i have a sword fairy

Qingjun smiled sweetly.

Zhao Rong smiled like a spring breeze.

then……

"Me too." A little girl's voice came weakly.

"Puchi." Qing Jun laughed again.

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head.

Qian'er pursed her mouth, and bumped into the big pig's hoof next to her with her small body.

Zhao Rong was startled, looked at Qingjun who buried his head and started to laugh again.

He leaned over and bumped into her too.

Qingjun let out a soft sound and bit his lip.

She looked down at the jet black ink on her fingers.

The woman narrowed her autumn eyes, smiling happily, and in the next second, suddenly reached out and wiped the face of the man beside her.

A certain little girl also cleverly raised her ink-stained hand and followed.

Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment, and looked down at the mirror-like water surface, with painted faces on both sides.

He blinked, dipping his fingers in ink.

Just looking up again, the sneak attacking Qing Jun and Qian'er had already disappeared...

……

Zhao Rong, Concubine Zhao Ling, Zhao Qian'er.

The three childhood sweethearts meet again, just like when they were children.

It's no longer the corner, but it's already formed.

……

After the three of Zhao Rong finished washing the inkstones in the ink pool, they first went back to Dongli Xiaozhu together to pack some things.

Except for some daily necessities that Concubine Zhao Ling bought for him, which needed to be put away.

Zhao Rong also had to return a 'special autumn coat' under the supervision of a certain big light bulb.

With a stern face, Qian'er put away the young lady's 'little clothes' that someone handed over neatly.

She glanced at the two people in front of her.

Both Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling turned their faces away, their expressions a little embarrassed.

Qian'er suddenly whispered to Zhao Rong and said:

"Brother Rong, I'm not meddling. It's been a long time since you put this in your place. You guys are so messy... I have to take it back and clean it up...you play with the lady... just play, but Pay attention to hygiene..."

The little girl's voice was almost inaudible afterward.

Concubine Zhao Ling hurriedly turned her back on her back, Lianbu hurriedly escaped from the north room, and said, "Brother Rong's bed should be dried, I'll take it back."

Zhao Rong glanced at the midday sun outside.

He turned around and looked at Xiao Qian'er who seemed to know everything with a blank expression that made him wonder.

If I say that I'm just... forget it, don't say it, you won't believe it.

Believe it, it is also based on doubting whether Brother Ronger and I have any strange problems.

Zhao Rong shook his head.

Then, the three of them packed up.

Zhao Rong introduced Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu, two good friends, to Qingjun and Qian'er.

The four smiled and said a few words, and got to know each other for a while.

There was nothing else to do afterwards, Zhao Rong was dressed in a green shirt, carrying fine wine, and took the lady in purple who lifted the food box, and Qian'er, who was about to squeeze in between the two, went to Mr. Yan's perch feast together.

According to what the elder brother said before, the banquet was held at Lanzhoudu.

It happened to be the place where Zhao Rong had a class last time, so he was quite familiar with it.

After about a stick of incense.

The three of them passed the canyon where the lecture hall was located, which was the only way to the riverside.

As soon as the group of people stepped out of the canyon, the sound of the waves of the big river in the distance rushed towards them.

Zhao Rong kept walking, ready to take Qingjun and Qian'er directly past.

Just suddenly, he noticed that Qingjun's steps beside him seemed to have paused slightly.

Turning her head to look, she found that she was looking back, staring in the direction of Guting Gujing just passing by.

"Qing Jun, what's the matter?"

Zhao Rong stopped and looked at Zhengguan Well, whose well water made him dream of it.

He suddenly said: "That ancient pavilion is called the Jingjing Pavilion. Mr. Academy likes to pass the scriptures and righteousness here, and the ancient well inside is well-known..."

Zhao Rong watched Qing Jun's face and repeated what he knew.

Concubine Zhao Ling turned her head slowly, and listened for a while with a pretty face.

She thought for a moment, then shook her head: "It's okay."

Zhao Rong said seriously, "Is it really all right?"

Concubine Zhao Ling thought about it again, nodded slightly, took her husband's arm, and snuggled up to him.

Zhao Rong nodded, smiled, and stopped asking.

The group of three resumed their journey.

Concubine Zhao Ling straightened her waist, gently pulled her husband, looked at Li Du who was passing by in the distance, her autumn eyes slightly closed.

She was silent, suppressing the sword energy in her body that had been calm for a long time but suddenly produced strange waves.

……

Lanzhou Ferry.

Maple forest, wooden case, fine wine.

Confucian scholars, classics, delicacies.

A bass feast is underway.

When Zhao Rong arrived with his wife and Qian'er, everyone else had already arrived.

There were not many people in the banquet this time, only a dozen or so people, it was considered as a private gathering between Mr. Yan and his disciples.

