i have a sword fairy

"Born with gold and stone, once clear, once shaken, once shaken."

"How could it take four years, it's almost four quarters of an hour, you must have misremembered."

Zhao Rong frowned, thought for a while, and shook his head. "No, I remember correctly, she started practicing at the age of ten. Before that, she and I had been studying in the private school of Zhao's house. After the age of ten, I continued to study, while she and Qian'er were worshipped by my mother and several others. Under the teachings, embark on the path of cultivation."

"I didn't know much about cultivation before. The reason why I knew she was 14-year-old Fuyao was what Qian'er said. Unless Qian'er lied to me, otherwise, she is indeed 14-year-old Fuyao." Zhao Rong paused for a while, and added: " It's impossible for that girl Qian'er to lie to me, one is that she can't, and the other is that it's unnecessary."

Zhao Rong clearly remembers that when he was 14 years old, his mother passed away. At that time, they were leaving the Duke's Mansion to go to Ziqi Pavilion to practice. Before leaving, Qian'er came to him and cried and told him that she and the young lady had to leave for a long time , because the young lady is now in the Fuyao state, and they need the resources of the sect to continue to practice, and they can no longer stay in the house.

Qian'er pulled his sleeves with both hands, and with tears in her eyes, begged him to stop arguing with the young lady. She must wait for them to come back at the mansion, because Aunt Liu has left, and the three of them are the only people in the world who are closest to each other. .

On that day, I vaguely remember that Qing Jun stood silently in the distance.

And at that time, he seemed impatient, and he only thought that a crying ghost and a nasty ghost were very annoying, so get out of the way quickly, and leave as soon as you want to leave, don't delay my study...

"That's weird. Logically speaking, the realm of Ascension to Heaven will hardly get stuck. The realm to keep people is Swinging Realm, especially the bottleneck from Swinging Realm to Haoran Realm. How many so-called geniuses are stuck in this step, unable to Introduce spiritual energy into the body and become a mediocre person, if you say that your lady has stayed in Fuyao Realm for four years, I still reluctantly believe it, how can it be possible to reach Heaven Realm?"

"Could it be that I practiced some strange exercises? But I have never heard of such exercises." Gui was very puzzled. "By the way, how long did she use the Fuyao Realm?"

"I don't know, but I heard Qian'er say that as soon as she entered the Four Houses of Taiqing, she went directly to Xiaoyao House."

"The standard for recruiting students from the four prefectures of the Taiqing is to be 16 years old and complete the Fuyao realm. If you can directly enter the Xiaoyao Mansion in advance, then you have already reached the Haoran realm at the age of 16, and you have raised a natal flying sword with a high level."

"I was judged to be a sword cultivator with good potential in the house, so it took less than two years for her to reach the realm of swinging, and the speed is similar. As for the four years to reach the realm of heaven..."

"Could it be that when you were a child, you took her to skip class to fish every day, or to lead her in love early, so that she would not focus on cultivation at all, right?" Gui doubted.

"..."

Zhao Rong's head was full of black lines.What the hell is your tone of bad boys leading bad girls and scraps leading bad geniuses?

"Why are you so filthy and innocent? I was serious about studying when I was a child."

Zhao Rong touched his nose, suddenly feeling guilty. "Well, at least since I got engaged to her at the age of 12, I seldom talk to her, so it has nothing to do with me."

"Heh, before the age of 12, it's probably you."

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense."

"Don't you dare to admit it?"

"I didn't do what I admit?"

"Alas, how could she be so unlucky to meet a disinterested scholar like you so early, when she was the most ignorant."

"No, I didn't, why are you, wait, I understand, hehe, you are all on me, you just want to cover up the fact that you don't know why she has been in the sky for four years, right?"

"..."

"There are still things you don't know. Zhao has gained knowledge again. It turns out that the fallen supreme and powerful, but that's it."

The two quickly put important things behind them, and they bickered with each other.

After a while, Zhao Rong walked back to the farmyard where he was staying with a satisfied expression. The yard was near a stream. At this moment, a petite figure was squatting by the stream.

Zhao Rong approached and saw that it was Su Xiaoxiao, she was washing her clothes, her back was facing Zhao Rong, and the ponytail on her little head was hopping with her movements.

Zhao Rong glanced at him and was about to leave, but after walking a few steps, he stopped and looked back at the petite figure squatting on the ground.

He suddenly remembered an event from his childhood, a long time ago, but it just flashed in his mind inadvertently.

At that time, he and Qingjun had not yet been engaged, and she had just started practicing.

After class at dusk that day, he packed up his things and walked out of Zhao's private school. As soon as he went out, he saw a petite and exquisite figure squatting in a corner not far away.

The slender shoulders twitched and twitched at this time, and the low-hanging little head was tied with a high ponytail, which also jumped.

He walked quietly, grabbed the bundle of blue silk mischievously, and gently lifted her ponytail.

"Look what I caught."

The girl looked back suddenly, with an oval face with pear blossoms and rain, with picturesque brows and eyes, but at this moment she was frowning and sobbing. There was a hazel tear mole under her left eye, which was immersed in tears innocently.

"Brother Rong'er!"

