Twin Space: The Evil King Should Never Think of Taking the Throne

While King Chongming was racking his brains to prepare a gift for Yun Yido, Zhang Qiong, the head of Liuyun Sect, was also not idle. Ever since he met Yun Yido, he had dreamed of the girl with the sweet voice, Mu Li, from time to time. Although he had never seen her real appearance, he had caught a glimpse of her.

He believed that if her profile was so beautiful at that moment, then her true appearance behind the curtain must be even more stunning. That night, Zhang Qiong had been busy all day, and returned to her room early, turned off the lights and went to bed.

Soon, the sound of even breathing was heard, and Zhang Qiong fell asleep. In his dream, he was chased by a group of scums. Even though he had superb knife and sword skills, he was still at a disadvantage and was even forced into a desperate situation.

At this moment, a woman wearing a white dress and wearing a veil descended from the sky and protected him behind her. He felt relieved, but he also felt something was wrong. He was the famous Sword Saint Qingyi, how could he let a little girl save him? Shouldn't he be a hero saving a beautiful girl?

So he stood up angrily and beat the group of thieves into oblivion in a few moves. In the end, only he and Miss Muli were left walking alone in the forest.

"Little benefactor, why did you come to Junshan?"

Zhang Qiong saw that Miss Muli didn't say anything and just walked forward on her own, so he hurried to catch up with her. His mood was like flying. Such a good mood prompted him to laugh softly.

"Little benefactor, are you saying something? Is this little girl so cold?"

Zhang Qiong, who was left far behind by Yun Yido, was very confused. He remembered that Miss Mu Li was very lively, so why wasn't she talking?

"Little benefactor."

Just when he caught up with Yun Yiduo again, Yun Yiduo suddenly turned around, and Mu Li was blown up by the breeze, as if he could see that beautiful face in the next second.

"Brother Zhang."

The sweet voice was like the sound of nature, and Zhang Qiong felt comfortable all over. He smiled and nodded at Yun Yiduo, feeling happy and excited.

"You can call me Duoduo from now on."

"Okay, Duoduo."

Zhang Qiong laughed heartily, the sound of which shook the entire forest, as if he wanted to release all his good mood.

"Duoduo, don't always wear Muli. Take it off and let Brother Zhang see what you look like."

Zhang Qiong was about to take off the curtain on Yun Yiduo's head, but Yun Yiduo didn't hide and just waited quietly. Zhang Qiong was extremely excited, and stretched out her hand to gently open the curtain, revealing the stunning face inside.

"Master, Master!"

At the moment when Zhang Qiong opened the door, there was a scream from outside the door. He was suddenly awakened, and everything in his dream seemed to be far away.

"What's up!"

Zhang Qiong turned over and sat up with an impatient look on her face.

"Master, our ancestors have had portraits of the young ladies from each sect drawn, saying that they are selecting wives for the master. They are currently selecting in Lingyun Hall, so please go over and take a look."

"What did you say?"

Zhang Qiong thought he had misheard. Why did his grandmother still care about his marriage? Could it be that his grandfather hadn't been bothering her recently and she had nothing to do?

"The ancestors are choosing a wife for you."

The person outside the door repeated it again. Zhang Qiong sighed helplessly and said:

"Okay, I understand."

Zhang Qiong packed himself up, carried a long sword on his back and came to Lingyun Hall where his grandmother lived. He was speechless when he saw the old man who was busy selecting portraits.

Although there has always been a leader in Liuyun Sect, in fact, my grandmother still has the most power, because my grandfather listens to her, my father listens to her, and he must listen to her too. My grandmother was originally a delicate daughter of an aristocrat, and it was really unfair for her to come to Liuyun Sect, a place full of gangsters.

After he walked in, he went to support his grandmother, and looked at his grandfather with a pleading look. His grandfather was sitting on the side drinking tea, smiling, wishing he could shake off all the wrinkles on his face and smile like an 18-year-old. When he saw Zhang Qiong's pleading look, he quickly put away his smile and said:

"Little Bao'er, your grandmother is choosing a wife for you. She has looked at more than a dozen, but none of them are satisfactory. Come and take a look."

After saying this, my grandfather nodded at Zhang Qiong, meaning that there are still a lot of them over there, so take your time to look at them, hurry up.

Zhang Qiong helped her grandmother sit aside and immediately said with a smile:

"I am flattered that you are so worried about my marriage. I am tired after seeing so many things. Why don't you let me see it myself? Please sit down and drink tea. I promise to pick a beautiful woman for you."

Zhang Qiong's heart moved when he mentioned the beautiful girl Shui Lingling, and a figure with Mu Li appeared in his mind. He shook his head vigorously. What was wrong with him? He couldn't forget a little girl he had never seen.

After settling his grandmother, Zhang Qiong turned to look at the scroll. The table full of cases must have been at least sixty, if not eighty. How could he not know that there were so many women who were married off as substitutes in the martial arts world?

When the grandmother saw Zhang Qiong frowning, she said with a loving smile:

"Grandmother was afraid that you would not be satisfied with any of the women in the martial arts world, so she asked for the portraits of the noble ladies of the time. Just pick whoever you like, and Grandmother will marry you."

"The noble lady of the court?"

Zhang Qiong could only say that he was helpless, extremely helpless, so helpless that he felt powerless. He decided not to have any noble lady. Seeing his grandfather's tortured appearance, he would rather die than have any noble lady.

He just wanted a chic and unrestrained woman. Thinking of chic and unrestrained, the image of the little girl Mu Li appeared in his mind again. In today's Jianghu, if we talk about chic and unrestrained, I'm afraid no one can compare to her.

"Grandma, I am a coarse-minded grandson. I dare not covet any noble ladies. I just want to look at women from the underworld."

Zhang Qiong came to the portrait and opened the scroll. It showed the eldest daughter of the Feidao Sect with a heroic look on her face. He smiled awkwardly and said:

"This woman looks very fierce."

He unfolded another scroll, which showed a petite girl with a hint of sadness between her eyebrows. He smiled again and said:

“This one is too thin.”

He picked out more than a dozen paintings in a row, but he didn't like any of them, no matter they were delicate or heroic. What kept appearing in his mind was the profile that passed by that day.

"Grandma, it seems that my grandson has someone he likes."

Hearing Zhang Qiong's words, my grandmother almost jumped for joy. She went over, took Zhang Qiong's hand, and asked:

"If you like someone, you might as well marry her quickly, before others get there first."

"Well, she is still young. She is only fifteen years old this year."

"Fifteen? She's already old enough to be married. Let's settle it first. Once it's settled, she'll be ours."

"She probably hasn't reached the age of marriage yet. It looks like she will reach the age of marriage next month."

"Okay, that's great. Let's prepare a coming-of-age ceremony for her, and then get her engaged."

My grandmother was a decisive person. When she found out that Zhang Qiong had a lover, she immediately arranged for people to make preparations, as if she was going to marry her grandson off.