Login with GoogleChapter 162: Returning to Kunshan (Part Three)
Zhou Yan was already troubled enough by Xiaoxiao's unauthorized departure from the mountain, but he never expected her to come to this kind of place...
Glancing at the girl sitting there with a forced smile, Zhou Yan closed his eyes slightly, feeling both angry and helpless, and chose a seat for himself.
Coincidentally, he sat right beside Qiao Wan, looking down at the crystal-clear wine cup in front of him.
Qiao Wan's head almost exploded, but she noticed that Zhou Yan wasn't paying any attention to her. Although Zhou Yan didn't look at her for a second, it was clear that he was still paying attention to Mu Xiaoxiao and what was happening at the Song family's place.
A maid entered with a lacquered plate, and to Qiao Wan's surprise, she saw watermelon in it! The watermelon had a thin rind, big juicy flesh, and was sweet and red!
Qiao Wan's stiff body relaxed a bit, and she lowered her hat brim, trying to quietly enjoy the watermelon.
As the guests arrived one by one, Song Yuzhen, the master of the Song family, raised his wine cup and warmly greeted them.
"Today, it is the fortune of the Song family that all of you are willing to come to our residence."
The men around Qiao Wan proudly lifted their wine glasses and laughed loudly.
"You're too kind, sir!"
"Sir, you are kind and generous. We are grateful that you invite us to have a drink here. We have been in the Liu Xu Desert for so many days without even water to drink. We have been craving good wine like this."
Someone flattered, and Mr. Song from the Song family smiled even more proudly: "My taoist friends, don't be so polite. Today, we are having a grand feast at the Song Mansion. Please feel free to drink. If it's not enough, I will ask someone to bring more from the wine cellar."
Qiao Wan was pleased to show her support, and the Song Mansion was happy to accept. Everyone was enjoying themselves.
After some small talk, Mr. Song finally mentioned the main purpose and called for Miss Mu Xiaoxiao to come forward.
"Today, there is actually another happy event, which is my son's wedding."
"This is Miss Mu, who will be the new bride of the Song Mansion in the future. We have invited everyone here today to meet and get to know her."
Although Mr. Song was only in the realm of Gold Core, there were many cultivators in the Song Mansion who were in the Qi Refining and Foundation Building stages. Even if it's just ants, they can still bite an elephant. Moreover, Shuofeng Town was under the jurisdiction of the Song Mansion, and if one wanted to leave, they would have to either cross Shuofeng Town or cross the Liu Xu Desert. No matter which road they choose, it wouldn't be easy. Mu Xiaoxiao was trapped in the Song Mansion and couldn't retreat.
Upon hearing Song Yuzhen's words, the young girl walked forward with a pale face.
In the light, she looked more and more beautiful, but Mu Xiaoxiao's smile seemed a bit distant.
As Mu Xiaoxiao stepped out, a man in white by her side lowered his gaze, his fingertips slightly moving as he held onto his sword, yet he didn't approach.
"I can't help but feel that Miss Mu is unwilling," whispered a wandering cultivator to Qiao Wan on her left.
Glancing over, the leader saw a towering man swiftly close his mouth.
This was ultimately a matter of the Song family, and it wasn't necessary for outsiders to intervene. After finishing this trip and getting paid, why bother with so many words?
Finally, the young girl seemed to have made up her mind. Biting her lower lip, she gathered her courage and said, "During this time, I have been taken care of by the Master and Madam, but as a lowly person, I dare not dream of marrying into the Song family."
Originally, they had thought their son had found someone easy to control, but they hadn't expected that Mu Xiaoxiao would dare to publicly reject their face.
Song Yuzhen tightly held his wine glass, his smile freezing for a moment before quickly breaking into another smile. "Miss Mu, what are you saying? There is no question of being deserving or undeserving. As long as my son likes you, you will be the new bride of our Song family. Anyone who dares to speak ill of you will have their mouth sewn shut."
"Mr. Song, I..." The young girl seemed to have made up her mind, looking up. "I don't want to."
"I don't want to marry Song Qiyuan," Xiaoxiao said, shocking Song Qiyuan. "You?!"
Song Yuzhen's expression changed abruptly.
The guests at the banquet, who were invited to eat and drink, were all bewildered.
What kind of development is this?!
It seems like this girl is unwilling.
Song Yuzhen, who was used to being domineering in Shuofeng Town, couldn't maintain his dignity.
Who can come and save her?
Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes turned red.
Master...
Pei Chunzheng...
Little Phoenix...
Who can come and save her?
Qiao Wan's expression turned cold.
Even if you know how the story unfolds, seeing a girl being forced into a marriage doesn't make the heart happy.
According to the story, it's now time for Zhou Yan to step in.
Seeing Mu Xiaoxiao refusing to drink the toast, Song Yuzhen secretly clenched his glass and said with a fake smile, "Miss Mu must be tired. Let's take her back to rest."
Immediately, two attendants came forward, "Please" take Mu Xiaoxiao back to her room to rest.
Witnessing this scene, no one in the room moved. Most people chose to protect themselves wisely.
As Mu Xiaoxiao was about to be taken away, suddenly a chopstick flew in diagonally, hitting one of the Song family servants' hand. The servant cried out in pain.
Song Yuzhen's face turned cold, "Who?!"
Soon after, a second chopstick followed.
This time, it struck the second servant's knee, causing the servant to fall to the ground.
From Qiao Wan's direction, across the thin silk in front of her, Zhou Yan quietly threw out two chopsticks from his sleeve. Although he helped Mu Xiaoxiao out of trouble, he had no intention of getting involved himself.
