After Tang Xiaoyu escaped from the great hall, he wandered around Liangshan Sect blindly.
Walking on the long, tidy, downhill path, looking at the beautiful scenery around, Tang Xiaoyu had a lot of feelings.
Why are the protagonists of novels always accompanied by flashing sparks and rolling thunders, and the people they meet are either not smart enough or exaggerating?
Why are the enemies the protagonist encounters never too much stronger than him, and the thighs he meets are more outstanding than the last, is it just to let the protagonist show off and pretend?
Looking at myself, I don't even have a thigh, and when killing me, they go all out without giving me any chance to turn the tables.
The people I meet are smarter than the last, and my IQ is rubbed on the ground.
"But come to think of it, it makes sense. How can I, a person in my twenties living under the red flag, be compared to those old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years."
"The salt they have eaten is more than the rice I have ever eaten. Experience is something that accumulates over time. My brain can't make up for it, not to mention my brain may not be as good as others'."
While walking, I came to the place where the disciples live.
From top to bottom, rows of small courtyards are neatly arranged in front, and the broad, flat roads run through each row of courtyards.
Tang Xiaoyu walked on the flat and wide road, and couldn't help exclaiming, "Damn, so majestic."
Several female disciples passing by disdainfully said, "Lack of culture is terrible. Even praise can only be expressed in such vulgar words."
Tang Xiaoyu smiled awkwardly, "The scenery itself is as beautiful as a picture. Why bother talking about culture when appreciating the scenery? I wanted to leave a timeless verse, but I'm out of words."
Then Tang Xiaoyu shamelessly added, "Good poem, good poem."
The female disciples suddenly laughed so hard that their stomachs hurt, "Hahaha... I've never seen anyone as shameless as you. You really crack me up."
Tang Xiaoyu smiled awkwardly. He really wanted to recite some timeless verses, but his skills didn't allow it. He could only use laughter to cover up his embarrassment.
[Alas! Not working hard when young, only to regret when old.]
Tang Xiaoyu ignored their ridicule and went on by himself.
Just after taking two steps, he was called to stop.
"Hey, don't go. Let's chat!" A still quite pretty female disciple shouted.
Tang Xiaoyu stopped and turned his head slightly. He said faintly, "If my shallowness is your interest in talking to me, then my shallowness does not allow me to be laughed at."
After saying that, Tang Xiaoyu continued to walk forward.
"What's your name?"
Tang Xiaoyu waved his hand, "No need to get acquainted if destiny brought us together. We'll meet again if we're fated."
The female disciples murmured, "What a strange guy."
"He's a bit strange, but more real and interesting than those senior brothers."
"Are you falling for him? You little slut."
"You're the one falling for him."
"I am falling for him, so what?"
"Ah~ You have no shame."
After horsing around for a while, they also headed in the direction Tang Xiaoyu walked.
After passing through the disciples' residence area, Tang Xiaoyu saw rows of martial arts stages.
One of the stages was surrounded by many people, and two men were fighting on it.
Tang Xiaoyu, who had nothing to do, stood behind the crowd and watched.
Before he could figure out what was going on, a hand patted him on the shoulder.
"We meet again. Does this count as having affinity?"
Tang Xiaoyu turned his head to see the female disciples from earlier. He said faintly, "Oh, our affinity is broken then."
The female disciples asked curiously, "Why is it broken?"
"Because, I was just being polite earlier. My other implied meaning was, goodbye, and let's never see each other again."
Then Tang Xiaoyu spread his hands, "Don't you think our affinity is broken now?"
The disciples were stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant. They went over and forcibly pulled Tang Xiaoyu towards them.
"We want to get to know you. Is this reason enough?"
Their faces were almost pressed against Tang Xiaoyu's face.
Tang Xiaoyu quickly stopped them, "Enough, enough. Stay away from me a bit, I have a heart condition."
The girls let go of him, "That's better."
Just then, the people on stage stopped fighting and looked towards Tang Xiaoyu's side.
One of them said, "I want to compete with you."
Tang Xiaoyu had his back to them, and didn't know they were talking to him.
When people around looked at him, Tang Xiaoyu looked around in confusion, and touched his face, "Don't tell me my looks no longer allow me to keep a low profile?"
Everyone unanimously gave a "tsk" sound.
The female disciples pointed to the stage and said, "They want to challenge you."
Tang Xiaoyu turned around and pointed at himself, "Challenge me?"
The person on stage said, "I want to challenge you."
Another one also said, "I also want to challenge you."
After confirming it was him, Tang Xiaoyu spread his hands, "You win, I concede."
"You don't even have the courage to get on stage? Then stay away from Xiao Juan in the future."
Tang Xiaoyu was confused, "Xiao Juan? Who's Xiao Juan?"
Among the female disciples, the one who patted his shoulder pointed at herself and said, "I'm Xiao Juan."
Tang Xiaoyu looked disgusted, "Stay away from me. I'm not interested in women. Women only affect my sword drawing speed."
He even pointed at the two on stage and scolded, "You can't even keep your own women, yet you want to compete with me? Go bang your head on tofu and die."
Tang Xiaoyu's strongest skill: verbal barrage, firing at full power.
He scolded nonstop for ten minutes before finally feeling relieved and stopping.
[Turns out I have a golden finger too. The best voice, the strongest skill: verbal barrage. A standard protagonist template!] Tang Xiaoyu kept complimenting himself in his heart.
On stage, the two being scolded were stunned. Below the stage, the crowd was also shocked silent by him.
"You've hardly learned anything, yet you're already fighting over women. What are you guys thinking? Tell me, what exactly are you thinking?"
"What now? Still want to get married and have kids in the sect, so your child won't lose at the starting line?"
Tang Xiaoyu felt he had said enough. He walked away with his hands behind his back, muttering:
"Young people have yet to taste the bitterness of love! When you reach my age, you'll know how hard-won singlehood is. Alas!"
Xiao Juan asked, "Why are you not interested in women? Is it because you were hurt by a woman before, so you're not interested in women?"
Tang Xiaoyu thought, [Damn, I seems like I've been single all along. Is there anything sadder than this?]
"Didn't I already tell you? Women only affect my sword drawing speed."
Then, to prevent them from finding out he was a pitifully single dog, Tang Xiaoyu forced out the mnemonics from the sword manual.
"No women in heart, sword drawn naturally."
"Sword manual page one... Sword manual page nine, slash gods effortlessly... Sword manual final page, no love is to be god."
Speaking to this point, Tang Xiaoyu looked up to the sky and said the most arrogant line: "Sword manual in heart, slash six gods with sword. If I draw my sword, no one lives on the battlefield."
Whether it was the two on the martial arts stage, or the male disciples below, they all had one thought: This is the cultivation mantra of the highest realm of swordsmanship.
Tang Xiaoyu breezily left, leaving behind a group of dumbfounded disciples.
Xiao Juan and the other female disciples were the first to react, "I feel like something is wrong."
"I feel like he's covering up the fact that he's single."
"I feel so too."
Xiao Juan signaled to them to look at the male disciples, "They all believed it."
"Isn't that good then? We can have some peace for a few days."
What they didn't know was that their gender advantage was gone.