i have a sword fairy

However, the amazement in the eyes of the passers-by had not dissipated, and they turned their eyes immediately, and saw the man holding a sword next to this extremely handsome little fairy, and the young man in Confucian shirt who was looking up at her with piercing eyes.

Many eyes flicked across the jade bib on Zhao Rong's waist.

All this happened in just a few breaths.

Soon these passer-by monks passed by, and most of them looked reluctantly and enviously.

No one stays.

Zhao Rong was about to talk about Xiaoqian'er according to the familiar business process.

But at this moment, Li Bai's expression changed suddenly.

He straightened his back and took a deep breath.

"Hey, which fairy is this, so good-looking? Is it possible that I'm being blind again? Fairy, are you real or fake? Could it be the most beautiful thing in my heart that was transformed by the gods and demons from outside the world in my heart lake?" Human? It's over, it's over, I can't beat it, such a cute and invincible fairy...I surrender!"

Zhao Rong, who hesitated to speak, couldn't help but look sideways.

Zhao Qian'er was holding the corner of her clothes with her expression unchanged, she raised her head and looked at Zhao Rong with bright eyes.

A pair of peach blossom eyes with fine powder at the corners, full of anticipation and a certain guy's expression.

He didn't go to see Uncle Xiaobai, let alone the pedestrians beside him.

When Gein was with the young lady, this kind of staring salute has long been common. I remember that there were pedestrians passing by them before, and they bumped into the flag pole on the side of the road. It should be because of bad eyesight.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Li Bai coughed and turned his head to look around to ease his embarrassment.

But immediately, he went to see Zhao Rong with a displeased expression.

What came into view was the pretty little girl standing in front of Zhao Rong, her eyes were unblinking, and there was a certain expression on her little face, which might be a smile or a disappointed and sad expression in the next second, all of these are at this moment Waiting for a word to appear.

After Zhao Rong looked the little fairy up and down several times, he pinched his chin.

He glanced at Li Bai, how could he have snatched his flattering lines.

Zhao Rong also wanted to praise Xiaoqian'er as a fairy, or a goddess?No, it sounds too fake now.

And just after listening to Uncle Xiaobai's flattery, he suddenly found that he was not as skilled in this direction as he was.

I can only change the direction, I can't say all the words, I will save some words for the future...

So, Zhao Rong nodded solemnly, "Well, it's okay, it's pretty good."

Zhao Qian'er's small face suddenly burst into a smile, as innocent as a mountain flower, clean and moving.

Finally getting the attention and praise of this 'big wood', the happy little girl, regardless of her ladylike appearance for a moment, stood still, her small body leaned forward fiercely.

She embraced Zhao Rong's left arm, which was wrapped in her sleeve, and supported Zhao Rong's body for a sense of balance, looking up at his face with a smile.

Zhao Qian'er said happily, "Is it true?"

"Fake." Zhao Rong's face was serious, and his tone was immediately disrespectful.

"You...you dare!" Zhao Qian'er stared at her beautiful eyes, she raised her hand, pinched Zhao Rong's nose with her onion fingers, and said viciously: "Hmph, say it again!"

Zhao Rong blinked and wanted to open his mouth, "Fake..."

The little girl had sharp eyes and quick hands, and in the next second, Bai Nennen's palm covered his mouth.

She continued to stare at Zhao Rong angrily, wrinkling her little nose.

"Hmph, Brother Rong, do you dare to say it again?"

Zhao Qian'er, who looked like a graceful little fairy just a second ago, now bit her lips and puffed her lips, with a ferocious expression, or like a domineering little female bandit.

It's just that the slightly white pink lips that were bitten were a bit of a show, giving people a feeling of being weak and being bullied.

"No no no."

Zhao Rong said something.

Zhao Qian'er pricked up her small ears and listened for a while, as if she understood, she nodded calmly.

She flicked her little head and turned her face to Zhao Rong, "Are you kidding? Well, that's about the same. But, hum, Brother Rong is not allowed to make jokes in the future, not even a little bit of this kind of joke. Well, do you know , Big pig's trotters?"

"No no no."

Well?What the hell did Brother Rong say...

Zhao Qian'er was a little confused, even if she was worried, she quietly slanted her eyes and glanced at Zhao Rong who was 'kidnapped' by her.

