Shen Rongrong was stunned, and tears fell down her face.
She didn't argue on the matter, not wanting to waste her remaining energy on such talk.
"I won't go back. Either let me go or take my body back!"
Shen Rongrong's tone was firm.
After saying that, she walked towards the quiet white horse in the distance.
But before she had taken a few steps, a voice from behind broke down her last line of defense.
"The Pavilion Master said that if the junior sister doesn't go back, she won't hesitate to break her legs!"
Shen Rongrong stopped and turned back in disbelief.
"He, he really said that?"
The senior brother of Jiange nodded and said in a stern voice: "The master of the pavilion has not spoken about this kind of thing, how dare I say it."
"..."
"As long as you can take me back, it doesn't matter if you break my legs?"
"In order to take me back, it doesn't matter if you lose your legs?"
Shen Rongrong began to feel dazed, feeling that the sky was spinning, the snowfield was spinning, and the whole world was spinning.
Two figures couldn't help but appear in my mind.
One is Ji Xiaowan, who was her best childhood playmate. They fell in love with each other as soon as they met, and they could giggle all day long.
Later, Wan'er said she wanted to take a look outside, so she gave Wan'er a lot of candies, hoping that her journey in the world would always be sweet.
It's just that people never know when they say goodbye, it will become a farewell forever.
She envied Wan'er for having a good father and a father who was willing to support her in everything.
Another figure is Ji Xinghai.
Perhaps it was because her father was too strict, or perhaps because of her relationship with Wan'er, she was particularly close to Uncle Ji.
Every time Uncle Ji comes back from the mountain, no matter what he brings to Wan'er, he will also bring a piece for her.
Everyone was very happy at that time, and everyone in the Jiang Pavilion felt that Uncle Ji would become the next pavilion master.
However, everything changed after Uncle Ji realized Tingchao Sword...
Shen Rongrong slowly closed her eyes, as if accepting the fate she was about to face.
But in my heart, I asked myself over and over again.
"Is this really it?"
"Am I really, that's it..."
"If Uncle Ji is still in Jiange, he should stop father."
"If Wan'er was still in Jiange instead of going to Xiaoxiang Tower, she would definitely try her best to help me escape..."
"No...I can't just do this! Since he can make such a decision, why can't I give him a surprise?"
"Break the legs, right! Okay! Okay, okay!"
Shen Rongrong opened her eyes suddenly, and a jade-embedded dagger slipped from her sleeve.
"Take my body back to see Shen Heng!"
After the words fell, Shen Rongrong raised the dagger decisively and wiped it towards her neck!
At the critical moment, the senior brother of Jiange took action decisively and knocked the dagger from Su Rongrong's hand with one sword!
"when!"
With a crisp sound, the dagger rotated across a trajectory and fell into the snow.
"Even death can't help me!"
"Even death can't fulfill me!!!"
Shen Rongrong roared, but the second-rate strength couldn't make any difference in front of this senior brother who had already become a master.
The senior brother sighed softly and said, "Junior sister, I'm offended."
After speaking, he raised his chin to the disciple beside him and said, "Take little junior sister back!"
The disciple agreed and walked towards Shen Rongrong, with a look of lust in his eyes.
Judging from the posture, he was really ready to break Shen Rongrong's legs and take her back to Jiange by force.
"Junior sister, I'm offended."
A disciple raised the long stick he had prepared in advance and hit Shen Rongrong's slender legs with all his strength!
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound, and Shen Rongrong staggered in pain, but she gritted her teeth to prevent herself from falling.
Seeing this, the disciple raised his stick and hit him again.
At that time, the dagger submerged in the snow silently flew out from behind Shen Rongrong, and easily cut off the long stick in the disciple's hand.
Everyone was shocked. Before they could see who it was, they heard a strange yet familiar voice.
"Tsk tsk... Where did you come from, this little brat dared to bully my Rongrong."
Ji Xinghai, wrapped in a large cotton-padded jacket, appeared in everyone's sight, with a smile on his weathered face, but the displeasure in his eyes was not concealed at all.
"Uncle Ji?"
"Uncle Ji!"
With a smile on her face, Shen Rongrong stumbled towards Ji Xinghai, put her heavily into the latter's arms, and then burst into tears.
"Oh, you are a big girl now, uncle can't hug you like before."
"Tsk, tsk, why are you crying? Who bullied you? Uncle, help you seek justice!"
The disciples of Jiange were stunned for a while, and after seeing their senior brothers salute, they also bowed quickly.
"Meet Uncle Master!"
Ji Xinghai ignored the Jiange disciples, but stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on Shen Rongrong's face, smiling at the consolation: "I won't cry anymore."
Shen Rongrong forced a smile, her voice still choked with sobs.
"Uncle, why are you back? Wan'er isn't with you?"
"Wan'er...she has something to do and is not with me. I will come back to see your father."
"Meeting my father? Is... is that for that?"
Shen Rongrong knew that her father had always wanted to use the Tingfeng Sword to compete with Uncle Ji's Tingchao Sword, but she didn't know about the life-or-death appointment a few days ago.
Ji Xinghai looked at the senior brother of Jiange who was not far away. He was the one who sent the battle invitations from the past few days.
"Your father and I have been brothers for many years. Even if I don't care about the sword, I still have to go back up the mountain to see if he is okay?"
"By the way, I heard that you are going to marry Hantianmen?"
"That's what my father forced me to do. I won't marry!"
"Is that why you sneaked out?"
"Otherwise, what should I do? Is it possible to just sit back and wait for death?"
"Haha, you girl, how can you be like me?"
Seeing the two of them laughing and chatting, Senior Brother Jiange couldn't stand still, so he bowed and said: "Uncle, this marriage is a done deal, and my junior sister has no choice."
Hearing this, Ji Xinghai sighed.
However, the idea of becoming the master of the pavilion deepened a bit at this time.
With his strength, it is not difficult to take Shen Rongrong away at this time.
Although the senior brother of Jiange is also a Grandmaster and is an Insight with him, he has been in Insight for many years, and the other party is just a young man who has just joined the Grandmaster.
If he really does it, he will definitely be able to defeat the opponent within ten moves.
However, the world is big and small, so escaping is just a temporary solution.
Taking Shen Rongrong away would not only offend Jiange, but also Hantianmen.
If the two families join forces, unless they can become officials in the court, there will be no place for them in the world.
Rather than living in hiding for the rest of your life, it is better to find ways to solve the problem at its root.
"Uncle Ji, I won't go back. I don't want to marry to Hantianmen. I don't want to get married!" Shen Rongrong cried.
"Junior sister!" The senior brother was a little anxious.
Just when Ji Xinghai was thinking about what to say next, a hearty voice suddenly sounded.
“If you don’t want to get married, don’t get married!”
"Life is so short, how can you wrong yourself?"
Everyone heard the sound and went away, only to see a young man walking slowly leading a horse.
There is also a masked woman sitting on the horse, with a pair of peach blossom eyes with a complicated expression.
After being stunned for a moment, the senior brother of Jiange scolded: "Where did you come from, you wild boy! The person who married my little junior sister is the young master of the Hantian Clan! How can you make such irresponsible remarks!"
Jiang Wuji dug his ears.
"If she doesn't want to get married, she won't get married. What's the matter with Hantianmen?"
"What is Hantianmen?"
"What are you?"