Zhou Yan sighed softly in his heart.
Xiaoxiao was still being protected by him too well. The disciples of Yuqing Peak, unexpectedly encountered these servants and forgot to resist.
Noticing the gaze from the right side, Zhou Yan glanced sideways.
It was still this woman wearing a veil. This woman seemed young, yet she could tell it was him.
Song Yuzhen scanned the crowd with his eyes, but still couldn't find the person who dropped the chopsticks. His face turned even worse.
"What's the point of pretending? If anyone has any grievances against me, Song Yuzhen, feel free to step forward. We can settle it between the two of us."
The room fell silent.
Until suddenly, a chilly male voice rang out.
"Forcing a young girl, is this the way of the Song family?"
The man in white beside Qiao Wan calmly stood up.
When Mu Xiaoxiao heard the sound, she paused for a moment, her shoulders trembling. She followed the direction of the sound.
The sound was... her master!!
In the crowd stood a man in white, with an expressionless face and average looks.
Who was Song Yuzhen? Known in Shuofeng Town for his domineering and authoritarian behavior, he had been experiencing a series of failures lately, and his face couldn't hide his frustration anymore.
"Who are you? What do you mean by these words?"
As soon as Mu Xiaoxiao saw this man, Zhou Yan, she immediately recognized him and her eyes welled up with tears.
This voice, and the way he carried himself, there was no doubt that this was her master.
"Master!"
Master?
When they heard this address, Song Yuzhen and the onlookers were all momentarily stunned.
The man walked past the table and approached the girl, his gaze falling on her face. His expression softened slightly, but then turned cold again.
"Stand behind me."
Mu Xiaoxiao took a step back in fear, anxiously clutching onto the man's clothes, her eyes filled with tears: "Master... Master, Xiaoxiao was wrong."
Master?!
This man is Mu Xiaoxiao's master?!
Song Qiyuan quickly stood up and said, "Senior... Is this Miss Mu's master?"
If this is Miss Mu's master, then he must be respected like a father. I must pay my respects properly.
No.
Qiao Wan bit into a watermelon, unable to comment on the strange logic.
If someone's daughter was kidnapped for marriage, which parent would have a good expression?! And they still hurried to come and pay respects?
Zhou Yan, who was easily tired, felt a little weary.
But the person he was protecting behind him was his beloved little disciple. Even if she caused trouble, he had to handle it himself. He spoke with a deep voice, "I never knew when my disciple became your unofficial wife."
Song Qiyuan was stunned.
Finally, the people in the Song residence realized that something was wrong.
This was clearly someone causing trouble!
Song Yuzhen's face darkened: "Someone! Take this person who is speaking nonsense and throw them out!"
As soon as the words fell, a sword light flew out, standing firmly in front of the two, preventing the servants from approaching.
This sword light was furious like a storm with thunder and lightning, majestic and radiant. It overshadowed the surrounding lights, leaving only this dazzling sword light in the whole room.
Suddenly, there was silence all around.
"That's the Yuqing Sword!" someone in the crowd exclaimed, "It's Zhou Yan! This person is Yuqing Spiritual Master Zhou Yan!"
Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment.
Although she had a romantic fling with Mu Xiaoxiao, it was true that Zhou Yan was able to sit in the position of Yuqing Spiritual Master because of his exceptional swordsmanship. Even Elder Martial Brother had admitted that his sword skills were far inferior to his master's.
Qiao Wan slightly lost her focus and silently clenched her fist.
This sword, also the reason why she had respected and admired Zhou Yan for so many years, was something she was willing to pursue with all her might.
She used to wish that Zhou Yan, the greatest swordsman of the age, would look at her, even if it was just a glance.
Zhou Yan didn't usually go out much, he mostly sat at Yuqing Peak and meditated on swordsmanship. In the cultivator world, more people recognized his swordsmanship than recognized him personally.
"This is Yuqing Spiritual Master! It's Yuqing Spiritual Master Zhou Yan!"
He's here!
Qiao Wan felt a jolt through her body, quickly composed herself, and immediately joined the crowd to watch this stunning sword light, occasionally exclaiming in awe.
"Is this really Yuqing Spiritual Master?"
The legendary swordsman!
Is this person really Yuqing Spiritual Master Zhou Yan? Song Yuzhen wondered in disbelief. How could this be possible?
Didn't they say that Yuqing Spiritual Master Zhou Yan never leaves the mountain easily?
This must be some imposter using the name of Yuqing Spiritual Master for fame!
But as his gaze turned to Mu Xiaoxiao, Song Yuzhen's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.
It is said that Yuqing Spiritual Master only accepted three disciples, and these two disciples... seem to have the last name Mu...
And Mu Xiaoxiao seems to be around the same age as that so-called second disciple.
Finally, the moment of recognizing each other as master and disciples arrived. Mu Xiaoxiao choked up and tears welled up in her dark eyes.
In an instant, the whole banquet became chaotic. Everyone rushed forward, wanting to get a clear view of the sword light.
Qiao Wan took a step to the left, but underestimated the enthusiasm of the onlookers. Unexpectedly, she was squeezed next to Song Qiyuan .
"Get lost!!"
Witnessing this scene, Song Qiyuan knew that the beautiful woman he had yearned for was about to disappear. His anger burst out, and he drew his sword, smashing Qiao Wan's hat off her head, and angrily shouted, "Who do you think you are, trying to get close to me, a nobody?!"