But seeing Zhao Rong's gaze cast towards him in the next second, Zhao Qian'er quickly returned her gaze, and nodded in a dignified way, "Well, you promised Qian'er, right? Well, if you... yes, just nod and say what's on your mind Oh, once you say it, you are not allowed to go back on your word."

Zhao Rong, who was gagged, looked helpless and nodded his head twice.

Zhao Qian'er immediately let go of her little hand, but then pinched Zhao Rong's nose with lightning speed.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, retracted her hand, and spat: "Stinky pig's hooves."

Zhao Rong: "..."

Only then did he heave a sigh of relief, and continued to nod speechlessly, "Okay, okay. Well, Qian'er is indeed very good-looking. Besides, if there's nothing wrong, let's go to Brother Yiwu. He probably has been waiting for a long time."

Zhao Qian'er looked at the busy streets on the left and right, and waved her small hand.

"Now? No, who said it's okay, Brother Rong, you promised to go shopping together, and you also said that you can play here casually these few days, um, let that Gu wait, let's go shopping for a while."

Zhao Rong sighed and wanted to persuade.

Zhao Qian'er straightened the bangs on her forehead, and then hugged Zhao Rong's arms.

"Let's go, let's go over there and have a look. There are a lot of people at that food stall. By the way, we have to show Uncle Bai a look at his clothes. He behaved so-so on the road before, so let's reward him once."

Li Bai, who was originally looking a bit sleepy, raised his head, like an old dog who heard the sound, and immediately regained his energy.

The man holding the sword rubbed his hands, his eyes were shining, and he said anxiously to Xiao Qian'er:

"It's still Qian'er who cared about Uncle Rong'er. She didn't hurt in vain when she was a child, so she helped you teach Xiao Rongzi a lesson. Okay, let's go, good Qian'er, little Rongzi, let's go shopping for clothes."

Zhao Rong frowned, and glanced at Li Bai who seemed to have changed.

Uh, didn't he look like a detached master just now, as if he didn't have any interest in anything, detached from the outside, but now...

Zhao Qian'er nodded, raised her chin, and said in a crisp voice:

"Okay, Uncle Bai, don't worry, I'll pick out a more handsome and neat outfit for you when I go back. It's guaranteed to be even better than the elegant green shirt last time, and more like a master. People will definitely see that you are not simple , different..."

Li Bai condensed his eyebrows, showing a rare posture of concentration, and listened.

Zhao Qian'er suddenly paused, her pretty eyebrows were erected, and she said in a tone of hatred:

"But these clothes alone are not enough. You also have to wipe the scabbard in your arms frequently, as well as the hilt. Look, the white cloth wrapped on this sword is so dirty."

She counted with her fingers, teaching the young uncle Bai who was thirsty for knowledge.

"And people's hands are also very dirty, do you know? You have to wash your hands frequently. If you want to be a peerless master, how can you not wash your hands? Look at the masters in the book who smashed the enemy with one sword. How good is the maintenance of the sword without sticking to the slightest blood stain? Not to mention stains and dust, of course it is not."

When Li Bai heard the words, his face suddenly realized, but later she heard Xiao Qian'er say it.

Ask him to pull out the sword in his arms frequently, and after cleaning it, he must remember to wipe it with oil and maintain it well. If necessary, he can also consider putting it on the roof to bask in the sun, bathe in the moonlight, and absorb some of the essence of heaven and earth.

The man holding the sword glanced at the sword in his arms, feeling a little sad in his crotch.

Seeing Uncle Xiaobai's look of embarrassment, Zhao Qian'er sighed old-fashionedly, "Oh~ I've told you so many times before, why don't you change it? Is it possible that I still want to go back to the past, be sloppy every day, and be an outdated master of scumbags? ?”

Li Bai shook his head hastily, being scolded by the little girl, it was like a rattle.

"Hmph, it's not popular at all now. The sloppy thing is just to fool the country kids. Who will believe anyone who has a little brain? You are still reluctant to let go of this thing. It's too ridiculous."

Zhao Qian'er snorted coquettishly, and summed up her experience, as well as the weather vane of the clothes of the practitioners on the mountain recently.

"Well, let me tell you, Uncle Bai. Today's masters must wear pure and chic outfits, crisp and neat, with a little extravagance, which can reveal a very pure meaning inadvertently. This is high-end, understand Is it gone?"

