She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

Chapter 392 Kind and Weak Jianghu No. 1 Beauty 24

Jiang Jingyu felt a little relieved: "Then I really want to thank Miss Shen for being so kind."

Shen Yuwan sat silently beside Wen Guihan, and felt worried when he saw that he was being targeted by several people.

Wen Guihan drank one cup after another. No matter how good his alcohol tolerance was, he couldn't hold it back. A blush had already appeared on his cold, white face.

Shen Yuwan couldn't understand why everyone was targeting Master Wen, as he was clearly the Shen family's benefactor.

But his parents turned a blind eye to the difficulties he was facing, and just now his mother even belittled Master Wen in some veiled way.

Shen Yuwan absentmindedly poked the food in the bowl with his chopsticks. He was very worried and the whole New Year's Eve dinner tasted like chewing wax.

Shen Weicang was still pestering Jiang Jingyu to chat: "Mr. Jiang, are there any enemies between your sects? I heard that your Qingyun Sect and Hongmei Villa have a feud."

Jiang Jingyu laughed. Miss Shen actually knew these rumors.

"Indeed, we have not had any dealings with Hongmei Villa in recent years. If disciples from our sect encounter people from Hongmei Villa when they go down the mountain, they must avoid them."

Jiang Jingyu thought of his master's hesitation to speak and sighed in his heart. He knew what his master wanted to say, but in the end he said nothing.

"Why are they avoiding each other?" Shen Weicang was somewhat puzzled. "When enemies meet, shouldn't they fight?"

Jiang Jingyu explained: "This is the master's order, he said..."

His master's words echoed in his mind:

"I feel guilty. If I met them, I would just let them beat me up. You have no grudge against Hongmei Villa, so I can't let you get beaten up for nothing."

So I had to hide.

After hearing what he said, Shen Weicang said to himself, "I said it was because Sect Leader Yan broke the jade hairpin."

"A jade hairpin?"

Jiang Jingyu thought of the broken hairpin that her master had given her and shook her head slightly.

Yan Zijing's master and Yin Yuemei's mother both need thousand-year-old blood ginseng to save their lives, but blood ginseng is still easy to deal with. How can everyone have one thousand-year-old blood ginseng?

Yin Yuemei was defeated by Yan Zijing, and Yan Zijing did not give in either. During the fight, Yan Zijing broke the jade hairpin of love and snatched the thousand-year-old blood ginseng first.

The life of Yin Yuemei's mother separated the two of them, so the jade hairpin was the most insignificant object.

Shen Weicang exclaimed, "Huh?" This was not what she heard from Wen Guihan.

Wen Guihan said that the reason why Yin Yuemei was defeated in the fight was because she had been injured before, and the sleeve arrow that injured her happened to be shot by Yan Zijing.

Yin Yuemei felt that Yan Zijing was a sinister villain who would do anything to get the blood ginseng.

Jiang Jingyu frowned slightly: "I didn't know about this. Master never told me."

But think about it, if Senior Yin really just wasn't as skilled as others and couldn't compete with the master, he wouldn't have chased after the people from Qingyun Sect so relentlessly.

"But Master is not the kind of person who would do such a thing. Maybe there is some misunderstanding."

Shen Weicang didn't think much about it: "Whether there is a misunderstanding or not, your Qingyun Sect and Hongmei Villa have already become enemies."

Jiang Jingyu remained silent. Miss Shen was right. There was no point in resolving the misunderstanding now because the master was dead.

After the meal, Wen Guihan drank a bellyful of wine and didn't eat much food.

After returning to the yard, Shen Yuwan was thinking about Wen Guihan. Unable to bear the worry in his heart, he went back to the kitchen to make a bowl of sobering soup, and brought a box of snacks to his yard.

No one in this house cares about Master Wen, so I'm sure no one would prepare some snacks to fill his stomach, let alone send him some sobering soup.

When she walked outside Wen Guihan's yard, she heard the sound of fighting inside.

Shen Yuwan was startled and moved forward cautiously.

In the yard, Shen Zheng was fighting with Wen Guihan with a sword.

The long sword pierced Wen Guihan's throat like a rainbow. Although Wen Guihan was a little drunk, he was not a show-off.

Just as he entered the yard and had not yet stepped into the door, a gust of sword wind came from behind him. He dodged and the sword energy hit the door, leaving a crack in it.

