to express his gratitude. He smiled and gratefully extended his hand to her, saying, "Silver!"
Leng Wushuang turned her head and scoffed, glancing at her as if she were an idiot, and coldly replied, "Solve it yourself."
The subtext is: Young man, you can do whatever you want, and you can even live in a house, but you have to pay for it yourself.
Those who venture out into the world are all about self-reliance!
Isoro deflated like a punctured balloon, his shoulders slumping instantly. "Fine," he thought, "a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs. A man without money is a grandson."
Even if you've never been a grandson, you've at least seen one.
Ishiro's tears streamed down his face to his chest as he listlessly followed Leng Wushuang into the room he had been assigned.
Fortunately, the house was very clean, with everything wiped spotless, and the blankets on the bed were fluffy and had a sun-kissed smell.
"You stay inside," Leng Wushuang coldly ordered. "I have something to do, so don't come looking for me tonight."
Tonight should be the time when the third sword tribulation occurs.
There is a hot spring in the western corner of Yue Town, which is steaming all year round. It is said to be most effective for healing illnesses and injuries. Leng Wushuang only wanted to wait until the night was deep before soaking in the pool to overcome the sword tribulation.
Based on the experience of predecessors, a suitable temperature is quite beneficial for clashing.
He even secretly hoped that this time he could completely break through the last level and reach the highest realm of the Drunken Flowing Clouds Sword.
In this way, the potential dangers along the way will be greatly reduced.
After all, the future is uncertain, and if the sword tribulation continues to flare up as they travel, it will be extremely dangerous.
Therefore, he had to make sure that Isoro stayed obediently at the inn and didn't disturb his most crucial breakthrough.
"Where are you going? I want to go too."
Leng Wushuang turned her head with a headache, dreading her clinging to her, and sure enough, she did.
“I’ll take care of my own,” he paused, frowning as he chose his words, “personal matters.”
Personal issues?!
Isoro almost burst into tears in an instant. It would have been better if he hadn't explained; the explanation only made Isoro's heart jump even higher.
Where can I resolve my personal problems?
What are men's personal problems?
I've never eaten pork, but I've never even seen a pig walk. (To be honest, I've long suspected this statement; saying it the other way around makes it seem more plausible. Tears, but unfortunately, that's exactly how the original author wrote it.)
Although Fifty-Lang is young.
Unfortunately, her forty-nine brothers were not young.
Those romantic tales and brothel encounters often slipped out at the dinner table and during casual conversations.
Leng Wushuang's personal problems were nothing more than those romantic and frivolous matters. Thinking of this, Wushilang couldn't help but glance at Leng Wushuang with resentment, thinking to himself, "All men in the world are lustful."
"I want to go too," Igoro said through gritted teeth, refusing to back down.
Leng Wushuang touched her forehead with her finger, looking extremely distressed, and coldly and firmly refused her: "I will not bring any women with me."
Just kidding, when I'm soaking in the hot spring while trying to clear the level, I'll definitely be naked.
Bringing a woman along would be extremely inconvenient.
"So you really wanted to climb over the wall!"
A raging fire blazed in Wulang's eyes. He leaped forward, pounced on Leng Wushuang, and grabbed her, sobbing uncontrollably. "You've gone too far! With such a beautiful camellia like me by your side, why would you want to find some other wildflowers and weeds..."
The wording doesn't need to be changed at all; just use the classic quotes from the aunts in the family.
Leng Wushuang's face immediately flushed a faint peach color.
Her body, held tightly, trembled slightly with anger.
His veins bulged, his eyes flashed with icy coldness, and he was just one slap away from sending Fifty Lang flying.
"Let go..." he squeezed out the two words through gritted teeth, but dared not break free from Isoro's bear hug. He was a martial artist, and if he couldn't control his strength, he would hurt her.
"No, no, I won't!" Wu Shilang continued to wail, wiping his tears and snot all over Leng Wushuang's body. "If I let you go, you'll go and cheat on me."
Leng Wushuang's face turned ashen, her lips twitched, and she finally broke down.
He pulled out one arm and gently pushed Isoro away from his body.
"I'm not looking for other women."
Huh? Wu Shilang looked up at Leng Wushuang and asked uncertainly, "Is this a promise, Wushuang?"
Enraged and embarrassed, Leng Wushuang blushed and finally broke free, angrily saying, "Women are annoying. I won't go looking for trouble."