i have a sword fairy

Zhao Rong glanced at the shape of the man in front of him holding a sword in his arms, facing him sideways, and looking up at the bright moon.

Zhao Rong couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and nodded slowly.

This look, in the storybook novels, is probably a master.

However, Zhao Rong always felt that the taste was not good, but he couldn't remember what was wrong for a while.

Zhao Rong shook his head and didn't worry about it any more.

He sized up the master Li Bai for a while, then suddenly stretched out his index finger, pointing to the sword in the man's arms.

Zhao Rong straightened his face and said seriously: "Then Uncle Bai's sword must be very powerful, right?"

Li Bai nodded upon hearing this.

The man holding the sword also had a straight face, and said seriously: "It's very powerful, the kind that can split Wangque Island with a single sword."

Zhao Rong gasped, with a serious expression on his face.

Li Bai also looked serious.

Just like that, both of them had straight faces, staring at each other, and the atmosphere became quiet for a while.

Ever since, at this corner of the street, there was such a strange scene: two men, one big and one small, stared at each other, motionless.

Only in the next second, Zhao Rong's expression changed.

He shrugged his eyelids, curled his lips and said, "I don't believe it."

Li Bai smiled and said loudly, "Don't believe me? Then have a look for yourself."

After saying that, he loosened his arms immediately, and threw the sword in his arms directly to a brat who had been peeking at it for a long time.

Zhao Rong was slightly taken aback, so happy?

However, he subconsciously caught the flying sword with both hands, and his expression remained unchanged.

Zhao Rong looked up at Li Bai, who had a calm expression, and immediately weighed the ancient sword with his right hand, which was slightly heavy.

He has been suspicious for a long time.

At this time, Zhao Rong held the sword in both hands and looked down intently.

The hilt style of this sword is not only mediocre, but also rotten.

It belongs to the kind of ordinary sword hilt that you can often see when walking on the street.

In the Xuanhuang world, there are several styles of swords, which have almost become the templates of swords that are popular all over the world. Right now, the hilt of this sword is like this, and it is one of the most popular types. There is no such thing as Zhao Rong's wen sword novel style.

Right now, the hilt is good-looking, but it is nothing new, because everyone is using it.

But this is just the appearance of the sword, what the sword is like depends on the inside...

He was quiet for a while, holding the cloth-wrapped scabbard with his left hand and the hilt with his right hand.

The next moment, with a forceful swipe of his right hand, he pulled out most of the sword.

Zhao Rong held his breath, and his eyes fell on the blade...

He saw that the ancient sword's body was simple and unpretentious, and its style was still ordinary, the same as the hilt, and even matched very harmoniously, which made him extremely familiar.

Because looking at it as a whole, this is clearly the style of the three-foot green front that is popular at the foot of the mountain.

It belongs to the earliest ancient sword, which has been popular in the Xuanhuang world for tens of thousands of years. You can find a blacksmith shop at the foot of the mountain, and you can buy this style of three-foot Qingfeng on the spot without customizing. It is already the most common standard.

This is the tune of the Emperor Xuanhou Sword?

Zhao Rong frowned, but didn't say anything.

He didn't give up hope, his eyes were on the ordinary sword body, he searched and searched, but...he didn't find the inscription of the two words he was thinking of.

Instead, on the body of the sword near the hilt, I found a strange character that I didn't recognize, which was very strange.

But it wasn't the two words Zhao Rong was looking for.

Immediately, he completely pulled the sword out of the scabbard, looked it up and down carefully, and looked it over several times, but found nothing else.

Zhao Rong clearly remembered that when Lin Wenruo mentioned Zhao Qingyi to him in Zhongnan Kingdom.

In order to dispel Zhao Rong's doubts, Gui Zeng mentioned it to him.

Every elector's sword is engraved with its glorious real name, which cannot be hidden.

And the emperor's election sword that disappeared with Zhao Qingyi after the collapse of the emperor's mansion in Kundu, West Fuyaozhou, was really called... Taihuang.

These two words will be engraved on the sword body...

Soon.

Zhao Rong frowned.

Without a two-character inscription, this sword is not too wild.

Chapter 344 Unknown Sword, Unknown Fate

At this moment, Zhao Rong didn't speak any more, and most of his attention was on the strange sword in front of him.

He suddenly lifted his feet and walked to the middle of the street, riding the setting sun on the black mountain in the distance, not completely swallowed by the black outline of the black mountain.

Under the golden afterglow, Zhao Rong twisted his wrist, put the three-foot green front horizontally, and fixed it with his eyebrows.

The clear sword body was golden yellow quenched by the setting sun, reflecting the sword light, illuminating his handsome brows like a sword.

But at this time, the sword eyebrows gradually frowned.

The more Zhao Rong looked at it, the more confused he became.

He has been guessing faintly in his heart all this time, is it wrong?

Could it be that their branch of the Zhao Clan of Great Chu really has nothing to do with the main line of the Zhao Clan that was destroyed in the Kundu of West Fuyaozhou 17 years ago?

Those old people who may exist in Fuyao Xuandihou's Mansion, and Zhao Qingyi, the orphan of the Zhao family whose gender is unknown, are not by their side?

Isn't the latter one of him, Qing Jun and Xiao Qian'er?

Then Qingjun spent four years ascending to the sky, and when he cried to him in private, what happened to the sword that he couldn't draw out?

What she said at the time, the sword that overflows with stabbing silver-white sword light, is it the one in front of her?

Is it too barren?

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, and the silver sword light of the horizontal sword in his hand shone into his eyes.

But there was no vision, no tingling feeling... It's just that the eyes are staring for too long, and it's just a little sour.

