Really not a villain

Mu Jiangling was deeply convinced: "Nanzhou is indeed full of disasters, and Zhao Wuwang is not an easy manager."

"So, shall we go or not?"

"Go, why not go, everyone has come to invite us, if we really don't go, we will probably be targeted by the Nanzhou Inspection Department in the future."

Su Chongjiu: "...I'm fine, I'm just afraid that you won't be able to control yourself, and when you see someone playing happily on it, you'll jump on it as soon as your brain gets hot."

Mu Jiangling fully agreed: "No, no, no! Absolutely not."

The Wentian Festival this time was held at Qingyun Terrace, and the location was naturally on Zhongnan Mountain.

There was an endless stream of people at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, each of them collected their treasures honestly and climbed up the winding and narrow mountain road.

Su Chongjiu pulled Mu Jiangling off the flying sword, and said solemnly: "You are not allowed to use swords here!"

"So domineering." Mu Jiangling put away his sword, brushed the dust off his clothes, and confirmed to Su Chongjiu again, "We were invited here for a cutscene, to join in the fun, right?"

Su Chongjiu: "Yes."

Mu Jiangling pointed at the person at the mountain crossing: "Then what is he doing?"

Su Chongjiu looked at what he was pointing at, and the man was yelling at the group of monks surrounding him: "Buy and leave! Win or lose!"

Su Chongjiu: "..."

There was a lot of excitement over there, and Mu Jiangling felt itchy and eager to try: "Why don't we go and bet?"

Su Chongjiu: "Why hasn't Qingyuntai knocked those people down the mountain?"

"This kind of thing is clearly banned, and there will be underground ones. It's better to just put it on the table." Mu Jiangling ran to get a booklet, and pulled Su Chongjiu to read it together. , "Look at this, and that, hiss—my mother, why is there a love affair?"

Su Chongjiu wondered: "That martial idiot? He's willing to give him face? It's strange."

Turning another page, the words "Mu Jiangling" are impressively written on the first column.

"..."

"There are only a dozen or so people in total, I..." Mu Jiangling was speechless for a while, closed the booklet with a snap, and tilted his head, "Why don't we just bet on a relationship?"

"You can bet on whomever you like, anyway, I don't play. By the way, don't you bet on yourself?"

"I don't go on stage! I'm very low-key."

Su Chongjiu thought seriously: "Then we will bet all our property on you, and you will knock them all down and make a fortune?"

Mu Jiangling: "Hi!"

Su Chongjiu: "Just kidding."

Duan Qing is a veritable martial idiot, on the way of swordsmanship, not to mention among his peers, even if he is 30 or [-] years older, he may not be more comprehensible than him.This person has been alone all year round, with a cold face, and he doesn't see any companions around him, and he carries a love-severing sword on his back wherever he goes.His master's school is also notoriously eccentric. Each generation only accepts one disciple, and he never speaks when he teaches swordsmanship. Every now and then, he throws his apprentices into a stone cave full of sword marks. One pass lasts ten days. half a month.With such preaching, it is no wonder that Duan Qing is so indifferent.

However, this person is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and he is naturally chivalrous and courageous. When he meets a rebel, he will beheaded as soon as he says it, and he will never tolerate it. There are countless wicked people and monsters under his hands.

Su Chongjiu: "Don't look so happy, can you? It's a shame!"

Mu Jiangling: "It's not like you don't know! My admiration for Brother Duan is like a surging river..."

Su Chongjiu said with disgust, "I don't know you at all."

They were delayed by some things halfway, in fact, they were already half a day late, and the several arenas set up outside the sacrificial hall were already in full swing.

Mu Jiangling saw the tall and aloof figure standing on the first ring at a glance, grabbed Su Chongjiu's arm, and screamed excitedly: "Brother Duan, Brother Duan!!!! Ah Jiu, look! My mother is as cold as I thought!!! That look! That standing posture! I can’t do it, I’m having difficulty breathing now, or you can give me two needles...someone is on stage!! !! Who gave him the courage!!!”

Su Chongjiu covered her ears unbearably: "Noisy!"

The person who came to the stage put on a coquettish pose, thinking he was chic and said: "I've heard about Duan Shaoxia's name for a long time, but seeing him today really deserves his reputation, it's heartbreaking. I'm Wang Yue, please enlighten me!"

Mu Jiangling: "I think this person will be beaten badly."

Su Chongjiu: "Why?"

Mu Jiangling: "Too much nonsense."

Su Chongjiu: "You just can't understand him going up to challenge Duanqing, right?!"

After a few rounds of back and forth on the stage, Mu Jiangling took a few glances, then suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Ah Jiu, why do I think that Wang Yue looks familiar?"

"You say that..." Su Chongjiu slapped his thigh, and suddenly said, "Isn't that the guy you laughed at for a long time, who spent a lot of money betting to lose his love?"

With a clang, Wang Yue's sword was thrown out by Duan Qing. He was unarmed for a while, and he hurriedly said: "Admit defeat! I admit defeat!"

Duan Qing didn't stop, but stopped in front of him, raised his long sword, and said coldly: "Scumbag."