She glanced at Li Bai.

The latter was holding the sword, subconsciously leaning forward and bending over, without blinking his eyes, listening intently.

It's just that right now, facing his question, he nodded and shook his head for a while.

"So stupid, so stupid! Uncle Bai is so stupid." Zhao Qian'er scratched her forehead, shook her head and sighed, feeling a little annoyed.

"Ah, how can I make you understand... Actually, if you want a high-end atmosphere, the shortcut is to emphasize one element first."

"For example..." Her eyes lit up, "Have you finished reading the album that I showed you last time? Isn't that peerless and peerless swordsman, dressed in white and standing alone under the moon, handsome? A white word is highlighted, yes Isn’t it very artistic and advanced?”

Li Bai's body trembled, his expression froze, he was completely enlightened.

"Hmph. Zhao Qian'er with her hands behind her back, like a schoolboy, raised her head and pointed her chin at Li Bai.

"Have you learned it? Well, but dirt can't be used as a prominent element. Cleanliness is the most basic requirement. Well, by the way, return the album to me after reading it. I also borrowed it from Xiaoyuenu."

Li Bai nodded vigorously, "Sure, little Qian'er, I'm almost finished reading it, and I'll return it to you later."

He sighed again, because he couldn't draw his sword, so he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Qian'er, you are right, I will find a way to wipe it when I get back. Also, the white-clothed Shengxue you mentioned is really fucking handsome, Especially standing on the eaves under the moon, with your back facing people, hissing. Little Qian'er, good Qian'er, just do it like this, you can choose a suitable set for me."

Zhao Qian'er raised her head proudly, almost becoming a little swan, and said arrogantly: "Hey, you don't know my taste in clothes? Let's go! Brother Rong, don't be dazed, let's go. Uncle Bai, I I have a few ideas, let’s talk about them in detail.”

Zhao Rong: "..."

Zhao Qian'er and Li Bai got together and discussed the important matter of changing the 'skin' for the master.

Zhao Rong listened in a daze for a while.

He couldn't help but looked at Li Bai carefully.

No wonder when we first met, I felt something was wrong with Uncle Bai.

It felt like he was a little different.

It's just that I haven't seen him for a long time, and I still feel that person is still the same person, who likes to hold a sword and pretend to be a master...

When he was waiting for Xiao Qian'er to come out, he was also looking around.

It turned out that he was much more clean and tidy, and he was no longer the old alcoholic-like sloppy master style.

Then I wanted to buy clothes and looked around on the street...

In other words, can something like a master's style change?

Good guy, really professional.

Is this the self-cultivation of every master?

Zhao Rong looked at Xiao Qian'er and Li Bai in admiration.

The two were discussing seriously together.

Li Bai is asking Qian'er what kind of clothes can be low-key and introverted, with a hint of domineering sideways.

Little Qian'er squinted her eyes in thought like a dog-headed military adviser, raised a finger in her little hand and shook it, and began to make suggestions.

Really yours!

Zhao Rong shook his head, but remained silent for a while.

He covered his mouth and coughed softly, couldn't help but listened quietly for a while.

After a few breaths, Zhao Rong's eyes gradually widened, and he nodded slightly as if he had benefited a lot.

So our little Qian'er knows so many things?

The clothes are so good?It's not too early to say!Well, I found a treasure.

I have to coax this woman well...

Go back and give me a whole set.

Zhao Rong took a few steps forward, and also leaned over, and said directly to the two with a serious face:

"I also want."

Zhao Qian'er: "..."

Li Bai: "..."

The two looked at each other.

"Come on, let's chat. In fact, I don't think Uncle Bai is suitable for growing a blue beard. He doesn't want to look like a master of vicissitudes of life. Why don't you start with hairstyle...Are you right, Qian'er?"

Zhao Qianer blinked.

Not long after, Zhao Rong, the new white whore of "I want it too", took the dog-headed military strategist Zhao Qian'er and the bronze master Li Bai to continue shopping.

Forgot about a certain Gu Yiwu who was still waiting in the boat.

At a certain moment, on the street, Zhao Qian'er suddenly turned her head and asked curiously: "Brother Rong'er, how many days are we going to stay in Xingzi Town?"