Jiang Wang said, half reminding and half persuading, "You can't always have good luck."“This time, marching into Yang Kingdom, I have gambled everything. If unsuccessful, I will die a hero's death. No...Jiang Wang couldn't bear this at all and was speechless for a moment.

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As the Qi Tianjiao, who had overpowered Wang Yiwu, was silenced by her single sentence, the beautiful woman smiled, covering her mouth.

Her eyes sparkled with spring, but as the head of a troupe of performers, she knew when to stop and leave room for lingering thoughts. Without saying much more, she gave Jiang Wang one last glance, then swayed her hips and walked away.

A perfectly round and plump peach, hazy and dancing back and forth in my eyes, captivated my gaze, never relenting. Then suddenly, with a sharp turn, it vanished at the end of the corridor.

It leaves one feeling deeply melancholic.

Xu Xiangqian often comes here "to gather inspiration," or there is some reason for it.

But Jiang Wang was a ruthless killer, dismembering his victims with the precision of a butcher carving beef. When it came to matters of the heart, however, he was clumsy and inept. Blind to everything else, all he could think about was...

If a battle were to take place, how could one gain the upper hand fastest in such an environment

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Only two forms of the Ren Dao Sword Style and one of the Yan Que Chn Hua had passed through my mind when that beautiful woman swayed her body and walked back into sight.

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Well, this sword must be aimed at...

Jiang Wang subconsciously glanced at the beautiful woman's white and tender neck, and quickly dispersed his sword intent.

I am sorry, I'm sorry. He apologized in his heart.

The beautiful woman naturally noticed where Jiang Wang's gaze lingered, but she apparently misunderstood. A smile played at the corner of her eyes, she intentionally or unintentionally tugged at her collar, but it seemed like she didn't pull it well, instead exposing even more of her swan-like neck.

The curve is alluring, the creamy white scenery extending into her collar...

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She, however, maintained a composed expression: “Young Master Jiang, my master requests your presence.”

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"Thank you for your help." Jiang Wang said.

"This way, please." The beautiful woman turned around and led the way.

Her figure was exaggeratedly curvaceous, as if she possessed an innate ability to hook the viewer's gaze, pulling their eyes along with the undulating hills.

His cultivation wasn't apparent, so it was hard to tell what level of strength he possessed. Was he an inner court disciple or an outer court disciple And what about Qin Lian, the mistress of this water pavilion, what was her cultivation like As the master of the Heart-Calming Palace, Jiang Wuye had the qualifications to vie for the Dragon Throne. The power he held in his hands must be formidable.

Jiang Wang followed behind, silently weighing his options.

The beautiful woman apparently didn't know what it meant to flirt with a blind person, because Jiang Wang's eyes were clearly very effective. His eyes were clean, bright, and full of spirit.

And he was very good at appreciating beautiful women, even knowing how to look at their necks.

He is also friends with Confucian scholars like Xu Xiangqian who borrowed money to visit brothels. How could he be unaware of the ways of the world Those occasional awkwardnesses were likely deliberate expressions of charm.

Today's young people are stylish.

“Master Jiang,” she walked ahead, flaunting her charms as if unintentionally, saying, “We’re well-acquainted now, aren’t we Acquaintanceship at first sight, familiarity on the second.”

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Her "per" character, bitten with the utmost lightness and softness, was like a whisper in her ear.

"After that, she continued, “If you come to the water pavilion next time, you can come find me directly. If I'm not out dealing with things, just have someone ask for Peach Girl. No matter how busy I am, I will see you.”

Peach Fairy...

Jiang Wang searched his mind for this name, wanting to know which clan or powerful individual in the Qi state he could align with. After a while of searching, he found nothing.

"With gratitude, Jiang Wang thanks you for your hospitality."

In his heart, he thought, with the peach maiden's attitude so enthusiastic, it showed that Jiang Wu Xie still gave face. It seemed that the matter of the near-sea islands could be discussed.

The Wen Yu Shui Xie was built on a small lake enclosed within a perimeter. This lake is not open to the public and is said to draw its water from the living currents of the Zi River.

The pavilion stands by the water, the towers reflect in rippling waves, creating a unique and enchanting atmosphere.

Following Taomiao around the wooden stairs and through several water corridors, they finally arrived at a private attic.

