One side of Xie Yun's eyebrows subtly raised. After a while, she smiled and replied, "Oh?"
Shan Chao nodded and asked,
"Miss Long, what kind of person is Commander Xie?"
The courtyard was bright and clear. The moonlight reflected off the stone pillars.
Shan Chao's entire body was suspended in the air as he sat on the railing, gazing at the heavy Seven Star Long Yuan. In the shadows, only his focused profile could be seen. The bridge of his nose cast a deep shadow on his thin cheeks.
This young man from the North of the Mo Bei was silent and valiant, upright and lonely. His entire body seemed to be surrounded by the vicissitudes of sand that never left. He was completely different from the scholars of Jiangnan.
But when he held his sword and sat alone on the banks of the river, it was as if he had strangely become one with the lonely moonlit night of Jiangnan.
"You're talking about Commander Xie," Xie Yun said leisurely.
He stroked his chin, seeming to think for a long time before he laughed.
"If you ask the bodyguards of the Xie Fu, they'll probably say that she's a master that's easy to serve. If you ask Zhang Wenguan, Liu Bingjie, and the other big shots, they'll probably say that she's a villain who helps the evildoer. As for the number one beauty of Jianghu, Miss Fu, her description is the most concise. She'll say that Xie Yun is a vicious and merciless demon."
"But are these the Xie Yun you know, Great Master?"
"Everyone's judgment of others is based on their own standpoint. Therefore, what Great Master thinks of Xie Yun is what kind of person Xie Yun is."
Shan Chao's expression froze. After a while, he laughed involuntarily, "Miss is very talented. The Poor Monk is not as good as you."
Xie Yun said, "Great Master is too kind. I haven't studied much.
But why did Great Master suddenly ask this? Does it have something to do with the Seven Star Long Yuan? "
Shan Chao thought for a moment and then made a clanging sound.
Following this sound, the Long Yuan sword in his hand was half out of its sheath. The sword's edge reflected a cold light.
Some kind of invisible mist-like pressure suddenly spread out rapidly with the unsheathed sword as the center.
"The ancient sword in the Casting Sword Village is a fake," Shan Chao said in a low voice, "The real Long Yuan sword was used by my master two years ago to kill me."
"I don't know what's wrong with me, but I've been having the same dream for the past two years. I dreamed that I was living in a desert filled with yellow sand when I was young. There was a person I didn't know by my side, but I called him master. During the day, I rode a horse and hunted wolves with a bow. At night, I listened to him reading under an oil lamp. He taught me how to write with yellowed paper.
.............................. s.....................
"These dreams appeared in my mind again and again. They were twists and turns, and it seemed like they would never end.
But every time, they stopped at the same ending. It was the scene where my master raised the Seven Star Long Yuan and stabbed me.
He wanted to kill me, and he was serious. "
Xie Yun closed her eyes and sighed.
"What happened after that?" he asked gently.
"When I woke up, I was in front of Ci 'en Temple. My body was full of wounds, and I was holding the Seven Star Long Yuan tightly in my hand.
The blood groove on the sword was full of blood. There was a lot of blood, but it wasn't mine. "
Shan Chao gently put the sword back into its sheath. His eyes were deep and focused, as if he was looking at a part of his life.
"From that day on, I lost all my memories. I didn't know who I was, and I didn't know where I was going.
I didn't understand why I was still alive. Did I steal the sword and kill my master at the last moment?
But if that was the case, how did I come to Chang An from the Northern Desert?
If he didn't die, why didn't he come to me for revenge? "
"I've been waiting for him. In the end, I realized that if I didn't look for him myself, then this matter would never truly be resolved."
The soft chirping of night insects could be heard from the grass in the distance. It was intermittent, and it was faintly discernible.
The moon moved through the dark clouds and slowly moved to the middle of the sky.
"Maybe your memories were sealed by someone using a secret technique."
Xie Yun said in a low voice, "Maybe there are some secrets in this world that are crueler than you can imagine. Forgetting is the best way to protect yourself …"
Shan Chao shook his head and said, "No one will easily give up their past, Miss Long.
