"The master didn't say he was looking for the beauty in red." It said in a low voice, but didn't dare to say more, just said: "And I didn't know the master was looking for the beauty in red."
Feng Jiu couldn't help but stroke her forehead and asked, "What happened next? How is the beauty in red? Was she rescued?"
"When I noticed her, she was being chased by several evil cultivators. She was seriously injured and looked like she was about to fall. I was thinking that if she fell, I would drag her back to the cave. But just when she couldn't hold on any longer and fell, a man in white appeared and saved her."
"The man in white?" Fengjiu was slightly startled.
"Yes, a human man in white clothes. He was very cold and had a very strong aura, so I didn't dare to get close to him. I heard those evil cultivators exclaimed, saying something about the Free and Easy Sword Master, and then they were killed by the man in white."
At this point, it shrank its neck and said, "That person noticed me at that time and looked at me. I saw that he was in danger, so I ran away first."
"Free and Easy Sword Master?"
Wanyan Shisan exclaimed, "Isn't that the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect? It is said that he is always erratic, either in seclusion or disappearing. How could he have gone to that forest and saved Qianhua?"
"The leader of the Xiaoyao Sect? Isn't that an old man?" Fengjiu asked.
"No one knows how old the Free and Easy Sword Master is, but we can be sure that he is definitely over a hundred years old. His strength is unfathomable, and he rarely shows up. Even I only saw him from a distance at a conference many years ago."
Wanyan Shisan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If she was saved by the Free and Easy Sword Master, then there is no need to worry. It will be fine. The Free and Easy Sword Master is an upright person. Nothing will happen to Qianhua when she is with him."
"That's good." Fengjiu smiled and rubbed the tiger beast's head: "If you had told us earlier, we wouldn't have to worry."
The two chatted offstage while the competition on stage continued, and gradually entered the final stage. They saw a beautiful woman in her thirties in the building come forward and say to everyone, "Everyone, you have just appreciated all aspects of talent. Next is the beauty competition. Today, not only the beauties in our building are here, but also some daughters of aristocratic families. Who will be the most beautiful woman this year? Let us wait and see!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she clapped her hands three times, and the pearl curtain on the round stage was rolled up. The last twelve women stood on the stage one by one. They still wore veils on their faces and held the musical instruments they had played in the previous competition. Some were dressed luxuriously, some were dressed simply, and some...
"Huh? Why is there a woman wearing that kind of clothes standing on the stage?"
For a moment, everyone's eyes were on the woman at the back who was wearing a tattered dress with a piece of lining as a veil. Everyone was a little dissatisfied.
They wanted to see a beauty, so why put a beggar-like woman on top? And she became one of the twelve
The other women on the stage either looked at that woman with disgust or kept their distance from her, as if they were afraid of bumping into her. But that woman stood there quietly with a harp in her arms, not startled or afraid, not panicked or confused, as if the person everyone was talking about was not her.