No one would have thought that Shen Zhenyi would actually refuse.
Shen Zhongshan sparring with someone in the First Sword Tower was like an emperor inviting a commoner to the throne room to discuss national affairs, or a super-rich person inviting someone to discuss business.
For a swordsman, this was an incredible honor.
Shen Zhongshan was a master swordsman who had been famous for three hundred years. For three hundred years, countless people wanted to challenge him, but at least in terms of sword moves, he had never lost once.
Shen Zhenyi actually said that he would not go?
"Is he afraid?"
The old madam was furious. She never thought that Shen Zhenyi would be such a rascal. He said that he would not go. This was too immoral.
"No..."
The subordinate had a strange expression. "He said that no one could summon him. If Shen Zhongshan wants to see him, he should come here himself."
What?
The old madam could not believe her ears.
Although she did not think highly of Shen Zhongshan, she still saw his status in the World of Eight Cultivators. Even the Emperor of the Great Moon Dynasty would be polite when speaking to Shen Zhongshan. Who would be like this brat and fiercely rebuke him?
Does he really think that his swordsmanship is invincible?
The old madam laughed sinisterly. "That's good. This way, Shen Zhongshan will have no room to step down. If he doesn't kill this brat, how can he maintain the face of a master swordsman?"
Shen Zhongshan's expression turned ugly when he heard this reply.
He invited Shen Zhenyi to the First Sword Tower because he wanted to hear the other party's explanation. After all, he was a master of a sect and would not believe only one side. Moreover, Shen Zhenyi had his blood and was the descendant of Shen Mengtian. He was so outstanding in swordsmanship, so it was inevitable that he would be biased.
But Shen Zhenyi's words were not giving him any face at all.
"If you want me to see him, can he take my words?"
Shen Zhongshan said angrily. The sword qi in his abdomen was activated, and he could kill with a word. The table in front of him was cut in half by his words!
When Shen Zhenyi said this, he didn't think too much about it.
Shen Zhongshan's swordsmanship wasn't bad — but it was merely 'not bad', and this was the World of Eight Cultivators.
Chen Mengtian could be said to be a genius. The Myriad Convergence Sword Scripture that he created had actually already completely displayed the essence of the 12 Sword Towers' many years of storage. As long as Shen Zhenyi deduced the sword techniques of the Twelve Sword Towers from the Myriad Convergence Sword Scripture, he would be able to obtain all of them. Thus, he did not really care about meeting Shen Zhongshan.
He'd only come to the 12 Sword Towers this time for the sake of taking back Chen Mengtian's belongings and deducing the profundities of the Myriad Convergence Sword Scripture from them. At least, he could spend less energy when teaching disciples.
If Shen Zhenyi didn't want to be summoned, then he wouldn't.
If Shen Zhenyi really wanted to discuss swordsmanship with him and personally asked for guidance, Shen Zhenyi would not be stingy with his guidance.
That was why he spoke like this. However, when the way he spoke fell into the ears of others, it would sound unpleasant.
Even the always insolent Cynanchum Chinense complained, "Master, we are in the Abandoned Sword Villa. You can say whatever you want, but can't you be a little more polite when you speak outside?"
Princess Long smiled and said, "Master is like this. I'm afraid he can't change."
Shen Zhenyi didn't care. He was only waiting to get Chen Mengtian's belongings so that he could turn around and leave. He didn't care about anything else.
This situation was really awkward.
The elders of the 12 Sword Towers were experienced and knowledgeable, but they had never encountered such a situation.
"Why are the youngsters nowadays like this? In the past, whenever the Sect Master mentioned someone's name in the First Sword Tower, as long as that person was a swordsman, he would be so excited that he couldn't sleep. He would even gladly accept his death. This Shen Zhenyi …"
"Doesn't he understand that the so-called swordsmanship competition is actually between the Sect Master and him? If he's so afraid of death, what kind of reputation does he have? "
"Maybe he's just afraid of death, so he pretends not to understand!"
For a moment, there were all kinds of opinions, but Shen Zhenyi didn't go to the First Sword Tower and didn't play by the rules. Everyone could only stare at him.
Shen Zhenyi was still urging, "When will you get the ancestor's belongings? Our time is precious, and we have to return to the Abandoned Sword Villa soon."
— — You really don't treat yourself as an outsider!
The deacons complained in their hearts, but they had no choice but to report back to Shen Zhongshan truthfully.
Shen Zhongshan blew his beard and glared. Do I really have to meet him in person? Otherwise, this fight really won't happen …
The challenge, which was originally not weak, became a joke because of Shen Zhenyi's rejection.
The Old Madam couldn't sit still. If Shen Zhenyi fooled around, wouldn't her son's death be in vain?
She visited the First Sword Tower again. Recently, she went to see Shen Zhongshan more often than when she was a newlywed.
Shen Zhongshan knew the purpose of her visit and said impatiently, "I know, I know! This kid is so rude, I will teach him a lesson! "
He was also holding back his anger. The original script was to hope that Shen Zhenyi would go to the First Sword Tower, and Shen Zhongshan would be the first to speak in a sword competition and frighten him. If he was a promising talent, he would be accepted into the Twelve Sword Towers. If he was an ignorant person, he would be killed.
Now, in this situation, did he have to make things clear?
Shen Zhenyi was really muddle-headed. If he forced him to say that he wanted to kill him, then he wouldn't be able to take it back!
Shen Zhongshan was unhappy and returned to the quiet room. The sword boy beside him saw his melancholy and reminded him, "Since the Third Young Master Shen didn't come to see you, Sect Master can think of a way to meet him? Since he came to get the First Young Master's belongings, why not let him go to the Young Master's courtyard and get it himself? When the time comes, Sect Master can meet him, right? "
The sword boy had been by Shen Zhongshan's side for a long time. He observed his expression and guessed Shen Zhongshan's thoughts, so he suggested a private meeting.
Shen Zhongshan's eyes lit up and laughed, "That's a great plan, let's arrange it like that!"
Thus, on the second day, Shen Zhenyi received a message saying that they could go to the courtyard where Shen Mengtian used to live and sort out his belongings. After that, they could leave the Twelve Sword Towers.
"Could there be an ambush?"
Chu Huoluo was a scheming person. She was the first one to suspect.
"So what if there is an ambush?"
Shen Zhenyi was still indifferent.
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