Zhao Rong's face was calm, and his eyes did not blink.

But the heart lake is not peaceful.

The water in his heart lake was full of waves.

At this moment, I have a thousand thoughts.

No wonder Zhao Rong was so worried.

Ever since the memory was awakened on the wedding night, from the perspective of a bystander, every time I think of the past, I find too many coincidences and suspicions.

And a few months ago, the Tsing Yi of the Zhao family that Lin Wenruo mentioned happened to be the same age as them.

In addition, Zhao Rong revived the memory of his previous life as if he was reborn. Although he has accepted the reality of being a waste of talent, compared with Qing Jun, he is not at all like a man of destiny.

However, the inertia of thinking in his previous life still made him think of himself as the protagonist of a novel. After all, Zhao Rong has never forgotten the strange sword hidden in his soul, and the sword spirit is the return.

When he woke up his memory more than half a year ago, he had always regarded it as a golden finger in a storybook novel, a sharp weapon for pretending to slap his face.

result……

Good guy, except for an extra stinky sword spirit who loves to speak yin and yang and sleeps in, there is no use for Mao.

Every time people show their holiness in front of others, Zhao Rong has to exhaust himself to do it by himself...

But no matter what, this person's golden finger, which I have no other, still gave Zhao Rong inexplicable confidence and a good sense of self.

Ever since, when he heard that Fuyao's Elector had a bloodline that was wandering outside, Zhao Rong leaned over without blushing at all, well, the first thing that came to his mind was him and Qingjun Qian'er.

However, Zhao Rong also gradually realized that the identity of Zhao's Tsing Yi did not seem to be a good thing, on the contrary, it was extremely dangerous.

But at this moment, he wanted to get rid of it again, but he found it a little difficult, and the more Zhao Rong thought about it, the more he felt...it was indeed full of doubts.

Why did my mother insist on telling the truth and let him marry without any explanation, regardless of Zhao Rong's future as a Confucian scholar.

Now that I think about it carefully, could it be that there really is such a cruel mother in the world, even if it exists, he just happened to meet it by luck?

In the past, before awakening the memory of his previous life, Zhao Rong thought that his mother was eccentric and loved Qingjun so much that he let him marry him.

Later, after waking up the memory of his previous life, Zhao Rong felt that it was this mother who was as open-minded as he was, and didn't care much about her family status, and only wanted to let him and Qingjun, childhood sweethearts, achieve a positive result.

But now it seems that there is another deep meaning.

By the way, there is also Mr. Fang, the teacher.

In Dachu before, he seemed to persuade Zhao Rong to stay intentionally or unintentionally, not to run away from home, and took the initiative to find Qingjun to get back together.

On weekdays, this mentor is also quite concerned about the relationship between Zhao Rong and Qingjun.

Afterwards, Mr. Fang gave him the recommendation letter to enter Lin Lu Academy just right.

Moreover, in Zhao Rong's impression, Mr. Fang was originally the tutor of the Zhao Family School in the Duke's Mansion of Dachu.

He was also the first teacher of him and Qingjun Qian'er.

Later, because of this kind of incense, the Jingnan Duke's Mansion was put into operation. In addition, there was a shortage of Confucian students in Dachu at that time, and Mr. Fang successfully entered the new Imperial College of the Dachu State Teacher.

Afterwards, Qingjun and Qian'er chose to continue their practice instead of studying.

However, Zhao Rong entered the Grand Chu State Prison and continued to study Confucianism with him.

So... Is Mr. Fang also in it, knowing something?

In addition, Qingjun's father who has never returned, um, is Zhao Rong's nominal father-in-law, and his own father.

These two people have never appeared before.

All the signs are indeed very suspicious.

Is Zhao Tsing Yi, who bears a special fate and seems to have a blood feud that Zhao Rong finds extremely clichéd, among the three of them?

Is it him who is a waste of physique, or Qing Jun with superb cultivation talent, or is it the little Qian'er who hides behind the two of them.

Or to put it another way...it wasn't Zhao Rong and the others at all!

They are also smoke bombs to confuse the enemy. From the beginning to the end, they are the targets and blindfolds set up by the old people who helped the Elector's Mansion on the small Wangque Island, and they can be thrown out anytime and anywhere.

Or lure the enemy into the net, and catch them all.

Or let the enemy kill by mistake, thinking that Zhao Qingyi is dead.

This was also what worried Zhao Rong.

Because no matter which possibility it is, it seems very tricky.

It completely runs counter to his idea of ​​living a normal life with Qingjun, Xiaoxiao, Qian'er, and An Anxin.

Ever since holding hands with Xiao Xiao and Qing Jun, it seems that they have cared for their family. Zhao Rong no longer returned to the time when he just woke up from etiquette.

Now, he just thinks that when the right time is right, he will take Xiao Xiao to meet Qing Jun, try his best to make the two get along, and then form a stable family together.

Live in Duyou City, or go anywhere, as long as you have them by your side.

Zhao Rong is reading.

Qingjun and Qian'er practice swords.

Xiaoxiao reads books about wits and beauties and listens to strange stories from Liaozhai.

Occasionally at night, the four of them went up to the roof together, chatting and admiring the moon, and then Zhao Rong supervised them to be female celebrities, practice swordsmanship, and learn musical instruments...

The years are quiet and good, and the plainness is true.

It's just that these simple lives, right now... Zhao Rong couldn't help frowning.

If it's possible that the three of them are targets, then it's better to say something.

Maybe their three targets will never be used, and the enemy may not be able to find this layer at all.

But just in case, the enemy is not stupid, but very cunning and treacherous.