No matter how unbearable the truth is, it is still evidence of a person's existence. "
Xie Yun's breathing paused slightly. Shan Chao flipped over and sat upright on top of the railing. He nodded apologetically and clasped his hands together.
"Because of the precaution between men and women, I didn't talk to you, and we didn't even talk much.
Tonight, we're just acquaintances, so I hope you won't blame me if I offend you. "
Xie Yun crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned her left shoulder against the lush old tree in the courtyard. She sized up Shan Chao for a moment and suddenly asked coldly,
"Great Master, do you think that Chang An Commander Xie might be your master?"
Shan Chao paused and shook his head, "I hope not."
"Why?"
Shan Chao laughed self-deprecatingly.
"I'm not afraid of being laughed at by you. Although my master wanted to kill me, he and I were the only one in the vast desert for so many years …"
"I still have feelings for him in my heart. I don't want him to be … Xie Yun … that kind of person."
Xie Yun was expressionless.
"Miss Long?"
"…"
"You're right."
Xie Yun smiled brightly. Her eyes curved incomparably kindly, "It's late. Great Master, you should rest in peace."
Xie Yun turned around and was about to leave.
Shan Chao blinked his eyes in confusion. He felt that there was something wrong with what she said, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, "Forgive me, Miss. I still have a small matter that I don't understand. Please wait for a moment!"
Xie Yun's footsteps paused. Shan Chao said sincerely behind her, "It's not good to ask this at a banquet. If it's rude, please forgive me. I just want to know how you, a weak woman imprisoned in the Xie family, know where Kongtong, Qingcheng, and other martial arts sects are located and how far away they are from Jiangnan."
Xie Yun slowly turned around and met Shan Chao's gaze.
"I …"
Before Xie Yun finished speaking, suddenly at this moment, there was a crashing sound not far away. It was followed by a sharp female voice that pierced through the sky —
"Ghost! Ahhh!"
"Guards!
There's a ghost —! "
After a few seconds of silence, the lights were turned on. The guards on night patrol shouted together.
Shan Chao and Xie Yun were stunned at the same time.
·
A quarter of an hour later, in the inner hall of the Casting Sword Village.
Shan Chao, Xie Yun, and Chen Haiping, who had rushed over after hearing the news, were sitting at the head of the hall. Fu Wenjie, who had arrived last, was also being carried. Her face was deathly pale as she sat across from them.
Fu Xiangrong was wrapped in an outer robe. She was trembling as she snuggled in the arms of the old madame. Her personal maidservants were crying together.
Among them, one of the older ones mustered up his courage and sobbed, "Miss, we heard some movement outside. When we lifted the bamboo curtain, we saw that female ghost on the courtyard's floor … smiling at us … her face was covered in blood …"
"Ah!" Fu Xiangrong screamed and covered her ears.
"Good girl, don't be afraid," the old madame immediately comforted her gently. She angrily said to the maidservant, "Even if you're replying to your master, you should be more tactful!
Where did all these ghosts come from!
Our Casting Sword Village has been doing well for many years. What kind of ghost would dare to come here? "
The maidservant stuttered, "It's true. We all saw it. That female ghost was wearing a shroud. Her appearance seemed to be … seemed to be …"
"I think it's clearly you maidservants who are being naughty. You colluded to scare your master for fun!"
The old madame was quite stubborn as she was older. "Don't say anymore. Someone come and take them to the firewood room. We'll interrogate them in detail when the sun comes up!"
The maidservants burst into tears. Some begged the old madame, while others climbed up to hug the young miss. The scene was very lively.
Shan Chao opened his mouth. It seemed that he wanted to help persuade the maidservants because they were too pitiful. But before he could open his mouth, Fu Xiangrong suddenly screamed.
"There's a ghost!
I knew it was her. That woman is not reconciled — —! "
Everyone trembled. The old madame was stunned and hurriedly said, "Don't speak nonsense!"
"It's clearly like that!
That woman came from a small family and climbed up to our family. Because my brother liked her, she didn't care about her parents-in-law and sister-in-law!
In the end, she didn't have the fortune to give birth to a son. She died on the delivery bed. Since then, she has been causing trouble every few days! "
Fu Xiangrong's brows furrowed. The more she spoke, the angrier she became. "This time, I must invite a monk or a Taoist priest to perform a ritual. I must beat her until her soul is scattered!"