The reason for the event, according to the big brother, is that Mr. Yan missed the water shield soup and sea bass in his hometown because of the autumn wind.

The only outsiders at the banquet were Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er.

Zhao Rong smiled and introduced Xia Qingjun and Qian'er to Mr. Yan and the senior brothers and sisters.

In the eyes of these academicians at the banquet.

The lady and her personal servant girl are both sword cultivators who are not yet full of Haoran Realm, and they are both geniuses of the Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion.

The former is an evildoer who is about to reach the Tianzhi Realm and is well-known in the Taiqing Mansion.

Such a shocking blessing, if people don't know it, they may think that this junior brother is the direct heir of a wealthy family.

Everyone at the banquet secretly took a breath and looked at it.

His eyes turned back and forth on the three of Zhao Rong, especially Concubine Zhao Ling, who was holding Zhao Rong's arm tightly. She was well-known for a long time, and she was dressed in a mysterious purple dress, which was very eye-catching.

Many men raised their wine glasses and drank a few more silently.

Appreciate the beauties, taste the wine, and taste the food.

It's all set today.

All Confucian scholars smiled happily.

Before, most of them, except for senior brother Li Jinshu and others, had only heard about this matter, but now they saw it with their own eyes, a real person came here.

Alas, this Zhao Ziyu, junior brother Zhao, is really blessed.

All the academicians at the banquet knew the origin of Zhao Rong, a junior.

It's just that he kept silent about his status as a son-in-law, and didn't spread it in the academy.

Because the master has seriously warned them.

And no fool would do such an offending thing.

Zhao Rong is loved by Mr. Yan, and his disciples all see it.

This little junior is very likely to be a real fellow with them in the future, maybe there is a little hope for hitting the position of the seed of reading...

During the banquet, Zhao Rong sat at the nearest to Mr. Yan's right hand.

Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er were on the side, pouring fine wine for Zhao Rong and Mr. Yan, showing courtesy, gentleness and generosity.

Yan Jidao was very satisfied.

He was still a little worried before, Zhao Rong's wife, as the proud daughter of the Taiqing Mansion, and the kind of sharp-edged and domineering 'genius' of the Sword Cultivator Society, made Zhao Rong's husband depressed.

Now it seems……

Yan Jidao laughed and shook his head, he was a little envious of the way the young couple raised their eyebrows and harped in harmony.

After that, everyone got along well.

At the banquet, pushing cups and changing cups, talking and talking, it was fun.

During the dinner, Mr. Yan often asked Zhao Rong beside him about his recent situation in the school, and supervised his academic progress, as well as the status of studying the Thirteen Confucian Classics.

The old man, who was far away from his hometown, nodded in satisfaction from time to time, and raised his glass to invite him to drink.

About half an hour later.

The party broke up.

Chapter 299 A Heart-to-Heart Talk by the Riverside

"Ziyu, don't leave yet, come and talk."

After the perch feast was over, the disciples bid farewell to Yan Ji and left.

Yan Jidao suddenly called out to Zhao Rong who was about to leave with his wife.

Zhao Rong stopped, took Qingjun and Qian'er, and walked towards Mr. Yan amidst the kind laughter of the seniors.

The senior brother patted the younger junior brother on the shoulder, and then went to deal with the chores of the banquet.

The three of Zhao Rong and Mr. Yan were left to chat by the bank of the river.

At this time, the weather was bright and clear, and the current of the river was soothing. Yan Jidao was fishing with a fishing rod.

Zhao Rong also took out a fishing rod and sat beside Mr. Yan to fish.

Yan Jidao stroked his beard and turned his head, and glanced at Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er who were waiting quietly behind Zhao Rong.

During the banquet just now, he was going to give the second daughter a meeting gift, but was declined by Zhao Rong.

At this time, Zhao Rong seemed to have noticed Yan Jidao's gaze, and said with a smile:

"Teacher, those imported poems you sent are too precious. I heard from the senior brother that they are all your favorite collections that have been eye-catching over the years."

He smiled helplessly and shook his head.

"How dare Zhuojing and I take it, and we came here in a hurry today, we only brought a few dishes and a jar of wine, the teacher's sea bass has already made us a feast, how can Zhuojing and I have the shame to accept it again Such a precious thing."

Yan Jidao actually saw that both Concubine Zhao Ling and Concubine Zhao Qian'er were in a state of greatness, and that Concubine Zhao Ling was stuck in a bottleneck, so he prepared to send out those quality poems.

That's what they need.

Although from the Haoran Realm to the Tianzhi Realm, if one wants to break through in one fell swoop without breaking through, one needs an extremely precious Nanshan poem, and at the same time, the person who breaks through the realm must have a feeling for the poem.

With the help of this kind of induction in the dark, it breaks the mirror with the surging aura provided by Nanshan Pin's poems in one fell swoop.