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The heavy gate was closed tight. Two guards, both pale-faced and clean-shaven, stood on either side of the entrance, their postures casual. Upon seeing Taomiao, they both nodded in acknowledgement.

If an ordinary master, in guarding the gate for the Lord of Yuxin Palace, would definitely not be so free and easy.

Jiang Wang thought, and followed Tao Niang as she pushed open the door and walked into the inner room.

Walking through the beautiful scenery, passing through two gates, a vista suddenly opened up before my eyes.

Three water corridors converge to form a pavilion, evenly distributing the pool of water.

That pavilion is in the middle of the water.

With strikingly beautiful features, Jiang Wuxie lazily reclined on a soft cushion. On each side of him stood two beautiful maidservants, massaging his calves.

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Hearing the noise, he raised his head and glanced this way.

"Thank you for your trouble," I said to Tao Nü.

Then, with a friendly and intimate beckoning gesture, she called out: "Jiang Qingyang, come here!"

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He seemed to be on close terms with Jiang Wang, behaving as if they were the best of friends and could be utterly unrestrained.

Then Taonü stopped on the side of the water corridor and only said to Jiang Wang: “Please be careful, sir.”

That voice, so soft.

From the demeanor of the two masters at the door and Jiang Wuji's own attitude, it can be seen that Taomang's identity is not simple. It is probably not a role that can be explained by a water pavilion welcoming and sending guests.

"Thank you," Jiang Wang said politely.

Then, he strode in and walked calmly into the pavilion.

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In Qixing Valley, he had never shown any deference to Jiang Wu Xie. Though this trip was for a request from the latter, he remained equally undiminished in his own stature.

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He wanted to ask Jiang Wuxie for help, but it wasn't "begging," but "exchanging."

Exchange the value that you can afford for Jiang Wu Xie's current investment.

This is a transaction based on mutual respect and equality. Whether it succeeds or not depends on how Jiang Wuxie weighs the pros and cons.

On Jiang Wang's side, there is at most a "please." That means they will accept this favor.

He walked into this pavilion, seated himself on the grand chair brought by a beautiful maidservant, and said with composure, “Your Highness is so elegant.”

From this large chair alone, one could tell that Jiang Wu Xie held no disrespect for Jiang Wang. For he could have made Jiang Wang stand, or given him only a small embroidered cushion.

This grand chair is broad and spacious, the wood is well-seasoned and lustrous. It is worthy of a distinguished guest.

At this time, he leaned against the soft couch. It wasn't a lack of formality, but rather a display of greater closeness to nature.

Jiang Wu Xie lightly bit into a blue, juicy orb of fruit with no name. To the slender maidservant on her left, she said: "Would you like to offer this great Qi prodigy a piece of fruit"

The maidservant chided him with a light slap, saying, “Your Highness,”

Jiang Wu Xie then smiled and turned to Jiang Wang, speaking softly: "Please forgive me, Qingyang. These are my loved ones, and I cannot order them to entertain anyone at will. Just enjoy the river breeze."

There was a hint of fondness in his words.

It has to be said, that slightly sinister yet not at all lascivious smile adds to his charm, and I'm afraid few women could resist it.

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From the dazed look in those two maids' eyes, one could tell a great deal.

Jiang Wuji's attitude towards his maidservant did not surprise Jiang Wang.

The master of the Palace of Nourishing the Heart was notorious for his love of flowers.

He could only smile wryly and say, “Jiang Wang has known hardship all his life. He’s used to drinking on his own terms and isn’t very comfortable being treated.”

He glanced casually at the deserted waterway, where only the wind seemed to flow. He withdrew his gaze and asked directly: "Would it be convenient to speak"

He had no time, nor the inclination to idly chat with Jiang Wu Xie. Jiang Wu Xie, with his status, couldn't possibly be as carefree and relaxed as he pretended to be.

To get straight to the point is a form of respect for each other.

Ginger Wu Xie wiped his mouth lightly with a kerchief, sat up straight, and looked at Ginger Wang: "All the people here are my close friends. If you have anything to say, just say it."

>We of the Baiyujing must never be lacking in respect."He hooked his arm around Lin Xian's shoulder: "Come, let's go downstairs and chat in detail. Don't let this little thing interfere with Brother Ji...