The old madame hurriedly coaxed her daughter, "Bear with it for a while. The manor is doing something important. Later, you can't perform any rituals …" Then she anxiously ordered, "Take these maidservants out!
They're making me annoyed by their crying! "
Xie Yun looked at Fu Wenjie's face with great interest. After admiring her for a while, she turned her head slightly and said, "Young Master Chen."
Chen Haiping felt very conflicted about Xie Yun taking the initiative to talk to him. After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but say, "— — Hey, Miss Long?"
Xie Yun smiled and asked, "I … I have something I don't understand. I would like to ask Young Master Chen.
The female ghost that Miss Fu mentioned, could it be Young Suzerain's maidservant who accompanied him in bed? "
— — He said the words "accompanying him in bed" so naturally that Shan Chao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and glance at him.
"Miss Fu Xiangrong is very smart. You guessed half of it right."
Chen Haiping sighed and said disappointedly, "Logically speaking, I shouldn't gossip about my aunt's family matters, but Cousin Fu isn't talking about some servant girl who accompanied him in bed … She's talking about the young madam of the sword-forging village, the first sister-in-law of my cousin's legal wife. She passed away a year ago due to a difficult birth."
Xie Yun made an appropriate expression of concern. She politely raised her finger and signaled him to continue.
It turned out that Young Suzerain of the Casting Sword Village, Fu Wenjie suffered from Qigong Deviation when he was young and injured his legs. From then on, he couldn't walk anymore. It was very difficult for him to find a wife in a Wulin family of equal social status.
When the Old Village Head was still alive, he made the decision to marry a daughter from an ordinary family. Although the family didn't have any business, she was beautiful, gentle, and virtuous. She had a very good relationship with Fu Wenjie. A year after she married him, she got pregnant.
This was supposed to be a happy occasion. However, after several doctors checked her pulse, they all said that she was pregnant with a girl. This made the Old Madame very unhappy.
The Old Madame didn't like this daughter-in-law to begin with. Most parents thought that their children were the best in the world. The Old Madame was the same. She thought that it wouldn't be bad for her son to be matched with a princess.
This daughter-in-law came from a poor family, but she was somewhat talented. This already made the Old Madame very unhappy. Moreover, the relationship between her son and daughter-in-law was very good. Her son had defended her daughter-in-law several times because of her criticism of her daughter-in-law. In the Old Madame's eyes, this was no different from her spoiled son being abducted by another woman.
When the Old Madame found out that her daughter-in-law was pregnant with a girl, the Old Madame's dissatisfaction increased day by day. There were several disputes between the Old Madame and her daughter-in-law.
Just when the family was in turmoil, one of the doctors gave the Old Madame a prescription. He said that it could turn a girl into a boy. If the Old Madame took the medicine regularly, the girl would turn into a boy. She would definitely give birth to a big fat boy.
When the Old Madame saw this, she was very happy. She immediately asked someone to decoct the medicine for her daughter-in-law.
Although Fu Wenjie didn't think that the prescription was reliable, at this time, the family was like fire and water. If they really gave birth to a boy, the conflict between the Old Madame and her daughter-in-law would be resolved. Therefore, he hoped for peaceful days in the future and acquiesced to the existence of this prescription.
Unexpectedly, the Casting Sword Village didn't expect that the Old Madame's child would be born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
The Young Madame drank the medicine for a few months. When she went into labor, it was indeed difficult. After struggling for a day and a night, she finally gave birth to a malformed child that looked like both a boy and a girl. After a few cries, the child stopped breathing.
As for the Young Madame herself, after giving birth, she was completely drained of energy and blood. Her soul slowly passed away and she didn't come down from the delivery bed.
No one would have thought that a happy occasion like this would turn into a funeral. Young Suzerain's wife was gone. He was a widower now.
·
With the ghost incident and the clues about the Seven Stars Long Yuan gone, the Casting Sword Village couldn't stay any longer. Early the next morning, Shan Chao and Xie Yun came to bid farewell to the Old Madame and Fu Wenjie.
