A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 49 Bad Fate
The next day at noon, after Qiu Hen had lunch, he did not dare to take a nap and rushed to line up under the crooked willow tree.

When she arrived, she was lucky enough to be ranked eighth in line. If she had delayed a little longer, she might not have been able to get in line.

Qiu Hen stuck out her tongue. If she didn't get a seat, the young lady would probably scold her again.

Shen Mizhi has a bad temper and is cold, but Qiu Hen is still quite afraid of her!
Qiu Hen waited for two hours before he saw Duan Rong, who had transformed into a shelf, walk under the crooked willow tree in the setting sun.

It was the first time for Qiu Hen to observe such a strange guy from such a close distance.

Duan Rong methodically set up the easel and then hung the bag on his shoulder on the tree...

Qiu Hen's big eyes stared at him intently, sparkling with curiosity!
Duan Rong put the things away, then took out the wedge-shaped sticks and distributed them to everyone one by one.

Qiu Hen had been standing for nearly two hours and his calves were already aching.

But the lady said she would come at 3 p.m.

Although several servants and maids in the team had already taken their sticks and left, Qiu Hen still stood there, looking towards the street corner...

Shen Mizhi had indeed left the school right after submitting her application. She was really curious about the painter's level and whether he was really as pretentious as he said.
When Shen Mizhi turned into West Street from an alley not far from the crooked willow tree, Qiu Hen saw her at a glance.

Qiu Hen waved happily and called "Miss", then ran out of the team and ran towards Shen Mizhi...

Perhaps because she had been standing for too long, Qiu Hen's legs had become a little stiff. She didn't notice it during her first few steps, but after a few steps, she suddenly felt a cramp in her thigh.

Qiu Hen staggered and fell to the ground!
The wedge-shaped stick in his hand also flew out and fell at the door of the herbal medicine shop with a snap.

At this time, a plump woman with a lush green skirt and a goose-feather knife in her hand was seen passing by the door of the herbal medicine shop. She had her hair in a single bun and it fell on both sides. This kind of makeup could make her face look thinner.

Just as she was about to step through the door and walk into the herbal medicine shop, she suddenly saw a wedge-shaped stick falling from the sky at her feet and landing there with a thud.

The plump woman was overjoyed and immediately bent down to hold the skewer in her hand.

Qiu Hen fell to the ground and saw that his sign had been picked up by someone else. He didn't care about the pain and struggled to get up, shouting, "That's my sign!"

The plump woman had been waiting in line for two days without getting a chance. Now that she had gotten the chance, she was unwilling to let it go. She argued, "What do you mean yours? Is your name written on it? If you call it, will it respond? Where is your name tag?"

This is clearly cheating!

She thought Qiu Hen was just a little girl, and she was frail, so she didn't take her seriously at all!

Qiu Hen was so angry that his breathing stagnated and his lips trembled. "You... scoundrel... that's my brand!"

"Who's the scoundrel?" The plump woman took a step forward and shouted as if she was in the right, "Who's the scoundrel? What does the stick I picked up have to do with you?"

Qiu Hen was so angry, and he couldn't suppress the plump woman's momentum, so he was about to cry and said, "That was the ticket I got in the queue! You...you are bullying me!"

"Who can prove that you got the ticket you queued for?" the plump woman pressed without losing momentum.

Qiu Hen rubbed her tears and turned her head to look behind her.

The man and two women who were queuing up to paint in front of the painting stall all lowered their heads. Duan Rong had naturally noticed the noise here, but three women were making a scene, and the two of them were arguing fiercely, so how could he dare to join in? Duan Rong's mind was spinning, and he was about to tell the two that he could temporarily add a sign to them, so there was no need to quarrel like this.

But before Duan Rong could speak, Shen Mizhi had already walked over and stood in front of Qiu Hen. Without saying a word, she drew out her long sword and shouted angrily, "Sword! Give it to me!"

Duan Rong smiled silently. This girl has such a rude temper!
When Qiu Hen saw Shen Mizhi coming, he immediately felt like a savior. He pointed at the plump woman and shouted, "Miss, she stole my sign!" The plump woman was slightly stunned when she saw Shen Mizhi standing opposite her. The woman stood with her back straight, and her whole body looked as sharp as a sword. The long sword in her hand had tassels like snow, and the sword body was as cold as water. Obviously, it was not an ordinary item.

"This is a martial artist..." The plump woman drooped her eyelids and was a little hesitant.

Seeing that the plump woman didn't move, Shen Mizhi said coldly: "Either you bring the stick here yourself! Or I'll take the stick away and take you to the government office! You choose!"

The plump woman was aroused by Shen Mizhi's arrogant attitude. She looked over and found that the girl behind Shen Mizhi was looking at her as if she had decided on her.

She was immediately very unhappy, and said sarcastically: "What did I do? Why are you taking me to the government office? Haven't you heard that picking up a stick is against the law?"

"Didn't your parents teach you? You take things without asking. You are a thief!"

"Who do you say is a thief?"

"you!"

The plump woman suddenly became furious, drew out her goose-feather knife, took a big step forward, and leaped forward with the knife, slashing towards Shen Mizhi.

Shen Mizhi sneered slightly, "Are you afraid that you won't come?"

The two men's swords collided and they started fighting in an instant.

After two moves, the plump woman was terrified. Her palms were aching. Two or three times, the goose-feather knife in her hand was almost knocked out of her hand by the opponent's powerful internal energy!

The opponent's internal energy was obviously much stronger than hers, and his sword moves were even more exquisite and sharp!

The plump woman took two steps back, but Shen Mizhi moved sideways and stabbed at her from the side with her sword.

The plump woman saw that Shen Mizhi's sword was fierce and just raised her knife to block it, but Shen Mizhi suddenly twisted her wrist and the long sword in her hand rolled out a sword flower.

With a ding sound, the goose-feather knife in the plump woman's hand was swept away by the sword flower created by Shen Mizhi's wrist strength, and plunged diagonally into the street.

Seeing that her attack was successful, Shen Mizhi lowered her hips and twisted her waist, and with a single leg sweep, she kicked the plump woman flying backwards.

The plump woman had a strong body. With a muffled thud, she fell not far from Duan Rong's painting stall, raising a cloud of dust!

Shen Mizhi was furious. She had long had an idea in her mind. Not only did she want to defeat this woman, but she also wanted to humiliate her to vent her anger for her maid Qiu Hen.

She can beat and scold her maid, but no one else can bully her!
Almost at the moment the woman fell to the ground, Shen Mizhi leaped up and approached with a sword in hand.

Her original idea was to point the sword at the plump woman's throat and force her to apologize to Qiu Hen.

But unexpectedly, when she jumped in front of the woman, she stepped on a smooth pebble when she landed.

The pebble was originally not small, but the dust raised by the plump woman when she landed had a layer of gray on its surface, making it almost the same color as the ground and difficult to detect at all.

Shen Mizhi originally had the long sword against the throat of the plump woman, but as soon as she landed on the ground, her body tilted, and she saw that the long sword was about to pierce the woman's throat!
At the critical moment, Duan Rong suddenly jumped up, and with his left foot infused with internal energy, he stepped hard on the willow tree beside him, using the force to exert power!

As the crooked willow tree swayed, Duan Rong leaped up and pounced!
He put his arms around Shen Mizhi's shoulders and hugged her. The two of them suddenly became disorganized and fell backwards together!
The tip of the sword simply circled around the plump woman's neck, leaving only a small circle of faint blood marks!

But the plump woman had already turned pale and looked disfigured!
(End of this chapter)