i have a sword fairy

If they found these three targets, then this is a one-time thing.

They live or die.

Because these unknown enemies can only attack once, and they don't necessarily have to attack with all their strength, unless they are confused by the 'target' and are absolutely sure that it is Zhao Qingyi, so they attack with all their strength.

And the old people of the Fuyao Elector's Mansion behind it probably have countermeasures to deal with. It is impossible for the enemy to easily knock down the 'target' without any protection. It is 100% sure that the 'target' is not Zhao Qingyi up.

Therefore, next to the 'target', placing some dead soldiers for resistance is probably a thing that exists.

The more confused, the more tempting the enemy's target, the more so.

Just like at this moment, the sword-holding man in front of Zhao Rong, as well as Uncle Kun and others who are in Qinglianju, Duyou East City, are likely to be such existences.

If you guessed right.

The identities of these dead men are indeed sad, but Zhao Rong is not sympathetic right now.

Because either because of their special beliefs or because of their steadfast mission, they can sacrifice themselves to help the Zhao family.

However, Zhao Rong felt that he and Qingjun Qian'er did not have this belief and mission, and did not have the obligation to accompany them to bear this matter, at least not right now.

Even Zhao Rong was wary of the thought of 'sacrificing to help the Zhao family' that these people would instill in the three of them in the future.

Because he can't empathize, and hates the emptiness of fate at someone else's hands.

And at this moment, Zhao Rong insisted that a chess piece is a chess piece, no matter how vigorous and tender, it is still a manipulated chess piece.

So, a few days ago, when he heard the Mohist "Su Si Said" come out of Qingjun's mouth, he immediately became vigilant.

Thought infiltration is the scariest thing.

Generally speaking, although there may be dead soldiers around them, it is dangerous to be portrayed as Zhao Qingyi's target.

Because Zhao Rong felt that if he was a strategist among the old people in Fuyao's Elector's Mansion, he would be in such a situation of being hunted down to the ends of the earth, and the blood of Fuyao's Electorate was at stake.

Then even if it is for your own people, you will never show mercy.

Go straight to the most ruthless move, even cheating your own people:

Let the 'target' think that they are Zhao's Tsing Yi, the young master, and let the dead man think that what he is protecting is the real young master.

Then, after the enemy came to the door in "desperate desperation", everyone fought to the death, but the result still fell short, the "young master" died, or was half-dead and captured...

In this way, he deceived the enemy, thinking that the last bloodline of Fuyao's electorate had been wiped out, so he stopped and left.

Of course, if you can use this 'target' to design a net to wipe out the enemy, then there is no need to sacrifice so many of your own people and waste the above-mentioned twists and turns.

But even the Fuyao Elector's Mansion in its heyday was destroyed.

So for the remaining old people now, it is estimated that it will be difficult to do this.

So I can only use the most ruthless move.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath.

To sum up, as a pawn target, although it is dangerous, if you can survive it without the worst situation, then you will have a brighter future, unless your brain gets hot and you choose to go back to serve.

Because after using it once, there is almost no use value, which also means that it is completely safe.

However, if Zhao Rong and Qingjun Qian'er were not targets, or rather, only two of them were.

The real Tsing Yi of the Zhao family is hidden among the three of them, and the core old people of the Fuyao Emperor's Mansion secretly surround them. A bureau has been set up for more than ten years, and the three of them are protected the most. .

Then, Zhao Rong felt that this was the worst and worst situation.

As for why...

At this moment, Zhao Rong stood alone in the setting sun that was like blood, staring at the sword body in front of him, that strange and strange word, and remained silent.

Zhao Rong suddenly wanted to ask Li Bai.

Is he a master?

Did he and his wife Qian'er have already entered the game?

If you are already in the situation, what kind of situation is it?

However, in the end, Zhao Rong still didn't open his mouth, because right now is not the time to explore these things. After so many years have passed peacefully, what is the truth... and he is not in a hurry for this moment.