At this time, in addition to Chen Haiping, there were also more than ten disciples from the Kongtong, Qingcheng, Huashan, and other famous sects sitting in the hall. Fu Wenjie and the Old Madame sat on the left and right of the Old Madame. Xie Yun admired them for a while through the veil. She saw that both of them looked very haggard. It was obvious that they were not in the mood to rest after what happened last night.
Shan Chao briefly explained the purpose of his visit. He didn't mention anything about the ghost incident. He only said that he had to help Miss Long look for her family, so he couldn't stay here for too long.
Fu Wenjie felt sorry for him when he heard this. "Master, you are very kind. I admire you very much.
However, why don't you and Miss Long stay here for a while? Although the Casting Sword Village isn't a big deal, it still has some influence in Jianghu. After the Martial Arts Society Convention next month, you can take some time to help Miss Long look for information. Wouldn't that be more convenient? "
Shan Chao glanced at Xie Yun and hesitated for a moment.
Xie Yun just smiled and didn't say anything.
Today, he was wearing a black robe. His collar and sleeves revealed a white satin lining. It was hard to tell which was whiter, his neck, and his wrists. Although he didn't show himself, many of the hot-blooded martial artists in the hall had already taken a few glances at him.
"Moreover, there is another reason that Master doesn't know."
Fu Wenjie sighed and said, "In addition to choosing a new alliance leader, this Martial Arts Society Convention also has an important matter. It is to call on all the major sects to unite and discuss the plan to expel the Shengui Sect.
Several years ago, the Shengui Sect invaded the Central Plains from the north of the desert. They have already infiltrated the Eastern Capital, Jiangnan, and other places. Not only did they use all kinds of methods to annex small sects to expand their power, they also bribed the government to create many assassinations, assassinations, robberies, and other incidents … "
The large sects in the hall were all agitated. A senior disciple of the Kongtong Sect said angrily, "Exactly!
Our sect's treasure, the Kongtong Seal, was set on fire and robbed by the Shengui Sect. Martial Uncle went to ask for it, but to no avail. He was even seriously injured by them and almost lost his life! "
"Despicable sect!"
"They don't shrink from any evil!"
"Colluding with the government!
Harming our Central Plains Wulin! "
Fu Wenjie rubbed his temples and said helplessly, "I don't know where the Shengui Sect came from. In just a few short years, they have become so powerful that it is difficult to control them. It is because of this that we want to unite all the forces that can be united.
Master, your martial arts are excellent. That day, you taught my cousin Haiping a lesson by the West Lake. Why don't you stay and participate in the Martial Arts Society Convention with us … "
Xie Yun looked at Fu Wenjie thoughtfully.
Shan Chao also seemed to feel that something was wrong. He frowned slightly.
Although the people in the hall didn't know where Shan Chao came from, they were convinced that Chen Haiping was one of the best in the younger generation.
When they heard that Shan Chao could easily restrain the only successor of the Chen family in Jiangnan, they were all silent in doubt. They looked up and down at the young monk who was wearing monk robes and wearing prayer beads.
Shan Chao felt helpless. He stood silently under everyone's gaze for a while. Finally, he said, "Thank you for your kindness, Young Suzerain. But Poor Monk has other important matters to attend to. Let's forget about it."
"Master, please wait." Fu Wenjie tried to persuade him to stay. "The Martial Arts Society Convention is rare. Master, you don't have to rush …"
"Poor Monk is ashamed to accept Young Suzerain's favor." Shan Chao still insisted. "But I really have important matters to attend to. We can meet again in the future."
Shan Chao put his palms together and nodded. He turned around and strode out of the main hall.
Xie Yun smiled at Fu Wenjie who seemed to be at a loss. She also turned around. However, at this moment, two grey-clothed disciples of the Casting Sword Village ran in. They were in such a hurry that their expressions changed. "Young Suzerain!
There is an important matter at the gate! "
Fu Wenjie asked curiously, "What's the matter?"
"The Shengui Sect sent people to deliver a large number of goods. They said … they said they are betrothal gifts!"
Speaking of the devil, the Shengui Sect came. The famous sects were discussing how to suppress the Shengui Sect when the Shengui Sect came knocking on their door.