Wang Yue was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "I don't have a weapon, why not admit defeat?"

Duan Qing said: "It's okay to admit defeat, but I've never met you before, why did you poison me?"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Mu Jiangling was furious: "What shameless thing!"

Su Chongjiu pulled him hard: "Calm down!"

On the stage, Wang Yue yelled loudly: "You speak empty words and slander people indiscriminately! Tell me, what poison did I poison you? Aren't you standing still?!"

Duanqing paused, and insisted: "I don't know. But if you don't leave the antidote, you can never leave."

Wang Yue: "The Severing Love Sword is so unreasonable. I clearly just came up to ask for advice, but you slandered me for poisoning! Where did I get the antidote? If I can't get it out, do you have to kill me on the spot?"

There was a whisper in the audience.

"Everyone! Everyone, stay safe and don't be impatient!" Seeing that the matter could not be easily dealt with, someone had already called for the disciple of Qingyuntai who was in charge of the Wentian Sacrifice.Zhao Wuwang rushed over from another place, followed by a man who looked like a pharmacist, "The one behind me is the pharmacist from Qingyun Terrace, if Duan Shaoxia is trustworthy, let this one take a look, how about it?"

"Why is it him again?" Mu Jiangling curled his lips, "There is him everywhere."

Su Chongjiu said: "The steward of the inspection department, listening to the scenery, in fact, the inner disciples who are really valued don't bother to go to this position. Zhao Wuwang's talent is mediocre, if he wants to climb up, he naturally has to show his face more."

Mu Jiangling: "Tch."

The pharmacist made a diagnosis, then turned around and whispered a few words to Zhao Wuwang.

Zhao Wuwang frowned, and immediately stepped forward, whispering something to Duan Qing, while Wang Yue sneered.

After listening to Duan Qing, the voice was neither loud nor soft, just so that the people around the ring could hear clearly: "No matter what he said, I was indeed poisoned."

Zhao Wuwang was embarrassed: "But the pharmacist didn't find any traces of the poison from Duan Shaoxia's body."

Wang Yue said: "I still admired Duan Shaoxia quite a lot, so I wanted to ask for advice even though I knew I was going to lose, never would have thought..."

The direction of the wind below gradually changed.

"Empty talk..."

"It's hard to say..."

"Maybe it's just a lack of follow-up, find an excuse..."

Duan Qing stood on the ring with a cold face, pursed her lips tightly, and heard the discussion below, her face turned slightly pale, thinking that she had never encountered such a thing.

Even so, he still refused to let go: "I never slandered him. If I don't leave an antidote, I don't want to leave."

Mu Jiangling couldn't stand it anymore: "That pharmacist is fake, right?"

Su Chongjiu: "How is it possible, the pharmacist at Qingyuntai, if it was a fake, he would have been driven away."

Mu Jiangling: "Then look, is Duan Qing poisoned?"

Su Chongjiu pondered and said: "It's hard to say. It's too far away. If it's really poisoned, it's a poison that can't be easily detected. I'm not a genius doctor. I can tell it from a long distance."

Mu Jiangling's hands hidden under his sleeves tightened and tightened, and finally he let go. He turned around and said, "Let's go, don't look."

Su Chongjiu hurriedly turned his head to follow, walked and said, "I thought you would rush up, kick Zhao Wuwang away, and then let me see if Duanqing is poisoned."

"That can't be done." Mu Jiangling shook his head and laughed, "If I was alone today, of course I would rush up and scold Wang Yue regardless of whether 21 pointed at Wang Yue's nose. I don’t know each other. But if I go up and make trouble like this, I will definitely be embarrassed by Qingyuntai, and you will not stand by and watch, and you will have to diagnose Duanqing. Wouldn’t it be against your wishes to be involved in the storm with me? If you want to become famous, you wouldn't sneak away that time in Nanchuan City."

"You are..." Su Chongjiu hugged his shoulder heavily. After thinking for a long time, he didn't know what to say, so he could only explain in a low voice, "My master has repeatedly told me not to go down the mountain to practice without causing strong winds and waves. I'll go back as soon as three years have passed, and I don't know what the old man is thinking..."

"Uh, now that you put it that way, my master seems to be..."

Suddenly, a thunderbolt shouted from the ring: "Duanqing! What are you going to do!"

Mu Jiangling turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw a group of people dressed in Qingyuntai disciples' costumes surrounded Duan Qing, and Wang Yue hid behind Zhao Wuwang trembling.

Zhao Wuwang shouted: "You really don't care about my Qingyuntai! Admit your mistakes before it's too late!"

Duan Qing just glanced coldly at him outside the circle, patted the scabbard, and the Severing Love Sword that had been put away just now came out of its sheath, with a cold light flickering and a flash of cold light, and actually shot at the disciple of Qingyuntai up.Hand to hand, he didn't hurt anyone, and those who fell were just knocked out, as if he had entered the land of no one, he walked slowly and firmly in the direction of Wang Yue.

After a while, a group of disciples were all knocked to the ground, Duan Qing didn't have a drop of blood on her hands, she easily came in front of Zhao Wuwang, and said to Wang Yue: "The antidote."

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