The sword in his hand, which was only engraved with one word and not too wild, made him slightly relieved.

He was more and more inclined towards the situation that he and Qingjun Qian'er might be Zhao Qingyi's substitute targets.

If so...

Zhao Rong couldn't help but sigh.

He remembered that he had said before that the Fuyao Emperor Elector was one of the most powerful among the nine Emperor Electors, and his collaterals also spread across the nine continents of the world, with huge influence.

It's just that right now, this is still a small Wangque Continent, and I don't know how the other eight continents, those old people who helped shake the Emperor's Mansion, arranged them and how much effort they spent.

How many children of the Zhao family died, and the collateral families were either fragmented, or all were slaughtered by "accidents".

Just like the Zhao family of the branch of Zhishui Kingdom that was destroyed by the monster dragon last time, a genius of the Wangquezhou Zhao family who was as famous as Qingjun fell, and I don't know if the Sikou Mansion has found the culprit...

This is an enemy who can fight against the top elector of the human race, or is it hiding in the dark...

At this moment, the setting sun faded from Zhao Rong's body, and the lights from the nearby shops hit his sharp side face.

Zhao Rong silently memorized the outline of the strange character on the sword, and then slowly put the sword back into the sheath with his right hand.

Seeing the scene ahead, Li Bai raised his right eyebrow slightly.

He folded his hands, turned his head and looked at the small bright moon with a faint silhouette on the eastern sky in the opposite direction behind him.

The man holding the sword without holding the sword turned his head, looked at the Confucian scholar who was no longer admiring the sword in the setting sun, and grinned.

At this moment.

"Good sword."

Zhao Rong suddenly nodded and sighed.

Without the sword, Li Bai folded his arms habitually, looking with interest at the shops on the street that gradually lit up.

Hearing the words at this moment, he couldn't help but glance at Zhao Rong, raised his hand and pinched his chin with some blue stubble, and analyzed:

"I didn't expect you to have a good eye, not only for women, but also for swords. This time I won't pull it."

Zhao Rong was looking down at the three-foot green blade in his hand, then raised his head, frowning and thought about it.

Seriously said: "Appreciate women's attention? Hmm... On the point of finding a wife, it's not me, Zhao Ziyu, I really haven't lost to anyone. The first time I saw Qing Jun, I knew she was my wife."

His tone was solemn, as if what he said meant something.

Li Bai gritted his teeth, "Is there still such a skill?"

Zhao Rong continued to babble casually: "If you are not talented, there are three great pleasures in this life. Reading at the window in the rainy night, looking at the sword with a lamp at night, and admiring the beauties alone under the moonlight."

Li Bai gave him a thumbs up.

Zhao Rong suddenly raised his head, "Uncle Bai, what is the name of this sword?"

Li Bai looked around, "It's written on the sword."

Zhao Rong frowned, "You know this word."

Li Bai said casually, "I don't know."

Zhao Rong was speechless, "Then how do you know this is the name of the sword?"

Li Bai looked sideways and gave him a contemptuous look.

"The name of the sword is written on the body of the sword. Isn't that how it is written in the stories of knights? Isn't this common sense? You don't even know, how did you come out to mess around? It's too ridiculous."

"However, I usually call it Sanchi, because there are a lot of swords of this style on the market, all of which are collectively called Sanchi Sword. Then call it Sanchi, a good name."

Three feet Qingfeng, three feet?This is too casual.

Zhao Rong smiled.

Li Bai suddenly asked curiously: "Is your kid really so good at appreciating women?"

Zhao Rong said clearly: "Is it because I can't bear the loneliness and want to find a wife? It turns out that the masters are also lonely."

Li Bai shook his head, "No, I'm just a little curious. Show Xiaoqian'er, who can accept this girl?"

Zhao Rong was quiet for a while, and immediately turned his face sternly, with a very serious tone, and affirmed:

"Little Qian'er is so lovely, of course she can find a very good husband who she also likes for 10 minutes. Do you need to ask? Uncle Bai, there is something wrong with your thinking."