Ten heavy chests were placed in the hall. A disciple stepped forward and lifted the red cloth. Inside the chests were black silk, shining with the light of precious stones, wild geese, deerskin, large bamboo, jade, and so on. Unexpectedly, the chests were full of betrothal gifts.
Everyone in the hall was talking about it. The grey-clothed disciple lowered his head and said, "There are several people from the Shengui Sect waiting outside. They asked us to bring the betrothal gifts in first. They also wrote a letter to Young Suzerain. They said that Young Miss is the most beautiful woman in the Wulin world and is suitable for the most hero in the Wulin world. The next head disciple of the Shengui Sect is now in his twenties and has not married yet. He is suitable for you …"
Old Madame Fu trembled as she received the letter. Before she finished reading it, she was furious. "That's too much!
How can they force a marriage! "
Fu Wenjie was also unhappy. "Go outside and tell those people that if they want to propose a marriage, they should follow the rules. What nonsense!"
"The Shengui Sect said … said that if Young Suzerain asks, they should say that this is their rule."
The disciple kept his head down and didn't dare to look up. His face was red. "They also said that they are willing to propose a marriage. They are already giving us face — giving us special treatment. They hope that Young Suzerain and Old Madame can understand …"
Fu Wenjie and Old Madame looked at each other and said coldly, "If that's the case, ask them to go back. We don't agree with the marriage proposal. Take the things away too."
"That's right. Even if they want to propose a marriage, they should be more gentle. How can they agree to force a marriage?"
It was not good for the young people to intervene in this kind of thing. Several disciples of the Qingcheng Sect were older, so they chimed in, "Take the things away and don't need to come in!" "That's too much. The Shengui Sect is really not a good thing!" "The villagers outside the Great Wall don't know etiquette. Is this a place for them to be presumptuous?"
The disciple in gray shook his head anxiously. "They, they said that since this marriage has been proposed, it's not something that we, the Casting Sword Village, can decide.
The Shengui Sect has made up its mind, unless, unless … "
Before he could finish his sentence, the young people in the hall couldn't hold themselves back anymore. They all started to shout angrily, "How dare they!" "A sect that's about to be exterminated still dares to be so arrogant?"
Fu Wenjie slapped the table. "They dare to threaten us. Unless what?
Send them away! "
The disciple in gray knelt on the ground with a thump. His voice was trembling.
"They said, unless … unless Young Suzerain and Old Madame want to … There will be no more Casting Sword Village in Jianghu!
… "
In an instant, there was silence. Everyone's expression changed.
Then, as if cold water was poured into a pot of boiling oil, the whole hall exploded!
"Mother!
Brother! "A figure lifted the curtain and stumbled in. She screamed," I won't marry!
I don't want to marry this lousy Shengui Sect. Drive them away! "
Old Madame Fu didn't care about the presence of outsiders. She hugged her daughter and said, "My poor girl …"
Shan Chao was quite surprised. He didn't expect that he would encounter such a drama when he came to say goodbye early in the morning.
But now that things had come to this, it was not good for him to leave. He saw that there was a lot of discussion around him, and the crowd was furious. Young Mistress Fu was crying, Old Mistress was stomping her feet, and Young Heightslord was sighing with worry. It was a mess.
Someone whispered beside him, "The Casting Sword Village doesn't dare to refuse."
Dan Chao turned his head and saw Xie Yun standing beside him. Under the veil, there was a hint of an amused smile on her face.
"The Shengui Sect didn't come earlier or later. They came right at the moment when the Casting Sword Village is going to host the Martial Arts Circle Competition. They are so brazen and unscrupulous … Don't tell me they have something on the Casting Sword Village."
He glanced at Shan Chao and asked with a smile, "What do you think, Master?"
For some reason, at that moment, the smile on his light red lips made Shan Chao's heart skip a beat.
Xie Yun stopped smiling and said, "Master?"
Shan Chao suddenly came back to his senses.
Although he looked familiar, his figure and face were different. If he looked carefully, his jawline was softer. He must have mistaken him.
"… Poor Monk is being rude," Shan Chao nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "Miss is right. Poor Monk also … thinks so."
