i have a sword fairy

The three-finger outline that was originally prominent in the "dense air" rose three feet, as if the giant's figure had expanded several times, and each ray of sword energy was a green blade.

Beside the stone table, Yu Huaijin frowned slightly, but stopped talking.

Just the next second.

Concubine Zhao Ling took another step. For some reason, this step directly crossed more than half of the distance, and she was about to reach the stone table.

In the white porcelain bowl in the center of the courtyard, the water surface that was originally only turbulent, suddenly the water droplets jumped and turned, and the light red tea wine boiled like boiling hot water.

Yu Huaijin felt displeased, frowned, and disappeared in front of the stone table. The next moment, she suddenly appeared in the middle of the courtyard. The white porcelain bowl that was originally placed on the ground was held in her hand steadily.

Yu Huaijin looked down at the water surface in the bowl, and said softly:

"The light of the lake and the moon and the moon are in harmony, and there is no goggles on the pool surface."

Say what you say.

Above the white porcelain bowl, a line of poetry appeared out of thin air, which was exactly what she chanted softly.

Immediately, this line of neatly arranged verses, like pearls whose lines have been removed, fell into the bowl one word at a time.

jingle--

Large beads and small beads fall on a jade plate.

The surface of the water, which was boiling and tumbling a second ago, calmed down in an instant as the last "pearl" dipped below the water surface.

In the bowl, there are twinkling lake lights and a round of autumn moon.

I heard that Confucian monks can intercept the sentences of their hearts in the poems or scriptures, pick them out with one hand, and nourish them in the grand little world in their bodies.

Yu Huaijin was holding a bowl, which contained a round of "Autumn Moon". She raised her head and looked at Concubine Zhao Ling with a face as flat as a lake.

I saw that Zhao Lingfei didn't know when she got up, but she shrank back to the gate of the courtyard.

No progress.

Just like Zhao Rong's ghost hit the wall back then.

Seeing this, Concubine Zhao Ling's lips twitched slightly, she tilted her head, raised her hand, stretched out her lush fingers, and lightly tapped the flickering tassel on one end of the step between the black silk.

The cleanliness that had been swinging on the swing suddenly exploded.

The surging purple air filled the entire Dongli Xiaozhu in an instant.

The entire ritual array is covered and surrounded by purple air.

If you look down from the sky at this moment, you will find a semicircular purple sphere above the ground, in a corner of the Nanyuan Academy.

Ziqi covered the semi-circular array protecting Dongli Xiaozhu quietly, without any intention of flowing or churning.

Inside the Dongli Xiaozhu, Yu Huaijin raised his head and saw the deep purple clouds that covered the sky and covered the sun without revealing a ray of sunlight. He opened his eyes slightly,

She turned around abruptly, holding the bowl in both hands, facing north, ready to pray.

Just at this moment, somewhere above the semicircular barrier, the originally quiet purple air circulated slightly for a moment, forming an imperceptible small vortex.

Concubine Zhao Ling's heart moved, her eyes suddenly turned cold, and the handleless sword suddenly appeared beside her.

Jump again.

In a blink of an eye, it reached the loophole.

Jump again.

Ding--!

A strange sound came from nowhere.

Like a flawless silver mirror touched lightly by an iron cone.

After this crisp sound.

The inside and outside of Dongli Xiaozhu became strangely quiet.

Not long after, the purple air gradually dissipated.

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't even look at it. She carried the food box and directly lifted her foot, taking the third step since being admitted to the hospital today.

It has reached Zhao Rong's side.

The step swing inserted above her cloud temples, the purple tassels hanging down are still the same, and the swing continues to be clean.

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head to look at Yu Huaijin.

I saw that the old-fashioned woman was staring down, the white porcelain bowl was broken, and her hand was like a cup of water, and an "autumn moon" fell on the palm of her hand.

Chapter 2 Thirty

Zhao Rong did not expect that the battle would end so soon.

A second ago, he was worried that Qing Jun and Yu Huaijin would get angry and let the matter get out of hand, and he almost blurted out words of persuasion: "Stop, stop, don't fight anymore, don't fight anymore... ..."

result.

Without blinking a few times, this is the end?

The scent of jasmine on Qingjun's body penetrated into his nose, Zhao Rong slowly turned his head, staring at his wife in a daze.

As if aware of Zhao Rong's doubts, Gui sneered.

"Do you think that the fight between the monks on the mountain is the same as the rascals at the bottom of the mountain? You come and go, and you are inseparable. Or, in your heart, Mr. Zhao wished that these two women, Tianjiao, would be like mortal shrews for you. Getting entangled together, pulling your clothes and scratching your face, so that you can feast your eyes and be full of vanity?"

Zhao Rong said angrily: "I don't, don't talk nonsense."

He paused, and added: "What's so good about Yu Huaijin, it's my wife who suffers."