Li Bai: "..."

After finishing some kind words, Zhao Rong saw that Li Bai was silent, and secretly said that it was true, and then he turned his head nonchalantly, and saw the little girl who had finished shopping at some distance behind her, squinting at them.

Want to trick me?no way!

Zhao Rong immediately threw Sanchi back and walked towards Zhao Qian'er...

Chapter 345 Pig Hand!Let go of my eight-pack hard abs!

a few days ago.

In the territory of Dali Dynasty, on a spacious official road.

There is a group of horses galloping on the official road at full speed.

At this time, it was in the morning, the sky was bright and the air was clear, and the autumn sun was shining brightly.

This group of cavalry, looked from a distance, there are about thirty people, if you look carefully, you can't help but make people a little bit dumbfounded.

The beast that Gein was riding was blood red all over, with black pupils, like a sweaty horse down the mountain, with a ferocious head.

At this moment, these 'sweat-blooded BMWs' are being extremely docile for everyone to ride, their speed is more than three times that of ordinary sweat-blooded BMWs, and they are running like lightning.

When the ordinary people on the roadside met them, most of them retreated to the side of the road early to make way for these noble people.

Although the horse team has a good momentum, the clothes of the horse team members are quite novel, not like the official clothes of those dignitaries down the mountain.

This group of cavalry did not frighten the people of Dali on the side of the road, guessing the flags again and again.

Among the people in the horse team, there were about 20 young men dressed as Confucian scholars, all dressed in green Zijin and wearing jade biscuits made of suet-like jade around their waists.

The rest of the dozen or so people were mostly dressed as servants.

There are beautiful maids with slender waists, old servants, and weird men who can hold a sword in one hand even if they are riding a horse.

But among them, there is a beautiful figure, which is very eye-catching.

This is a pretty girl about sixteen or seventeen years old, not tall, but slender and slender.

Her face was indeed extremely handsome, her smooth and black hair was tied into a high ponytail, and she was dressed in a masculine blue dress today.

This young girl with a very handsome face was skillfully steering the steed, her chin was raised slightly, her hair tied into a high ponytail fluttered in the wind.

It attracted the attention of many cavalry companions around, and this pretty and unusual figure was reflected in the eyes of everyone.

However, she ignored the gazes of the people around her.

The handsome girl's peach blossom eyes did not blink, and her attention was always on the back of the young Confucian scholar who was a horse ahead of her.

At this moment, I saw a burly man among the first few people, who was about to turn his head and say something to the young Confucian scholar.

Only in the next second, his eyelids twitched, he closed his mouth tightly, and quickly looked back, seeing that there was no shadow of a serious woman, the burly man was relieved.

He turned his head and laughed loudly:

"Haha, Ziyu, it's still interesting to go down the mountain. You can ride a horse as you like."

"Since Meng Xuezheng came back from our school, the students didn't even dare to fart all day long, and they all behaved well. On weekdays, they have to look behind them when they say a word, which is so fucking annoying. The atmosphere is so It's depressing to death, and I don't know where Meng Xuezheng got so many old-fashioned rules from there."

"It's also unlucky to have the cuju in our Hall of Justice. It was withdrawn by her, and all the hard work was wasted. This time, I will go to Dali this time. For my brother, I have to go back to the cuju and have a good time."

This group of people is exactly the group of Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu who set off to Dali.

Here, it is only a hundred miles away from Xiaoyaojin where they disembarked before.

Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and the others were taking their servants and maids on their way to the capital of Dali on the official road in Dali.

All their luggage was placed in Sumeru, so they traveled lightly.

At this time, Zhao Rong heard the words, glanced at Gu Yiwu, smiled lightly, and did not speak.

He touched the 'sweaty BMW' under him.

Zhao Rong is familiar with this horse with the blood of an alien animal. Not long ago, he also learned the name from Gu Yiwu, it is called Longju.