While writing a diary at Zongwu, Wang Yuyan falls in love with someone else.

"Miss, let's go."

Azhu tugged at Wang Yuyan's sleeve, and only then did the latter turn her gaze away from the location of the Central Plains Escort Agency.

Wang Yuyan looked at A'Zhu in confusion: "What's wrong?"

A'Zhu gestured towards Murong Fu with her lips.

Wang Yuyan frowned slightly: "What's wrong with my cousin again? He's so angry. Who made him angry this time?"

Azhu and Abi exchanged a glance and shook their heads in unison, saying, "We don't know, let's hurry up and catch up."

Wang Yuyan sighed and nodded slightly.

Jiang Sishui naturally caught a glimpse of the three women leaving.

Or rather, he discovered them a long time ago.

After all, the fairy sister's appearance and temperament are too outstanding and refined. She stands out in the crowd like a crane among chickens, making it hard for people not to notice her.

"Strange, it seems like Wang Yuyan's heart isn't with Murong Fu. Could it be that she hasn't fallen in love with Murong Fu in this world?"

Because of the distance, Jiang Sishui couldn't see Wang Yuyan's expression clearly, but she didn't even know that Murong Fu had left, which meant that she wasn't focused on him at all.

This is quite different from the original work, how could Jiang Sishui not think about it?

If that's the case, then the difficulty for me to win over Wang Yuyan will plummet!

Thinking of this, Jiang Sishui couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

"Oh dear! Brother Shen, thank goodness you arrived in time, otherwise you would never have seen me again!"

Tang Bohu put away his Overlord Spear and ran over excitedly.

The white-clad swordsman smiled slightly: "How could I not see you? If I had arrived a little later, I would have brought an extra roast chicken and two jars of wine when I came to see you."

"Should we also bring two more incense sticks and several stacks of paper money?"

"Hmm~ If you'd like, I'd consider it."

"Hiss—Brother Shen, you must be trying to drive me to my death so you can inherit my family's eight wives!"

"Your eight wives? Forget it. I'd rather we switch places. I'll lie down and rest, and you can bring me roast chicken and wine. We don't need incense, candles, or paper money."

"..."

"Brother Tang, what's with that expression? Please feel free to speak your mind."

"I have something to say, but I can't put it into words."

Why can't you say it?

"Because you don't meet the requirements right now."

"Oh? What is it? Why don't you tell me first? Maybe I can meet your conditions right away."

"Since that's the case, then I'll speak frankly."

"Go ahead."

“I will take care of your wife and daughters, so you can leave in peace.”

"..."

“Brother Shen has made such a sacrifice for me. If I don’t do something, I’ll feel guilty.”

Tang Bohu looked completely sincere.

The white-clad swordsman took a deep breath, patted him on the shoulder, and exclaimed, "Brother Tang is indeed a man of great integrity!"

Tang Bohu waved his hand and said matter-of-factly, "It's only right. The Shen and Tang families have been friends for generations, and we're like brothers. What's yours is mine!"

White-robed swordsman: "..."

He no longer wanted to talk to Tang Bohu, so he turned to Ding Chunqiu and said lazily, "Senior, it's good to be lenient when you can. How about you let my brother off this time?"

Despite his nonchalant demeanor, Ding Chunqiu dared not underestimate him in the slightest, his gaze sweeping towards the other man's waist.

A long sword was worn and tattered, but no one would look down on it because of that.

Upon hearing the white-clad swordsman's words, Ding Chunqiu was taken aback.

From their conversation, he already knew that the two were old friends and had a close relationship.

He thought that with Tang Bohu's help, the two would definitely not let it go and would try to get revenge, leaving him no chance to escape a fierce battle.

Unexpectedly, the white-clad swordsman immediately offered to be a peacemaker.

This caught Ding Chunqiu off guard.

Could this kid be all bark and no bite?

But thinking about the power of that previous sword strike, it doesn't seem quite like it!

A thought quickly crossed his mind, but Ding Chunqiu asked with a friendly expression, "May I ask how this young hero is addressed?"

The white-clad swordsman calmly replied, "Shen Lang."

Shen Lang?