Gui tsk-tsk twice, with a lazy tone, "However, this fight was indeed a bit disappointing. It was not enjoyable to watch, and it ended a little too soon. It's not about the time, but that the two of them didn't put in all their strength, and they broke up. It's over for a short time, huh, after all, it's in the academy, and now there are probably a few gentlemen looking at this side."

Zhao Rong thought for a while, but still asked in a puzzled tone: "Xiao Guigui, how did this fight end, I still don't see it clearly, uh, Qingjun should have won, right?"

"Damn Zhao Rong, you shout again? Do you really think that I can't do anything about you?"

"What can you do to me? Can you still devour the Lord? Little Guigui, don't call out across the heart lake, show some real skills."

Gui Youyou said: "I can beat you in my dreams."

Zhao Rong: "..."

Zhao Rong blinked and said seriously: "Don't come, I'm afraid to see you and have nightmares."

Gui also agreed with this point, "You're right, I'm also afraid of having nightmares."

After the words fell, there was a moment of silence between the two of them, above the heart lake.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but said: "Can you really see me in your dreams? Or, let's meet..."

"It's normal for this fight to end quickly. If you can understand it now, you'll be screaming."

Without even thinking about it, Gui interrupted his "face-to-face" request.

It paused, and then explained to Zhao Rong's question with surprising patience:

"Your wife and this Yu Huaijin were just fighting each other, and it was not a matter of life and death, they had to use all their means, and even though it was the first time they met, they were not simple women, and there was a tacit understanding between them. They are fighting whether this ceremony can be broken, how many swords can break it, whether it can be broken by brute force or skillful force..."

Zhao Rong clicked his tongue a little, and sighed uselessly, "Is this the world of geniuses? Every fight requires so much morality, and there is a tacit understanding... Does that mean that Qingjun won?"

Gui Jian Hua Tou was brought back, coughed, and spoke slowly:

"It's your wife who has the upper hand. She's a swordsman. She doesn't have any bells and whistles. If you have thousands of exquisite spells and magical arrays, I will break them with a single sword. And you are a rare woman who can 'fight' Good seedlings, pure in swords, but not sticking to swords, know how to adapt,

Concubine Zhao Ling has already refined the pure purple energy you gave her into her natal object. She used the cleanness cleverly just now, and found this ceremony array, where there is a loophole in the Qi mechanism. You must know that the loophole in the Qi mechanism is changing rapidly. Yes, Concubine Zhao Ling captured that moment and lightly handed her a sword, now let's see..."

Gui Cong glanced at a certain direction outside from the center of Zhao Rong's eyebrows. There, there was an old-fashioned woman who put away her hands expressionlessly. From the sentence "The lake's light and autumn moon are in harmony, and the lake's surface has no wind mirror. "The "autumn moon" transformed from the fragmented sentences of the imported poems.

Huang Chengcheng's "Autumn Moon" seems to have not changed, and there is no loophole of cloudy or sunny, but the white porcelain bowl has long since disappeared.

However, Gui knew that this ordinary white porcelain bowl was just properly broken into powder.

It withdrew its gaze, and its tone was a little teasing, "It seems that the strength of this sword is just right, so far, Mr. Zhao is really blessed. After being wronged, the mother and daughter will go to battle together to seek justice for you."

"However, Yu Huaijin is not a simple person. It seems that this ceremony was arranged randomly after she entered the door according to local conditions. The original intention was to trap you and Fan Yushu, who have no aura. Losing is also expected.

I just don't know if Yu Huaijin has any other means, but as long as she doesn't have too rare secret arts or has practiced high-ranking skills, she should not be able to beat your wife. Female monks with the same level of cultivation, but one is a Taoist cultivator, the other is a sword cultivator, and the latter is a first-class flying sword..."

Speaking of this, Gui couldn't help but look at Concubine Zhao Ling, who was standing beside Zhao Rong and took a step forward to protect him behind her. Don't harm Concubine Zhao Ling, let her go, her avenue is far away, sword cultivators should be at ease and should not be restrained."

Hearing this, Zhao Rong suspected that it was someone else's sword spirit. He said angrily, "I don't want Qingjun, so I can live with you?"

Return: "..."

Zhao Rong paused, and his tone softened slightly, "At the foot of Youshan, you woke me up by scolding me, saying that if it was really for Qingjun's benefit, I shouldn't choose for her presumptuously, now I hold Qingjun's hand and walk away When we got together, you asked me to let Qingjun go for her own good, and let you go, and you said all the co-authored words?"

Jian Ling was silent for a while, and sighed slightly. This sigh was obviously Zhao Rong's familiar voice, but it made him feel that it carried some vicissitudes from a long time ago.

