Jian Wushuang came to the courtyard where he had been practicing swordsmanship with Jian Meng 'er on weekdays.
Usually, Jian Meng 'er would have been waiting here for a long time. But today, when Jian Wushuang came to the courtyard, he did not find Jian Meng' er. Only Jian Lan, who was wearing a black robe and had his hands behind his back, was quietly waiting for him.
Jian Wushuang immediately had a bad premonition.
"Uncle Lan," Jian Wushuang called out as usual.
"You're here?" Jian Lan turned around, and there was no longer any gentleness on his face. Instead, there was only a dignified and cold look on his face. "I think you already know about this. Today, the Mansion Master personally appointed Meng 'er as the new Sword Pavilion Master. After the Sword Marquis Token Battle, the inauguration ceremony will be held. The token that represents the identity of the Sword Pavilion Master should be with you."
Jian Wushuang was stunned.
The token representing the Sword Pavilion Master was the Triple-kill Sword of Sword Marquis Mansion.
The Triple-kill Sword was brought back by his father not long after his travels. It was the long sword on his back that had been kept by him for the past four years.
"Hand it over," Jian Lan said.
Jian Wushuang trembled both physically and mentally. He clenched his teeth and looked at Jian Lan, saying in a low voice, "I want to see Meng 'er!"
"Who is Meng 'er? Do you think you can see her just because you want to?" Jian Lan snorted coldly.
"I will never hand over the Triple-kill Sword until I see Meng 'er," Jian Wushuang said resolutely.
Even at this moment, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. He hoped that all this was because of Jian Lan and that Jian Meng 'er was forced to do so …
"How dare you!" Jian Lan shouted in a low voice and was about to get angry.
"Father." Jian Meng 'er, a beautiful girl in a snow-white dress, slowly walked out of the room.
"Meng 'er." Jian Wushuang looked at her. But at the first glance, the only glimmer of hope in his heart disappeared instantly. He noticed the coldness and heartlessness in the depths of her eyes.
Jian Wushuang immediately understood that she was not forced to do what she did today.
"Have you been lying to me?" Jian Wushuang stared at her and asked.
"Lie to you? No. " Jian Meng 'er shook her head. "I've never promised you anything. Even if you taught me swordsmanship, I've never forced you. It's a deal between us. I've accompanied you for four years, and you've taught me swordsmanship. It's fair!"
"Just a deal?" Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly and asked again, "You should know that the Triple-kill Sword was brought back by my father after he went out to travel. It may be the only clue for me to find my father's whereabouts in the future!"
"I know." She nodded.
Jian Wushuang continued to ask, "You know, my biggest wish in this life is to replace my father and take charge of the Sword Pavilion with the Triple-kill Sword one day!"
"I know that too." Jian Meng 'er nodded again. "But it's just a wish. For you, this wish will never come true. After all, you're just a waste who can't even condense Spiritual Power."
"Waste?" Jian Wushuang could not help but laugh at himself.
Just this morning, he practiced the Heavenly Creation Skill and finally condensed Spiritual Power, becoming a real warrior. He wanted to share this with Jian Meng 'er immediately. But who would have thought that in her eyes, he was just a waste from the beginning to the end? A wretch who could not even condense Spiritual Power?
"Jian Wushuang, now that things have come to this, you should stop pestering me. The more you pester me, the more cowardly you appear. If you are really unwilling to accept this, then use your strength and challenge me fair and square. In this world, everything depends on the fist. You are weak, so who can you blame for being used and deceived?" Jian Meng 'er said coldly.
"So that's how it is? In the end, I'm still too weak? " Jian Wushuang smiled faintly, but his smile was extremely sad. "It turns out that I've always been a fool!"
"Haha, stupid! So stupid! "
"I'm the biggest fool in the world!"
"It's ridiculous!"
Jian Wushuang roared, looking almost crazy.
Jian Lan and Jian Meng 'er looked at him quietly, without the slightest pity in their eyes.
What they said just now, although heartless, was the truth.
In this world, the weak were prey to the strong!
Jian Wushuang laughed miserably. At the same time, his whole mind seemed to be roared by hundreds of millions of thunderbolts at the same time. His face was distorted, and his eyes were extremely complicated. At first, he couldn't believe it, but soon, he was at a loss. Then, he became furious, and even crazy.
But just a moment later, Jian Wushuang's laughter stopped. When he raised his head again, his eyes gradually returned to normal.
Jian Lan and Jian Meng 'er both noticed this change and were very surprised.
What they did not know was that Jian Wushuang's heart had undergone earth-shaking changes in such a short period of time.
Jian Wushuang's original naivety and simplicity were gone at this moment. In this short period of time, he seemed to have experienced decades of vicissitudes.
Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang looked at Jian Meng 'er again. There was no trace of tenderness in his eyes, only a bone-chilling coldness. Being stared at by Jian Wushuang at this moment, Jian Meng' er couldn't help but tremble.
How cold was his eyes?
It was like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.
"Jian Meng 'er, you're right. Only the weak will pretend to be pitiful to win others' sympathy, while the strong speak with their strength. In this case …" Jian Wushuang's voice was cold. The Triple-kill Sword on his back was unsheathed, accompanied by a sword cry.
Chi!
The sharp blade suddenly cut a bloody wound on Jian Wushuang's palm. Jian Wushuang's blood-stained palm suddenly clenched, producing a heart-wrenching pain. Jian Wushuang's face was ferocious as he stared at Jian Meng 'er.
"Two months later, in the Sword Marquis Token Battle, which is the day you take over as Sword Pavilion Master, I will fight with you!"
"I will let everyone know that Sword Pavilion … will always be Sword Pavilion's Sword Pavilion, my father's Sword Pavilion, and my Sword Pavilion. No one else, no matter who they are, can even dream of touching it!"
"I will chop up whoever touches it!"
Blood slowly flowed down his arm and dripped to the ground. At this moment, Jian Wushuang's words were sonorous and powerful.
"As for the Triple-kill Sword, humph …" Jian Wushuang looked at the Sword of Killing in his hand and sneered, "If you want it, I'll give it to you!"
Jian Wushuang threw the Triple-kill Sword to Jian Meng 'er, then turned around and left. When he was about to step out of the courtyard, Jian Wushuang stopped and said in a childish tone.
"I will find you in two months!"
Jian Meng 'er frowned slightly and stared at Jian Wushuang's lonely figure that was gradually disappearing. The Triple-kill Sword in her hand suddenly became as heavy as a thousand pounds …
"Humph, he is just a trash who can't even condense Spiritual Power. He wants to challenge Meng 'er in two months? He should first think of a way to become a true martial artist within two months. "Jian Lan, who was standing at the side, still didn't agree.
Jian Meng 'er's eyebrows immediately relaxed.
That's right. A trash who can't even condense Spiritual Power wants to fight with me in two months?
What a joke!
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