"It really was him!" Jiang Sishui thought to herself.

Zhao Qiying's gaze also held a hint of scrutiny and curiosity. She hadn't expected that Jiang Sishui would mention him in her diary last night, and then she would run into him in person today.

Ding Chunqiu's heart stirred, and he slowly said, "I have heard that there is a Shen family in Suzhou, which once produced a Shen Tianjun, who was invincible below the level of a celestial being. Because he defeated all the grandmasters in the Nine Provinces without a single defeat, he was nicknamed 'King of the Nine Provinces'."

Shen Lang smiled slightly: "It really is my late father!"

As soon as Shen Lang admitted it, a commotion broke out in the crowd.

Some local forces in Suzhou reacted the most.

Since Shen Tianjun's death, the Shen family's status in the martial arts world has plummeted, its sphere of influence has shrunk dramatically, many of its businesses have been seized by others, and it has had numerous conflicts with various forces.

Now, more than a decade later, the Shen family has produced another martial arts prodigy who, at a young age, forced Ding Chunqiu to retreat with a single sword strike. This will inevitably impact the power structure of Suzhou.

Some factions may even face retaliation and retribution!

How could they remain calm?

Ding Chunqiu's eyes flashed, and he chuckled, "It seems the Shen family has produced another prodigy. Young Hero Shen has truly inherited his father's skills. Today's matter was nothing but a misunderstanding. Farewell." 253

Having said that, Ding Chunqiu turned and left without any hesitation.

The disciples of the Starry Constellation Sect quickly followed, but none of them dared to shout or flatter.

Although Ding Chunqiu loved flattery the most, he also hated it when people flattered him to the point of making a fool of him.

It was obvious to everyone that Ding Chunqiu was wary of Shen Lang's strength and had no choice but to retreat.

One can imagine how he felt at that moment.

If you were to go up and flatter them at this point, you'd be asking for trouble.

Shen Lang turned to Tang Bohu and asked, "Why did you get into a fight with this old monster Ding?"

Mentioning this, Tang Bohu was both angry and proud: "This old monster Ding has long admired your talent and wants to capture me to help him solve the 'Precious Chess Game'."

"Oh? Brother Tang can solve that chess puzzle?" Shen Lang asked in surprise.

Tang Bohu shook his head: "It's hard to say. Who knows how that clever and eloquent gentleman will play his game? We'll have to try it out ourselves to find out."

Shen Lang nodded slightly.

Indeed, over the past twenty years, the "Precious Chess Game" has been solved privately by some, but when they went to Leigu Mountain full of confidence to play against Mr. Congbian, they lost again.

The reason is simple: everyone's chess style is different.

Similarly, some people have never solved the puzzle privately, but they still come here to try their luck.

What if Mr. Congbian makes a mistake and happens to solve the problem himself?

For this reason, although the "Zhenlong Chess Club" has been held many times, many people come to support it every time.

Especially some of the great chess masters around Suzhou.

063 Arrival at Leigushan, Ninth Diary Entry

With Shen Lang's intervention and Ding Chunqiu's withdrawal, the drama came to an end.

Some of the onlookers left on their own, while others went up to make friends; details will not be elaborated upon.

Jiang Sishui originally intended to subtly inquire about Huang Rong from Huang Yaoshi, but suddenly noticed the admiring look in his eyes when he looked at Shen Lang, and her heart skipped a beat.

He immediately dismissed the idea, turned around and went back to the carriage, lowering the curtain: "Uncle Zhao, let's go."

Zhao Tianhao had no suspicions and, with a command, the caravan set off.

Zhao Qiying noticed Jiang Sishui's unusual behavior and asked with concern, "What's wrong? You seem very unhappy."

Jiang Sishui held her soft hand in his palm and smiled, "I'm fine. I just suddenly figured out some things. You don't need to worry."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qiying did not ask any further questions and rested her head on his shoulder.

She knew that if Jiang Sishui really had something on her mind that she couldn't let go of, she would most likely write it down in her diary.

Jiang Sishui held the girl's soft, delicate body in his arms, his heart filled with tenderness, but his eyes held a hint of coldness.