The Casting Sword Village didn't dare to refuse. Not only did Xie Yun see this, but Fu Xiangrong, who wasn't far away, also sensed her brother's hesitation. She cried even harder and said, "I won't go to that man-eating place. I won't go!" She pushed the old madame and turned around with tears in her eyes. She shouted at Chen Haiping, "Cousin!"
Chen Haiping was stunned.
Fu Xiangrong cried and said, "Cousin and I are childhood sweethearts. Although the adults didn't say it clearly, Cousin should know my feelings. Cousin, are you just going to watch me marry into the Shengui Sect?"
— — This was the first time in many years that Fu Xiangrong had confessed her feelings so clearly. Furthermore, it was in front of everyone. She cried herself hoarse and her face was covered in tears.
Chen Haiping paused for a moment. He slowly tightened his grip on the sword hilt. After a while, he gently closed his eyes.
"Xiangrong."
That voice traveled through the hall. It was completely different from how he usually sounded. It was hoarse and gloomy.
"You and I are childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts. Even if there is a strong enemy in front of us today, a good man has a three-foot long blade. If I watch my cousin jump into the fire pit and do nothing to save her, then I can't even be considered a man."
"But — — Cousin can't accept your feelings."
"Cousin has always seen you as a younger sister. If I accept your feelings, then I will have let you down."
The hall was silent for a moment. Only Shan Chao shook his head in surprise and said very softly,
"This Eldest Young Master Chen is really a man … …"
Immediately after, he saw Xie Yun from the corner of his eye and suddenly froze.
Xie Yun looked at Chen Haiping, but it was as if she could see through him. She saw a more obscure and ancient past that had long been buried in the sandstorm.
After a long time, a silent, distant, and deep sigh gradually appeared in his eyes.
"… …" Fu Xiangrong's face turned red and white. Tears welled up in her eyes. She suddenly broke down and screamed, "Liar!
You are all liars!
Cousin clearly likes me! "
"I don't want to get married, unless I die — —!"
Only the jingling of ornaments could be heard in front of the hall. Fu Xiangrong rushed towards the stone pillar in the corner of the hall. She was so angry that she wanted to commit suicide!
"Xiangrong!"
Fu Wenjie was not able to walk, the Old Madam was old and weak, and many people in the hall did not react. Shan Chao was the fastest. Just as he was about to block her, he suddenly heard a sound from outside the door — — Whoosh!
Shan Chao suddenly stopped and tilted his head.
A ray of light passed through the crowd and brushed past his cheek. At the moment of imminent peril, he heard a "pa" sound!
"Ah!" Fu Xiangrong was hit in the ankle and fell to the ground with a scream.
At this time, the object slowly fell to the ground. Everyone looked at it and were immediately stunned.
"Tree … …" Someone cried out: "Leaves?"
Falling leaves and flying flowers could hurt people. This was a martial art that had never been heard of in legends!
— — Who was it?
"Eldest Young Miss has a fierce temper," A cold and clear voice of a young man sounded from outside the door. He lazily said: "If you really want to die, it would not be too late to slowly die after you get married."
Everyone suddenly turned their heads and saw that outside the main hall, there was a young man in the middle surrounded by ten silver masked men in black. They had just stepped over the high threshold and walked in openly.
That young man's face was very handsome. His eyes were like stars and his thin lips were bright red. He was even a little too beautiful. But his body was also very sturdy. He was dressed in tight clothes. Through the material of his clothes, one could see the strong muscles on his upper arms, back, and waist.
But there were two things that made people terrified.
First, this person had a head of red short hair. The color of his hair was as bright as blood. Paired with his snow-white skin, it was almost demonic.
Second, there was a pair of weapons on his back — two huge iron hooks.
The hooks were sharp and shiny. They were carried around without sheaths. It was as if he could pull them out at any time and disembowel someone.
"God … …" After a few breaths, a trembling voice came from the crowd: "Shengui Sect … …"
The young man stood in the middle of the main hall with his hands behind his back. He looked relaxed:
"I am Jing Ling, the eldest disciple of the Shengui Sect's first seat. I am the Jing of Emperor Jing's martial arts. The spirit eel is the spirit of the dragon."