Wen Guihan turned around slowly. Shen Zheng was standing at the steps looking at him coldly. There were festive lanterns hanging in front of the door, dimly illuminating his murderous face.

"Is the Fifth Young Master going to start a massacre in the mansion?"

Shen Zheng pointed the tip of his sword at him: "Give me back Cang Cang's whip."

Wen Gui looked at him coldly: "Why should I give you the whip that Cang Cang gave me? Fifth Young Master, please understand your position. You are Cang Cang's younger brother, and you have no right to control who she associates with."

Shen Zheng didn't say anything else, he just touched the ground with his toes and flew over.

Wen Guihan's sword was in the room, and Shen Zheng's sword was too fierce, as if he wanted to kill him with one move. Even Wen Guihan didn't dare to take it with his bare hands.

His body suddenly fell backwards, then he flipped over and jumped into the yard from the door.

Just as he stood still, the long sword reached out to his chest like a snake that could not be shaken off. Wen Guihan casually broke off a branch to block it.

The tip of the sword touched the branch, and even with Wen Guihan's internal force, the branch suddenly cracked.

A cold light flashed in Wen Guihan's eyes. Although he hated Shen Zheng, he never thought of taking his life. After all, he was still the fifth young master of Shenjiazhuang and Cangcang's younger brother.

But Shen Zheng seemed determined to kill him. The tip of his sword stabbed into the tree branch, and his momentum did not slow down. Wen Guihan had to take advantage of the momentum to retreat.

Until his heels touched the tree trunk, Wen Guihan kicked the tree, wrapped his legs around the tree, and jumped upside down.

Shen Zheng did not hesitate and raised his sword to continue stabbing him in the heart.

Wen Guihan straightened his upper body, grabbed the tree trunk with his backhand, swung himself to stand on the ground again, and kicked towards Shen Zheng's kick.

He was a little annoyed: "What do you want to do! The whip was given to me by Cang Cang, I won't give it to you."

"If I kill you, I will naturally go in and find the whip," Shen Zheng said coldly, "I made that whip for her myself, what qualifications do you have to ask for it!"

Wen Guihan raised his hand and chopped at him, holding the sword to chop at his wrist: "No matter whether you made it yourself or bought it, this whip was given to me by Cang Cang. It is no longer yours. What qualifications do you have to comment on it!"

Wen Guihan slapped Shen Zheng's wrist so hard that it hurt, but he still chopped down with the sword. The blade cut through Wen Guihan's clothes and left a bloody mark on his shoulder.

Wen Guihan's face turned cold. He turned sideways and kicked Shen Zheng's wrist. Shen Zheng's wrist had not yet recovered, and the long sword was directly knocked away and fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

"You didn't think I couldn't beat you without my sword, did you?" He glanced at the ground, "I didn't expect that a great swordsman would be afraid of a nobody like me."

Wen Guihan laughed: "Fifth Young Master is too modest. He can wield the Scarlet Sky Sword to such perfection. If I don't knock the sword down, will I let you kill me here tonight?"

He was also feeling a little uncomfortable now. Although the whip was made by Shen Zheng himself, it was also given to him by Cang Cang.

Shen Zheng suddenly kicked Wen Guihan's leg. Wen Guihan stretched out his leg to block the kick, but he didn't expect that Shen Zheng was just feinting. He turned around and leaped into the house.

Just as he stood in front of the door, a palm wind attacked from behind. He dodged sideways, but saw the Chixiao sword in Wen Guihan's hand stabbing towards his heart.

Shen Zheng was horrified and forgot all his moves. He subconsciously raised his hand to protect his heart, allowing the long sword to cut a gash on the back of his hand.

Wen Guihan just wanted to teach him a lesson and didn't really want to kill him, so he threw the sword back to him and said, "Get out now. I don't have time to waste here with you."

Shen Zheng turned a deaf ear to him and carefully stretched out his other hand to take out a piece of paper from his collar. He didn't dare to use his injured hand, so he unfolded the paper with one hand and was relieved to see that it was not torn.

He knew that if he fought with Wen Guihan with the sword, it would be hard to tell who would win, but without the sword, he would probably be no match for him.

But the whip really disgusted him. He gritted his teeth and said, "You are so shameless to hold that whip. I still find it disgusting. Those bells were taken from my longevity lock. They are given to Cang Cang!"

Hearing him say that, Wen Guihan felt disgusted. He said with an unpleasant expression, "Who wants your bell?"