This feeling is indescribable. If Zhao Rong were to describe it, it would be a person who, after experiencing countless years, was already old. He was sitting in front of the stove and reading a book, and suddenly saw a similarly familiar and regretful past event. I can't bear to turn the page, even though I know in my heart that this is not the story that made me regret it at the beginning, but it is hard to understand after all.

"I just feel a little pity, and I'm just talking casually. How can everything in this world be perfect as you want... Don't listen, it's good to be with Zhao Lingfei now, and her sword heart is also showing signs of recovery. .”

Zhao Rong suddenly said: "I know that Qing Jun's road is very far, but since she called me a beloved person and entrusted her body and mind, then no matter how far the road is, I, Zhao Ziyu, will accompany her down the road."

He paused, and then added, "And Xiaoxiao, I want to lead them along, and don't even try to escape."

Gui Le let out a sigh, "Hey, you're so stubborn, didn't you still fear that the king would see the king?"

Zhao Rong waved his hand, full of arrogance, "They are all from my old Zhao family. Our Zhao family governs the family with Confucianism, so you have to listen to me. Qingjun and Xiaoxiao, it's okay to make a little awkward, but if you dare to be stupid Let them know, whoever decides in the family has the final say."

Sword Spirit was amazed.

Zhao Rong suddenly softened his tone, "Ahem, little Guigui, I saw that the water bowl in Yu Huaijin's hand was gone, did Qing Jun break it? Is this water bowl worth the money?"

After all, the family is different, who knows if what other people take out is some kind of rare treasure, Zhao Rong is still very good at housekeeping.

Gui sighed, and said seriously: "Zhao Rong, you are in a big trouble. This bowl is worth a lot. It was used by the ancient emperor to drink water. Here I suggest you compensate Qingjun to her, um, add another Su Xiaoxiao, forget it, let’s add you, although it’s not worth much, but it’s neat and tidy, a family together.”

"roll!"

Zhao Rong scolded her mother.

When Zhao Rong listened to Gui's words in Xinhu.

In the courtyard of Dongli Xiaozhu, there was still a moment of silence.

Outside the courtyard gate, ever since Concubine Zhao Ling and Yu Huaijin looked at each other, Li Jinshu had been gazing at Li Jinshu with his hands down. Seeing that the two women in the court had no further signs of attack, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Jinshu tilted his head, looked helplessly at Zhao Rong, and immediately turned around. He looked solemn, facing the temporarily deserted and empty street in Nanxuan Academy, bowed his hands and saluted in a certain direction.

In the quiet courtyard.

The air of silence was suddenly broken.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked away from Yu Huaijin, turned her head, looked up and down, and looked at Brother Rong'er carefully, only to see that he was wearing autumn clothes as he listened to her, with a ruddy complexion, and was looking at her in a daze. I don't know if he was in a daze, or... he was fascinated by seeing her.

"Idiot." Concubine Zhao Ling spat secretly, but her long and narrow eyes still narrowed unconsciously, she couldn't help lowering her head when Zhao Rong stared at her.

Concubine Zhao Ling pinched the corner of her clothes, then raised her head, with a small smile on her lips, walked to the table, put down the food box, opened it with her hand, and took something.

The eyes of Yu Huaijin, Li Jinshu, Jia Tengying and others subconsciously followed Zhao Lingfei.

She took out a steaming porcelain bowl from the box, which seemed to be filled with porridge. She stirred it a few times with a spoon, lifted her chin slightly, pouted her pink lips, and blew twice.

Immediately, Concubine Zhao Ling took the bowl of hot porridge, swayed her lotus steps, and walked up to Zhao Rong who was in a daze. She raised her head slightly.Hold the porridge with both hands, hold it to his mouth, and laugh at Yanyan:

"Husband, eat porridge."

"Ahem." Li Jinshu coughed twice and looked away.

Jia Tengying looked at the gentle woman in front of him in a daze, who was completely different from the domineering, cold-eyed woman who showed her sharpness just now.

Yu Huaijin's eyes narrowed slightly, she pursed her lips, put Bai Yu's little hands back into her sleeves, and turned her head slightly to look at Zhao Rong.

'Ah ah. "Zhao Rong got out of his mind, his eyes lowered, and he immediately saw the hot smoke rising in front of his eyes, and the blooming smile behind the hot smoke.

A scent of lotus seeds penetrated into his nose, mixed with her familiar breath.

Zhao Rong's eyes softened, and he raised his hand to take the bowl of glutinous rice porridge with lotus seeds, "Thank you, Qingjun."

Concubine Zhao Ling shook her head with a smile, watched Brother Rong scoop up a spoon, tasted it, and nodded with bright eyes.

Her smile became brighter, and she looked at Zhao Rong with clear eyes.

But at this moment, watching this scene, everyone in the courtyard felt that they were full of something just like Zhao Rong.

"Cough cough!"

Li Jinshu couldn't stand it any longer, he clenched his fist next to his mouth and coughed twice.