"Everyone, please enlighten me."
Shan Chao stared at the masked men beside the young man. His pupils constricted rapidly.
The Commander of the Imperial Guards, Xie Yun's silver mask that never left his face, and the words he heard in the secret passage that day flashed in his mind at the same time.
"Commander Xie is worthy of being an assassin of the Dark Clan … …"
"The Crown Prince's life is still in danger, but you have almost recovered … …"
Whispers continued in the main hall. Fu Wenjie's chest rose and fell violently. After a while, he stared at Jing Ling and said in a hoarse voice: "Young Master Jing, why have you come to my humble home?!"
The hostility in his words was obvious, but Jing Ling didn't seem to notice. He raised one of his eyebrows and said casually: "To propose marriage."
"Although the Casting Sword Village's foundation is shallow, it still has a hundred years of history. We can't allow others to behave atrociously here!
If the Shengui Sect wants to be presumptuous, then don't blame the Casting Sword Village for not showing you any mercy today! "
Jing Ling smiled and asked: "Proposing marriage is considered presumptuous?
Does that mean your daughter doesn't intend to marry in this lifetime? "
Everyone immediately fell to the ground.
"Proposing marriage is not like that. Xiang Rong can't marry into a place as precious as the Shengui Sect!" The matriarch slapped the table and was about to curse when Fu Wenjie sternly interrupted her: "Young Master Jing, please leave!"
Jing Ling's smiling face changed abruptly. A ruthlessness that caused one to be terrified gradually surfaced in the depths of his evil eyes.
"Then what if," He slowly said, "I want to marry her?"
The atmosphere became tense. Everyone in the main hall held their breaths. It was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.
"Dream on!
Who do you think you are. This young miss will not marry you even if I die! "
At this critical moment, Fu Xiang Rong suddenly let out an earth-shattering scream, and then looked around with tears in her eyes. Suddenly, she saw Dan Chao in the crowd, who was wearing monk robes and beads. She immediately roared:
"This young miss would rather marry a monk than marry you!"
Shan Chao: "… …?"
The main hall was completely silent.
If it was said that the earlier silence was due to nervousness, then the current silence was strange.
Jing Ling turned his head in the direction Fu Xiangrong was pointing. He originally wanted to say a few words of mockery, but when his gaze met Shan Chao's, it was as if he was a wolf that had smelled its own kind in the crowd. Without anyone noticing, he trembled.
Shan Chao carried his two swords and stood with his arms crossed. His eyebrows were sharp, and his eyes were clear.
His posture was like that of an unmoving boulder in the desert that had been tempered by wind for thousands of years. He exuded an invisible and powerful aura that caused people to feel a cold hostility from the bottom of their hearts.
"…" Jing Ling looked away and coldly said: "Eldest young miss must be joking.
In any case, you are known as the number one beauty in Wulin. How could you marry a monk. "
When he said this, his hands had already been placed behind his back. His index and middle fingers were slightly bent, and the muscles on his arms were stretched taut.
However, Fu Xiangrong did not see it.
Fu Xiangrong seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes lit up: "Don't you want to marry the number one beauty in Wulin? Good!"
She endured the pain in her feet and staggered forward.
No one could react to what she was going to do, but at this time, her movements were extremely agile. She directly rushed in front of Xie Yun in the crowd and tore off Xie Yun's veil!
"… This is the number one beauty in Wulin!"
Fu Xiangrong pointed at Xie Yun and shouted hoarsely: "Surnamed Jing, let me go and marry her!"
Shan Chao suddenly became angry and snatched the veil from Fu Xiangrong's hands: "You …"
Everyone turned their heads at the same time and saw that Xie Yun's eyes seemed to be a little surprised, but she did not seem to have any emotions. She raised her eyebrows and glanced at Jing Ling who was not far away.
Jing Ling was startled.
He slowly frowned and stared at Xie Yun's face. It was as if some deep memory suddenly flashed in his mind:
"This lady …"
Then he narrowed his eagle-like eyes and stared at Xie Yun's shoulders, chest, and hip bones. He did not say the word 'miss' for a long time.
… His voice stopped.