Qingjun frowned and stretched out, the rain passed the sky, and a flowery smile bloomed in the tears.

It's like the sun dispels all unpleasant things.

"pain."

But then he whispered softly.

Qingsi was held by someone and could no longer escape. She bit her lip, raised her head, and looked at him tenderly.

He let go of his palm, letting the silky black hair fall from his fingertips.

She got up happily, her little hands straightened the embroidered chest-length skirt, stood in front of him, raised her head slightly, her eyes were bright, but she subconsciously twitched her nose.

He looked at the tears on her face, stretched out his hand to help her wipe the teardrops hanging on her little face, stroked her eyebrows with his thumb, like sliding over a piece of suet and white jade, and rubbed the tear mole again.

Actions are free, without any evasion.

"Why are you crying?"

After speaking, she pinched the tip of her crying red nose.

Her cheeks were still on his hand, she looked at him with pity, and said aggrievedly about some troubles that had been hidden in her heart recently. Halfway through, she would stop for a while, see him nodding, and knowing that he was not bothered to listen, she would continue to talk excitedly. In fact, she has a lot of words, usually just hidden in her heart, and only then will she talk out.

She said that she ran out secretly. She could not come out to play during this time. Seeing that he was still in class, she waited outside for a while.

She said that she was so useless that she couldn't draw that sword.

She said that it hurt when she held the sword, and the pure white moonlight overflowed from the scabbard and entered her body, cutting her like a knife, causing severe pain.

She said that it is very difficult to practice cultivation, and every time the qi that gathers will be dissipated as long as it is touched by the moonlight, and then she will have to climb the mountain again.

She said that although Aunt Liu and the others told her to take her time and did not blame her, she felt that she had let them down.

She said that she didn't want to practice, she wanted to simply embroider female red...

He listened quietly at the time, and because he didn't understand it, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Zhao Rong raised his brows, thinking about these things now, it is not as simple as he thought before.

He was silent for a while, but didn't tell Gui.

But his eyes are deep, and he re-examines many things.

soon.

The early morning sun rises slowly.

The three of Zhao Rong packed up and went back to the road. Luojing in Zhongnan is not far from here and can be reached today.

Chapter 42 Seeing a Gentleman

As soon as he opened his eyes, Zhao Rong heard the chirping of summer insects.

The cool breeze in the afternoon is blowing... No, it seems that Su Xiaoxiao is fanning the wind.

Zhao Rong tilted his head and glanced at Su Xiaoxiao, who was sitting beside him. At this moment, he tilted his head and listened to the chats of other tourists in the pavilion, while holding the handle of the fan fan with both hands to give him air.

Two do not delay.

The three of Zhao Rong arrived in Luojing in the morning. Seeing that there was plenty of time, the three of them did not stay and went straight to the road. Here is a pavilion named Drunkard a few miles away from Luojing. Taking a break here, Zhao Rong also took a short rest.

Zhao Rong stretched out on the chair in the pavilion, leaned lazily on the pillar, and glanced at the pavilion casually.

There was no one in the Drunkard Pavilion when we first arrived, but at this time there were already more tourists.

There were two men in the northwest corner, who were supposed to be companions, chatting freely.

One of the men looked very young, dressed in luxurious brocade clothes, with a face like a crown of jade, holding a peach-blossom black paper fan with a clump of handsome bamboo painted on it.

The other man was older, with thin cheeks and slightly sunken eyes, but his eyes were bright, and he wore a well-dressed robe. His long hair was casually draped, and he held a stag tail in his hand, dressed as a Zhongnan celebrity.

In the northeast corner sat a fat and rich middle-aged Taoist priest in blue clothes, who was closing his eyes and resting.

In the end, not far from Zhao Rong and the other three, there was a slender man with a lyre in front of him, and he lowered his head to adjust.

Zhao Rong looked back lazily, turned to the outside of the pavilion, and tapped the railing with one hand.

The Drunkard Pavilion stands on the top of the mountain, and from this distance, you can see a thousand miles and a beautiful view of the south.

"Then Lin Wenruo is really not a good thing." Su Xiaoxiao whispered.

"Ah? What." Zhao Rong turned around, just woke up, a little confused.

"It was Lin Wenruo who broke off the engagement with the bride on the big wedding day and left her dowry outside the door." Su Xiao was stingy. "How can there be such a heartless man, because he is still an academy scholar who is full of poetry and books, bah!"

Zhao Rong suddenly realized that he was talking about this person again.

Passing through Luojing City in the morning, all the streets and alleys, teahouses and restaurants were hotly discussing this matter. Zhao Rong was not very interested in these matters, but there were too many people talking about it.

What's more, there is a little fox demon who is overflowing with sympathy. When he hears that there is such a worry, he pricks up his ears and asks. After knowing about it, he feels distressed about what happened to the bride. Bad, if Xiao Xiao encounters him, Xiao Xiao will hammer him to death.

Zhao Rong always felt that something was wrong.

No, I have to find an excuse to reward her with a few chestnuts.

Most of the people in Luojing are scolding this scholar named Lin Wenruo. It is said that he is the eldest son of the Lin family in Lanxi. Impeaching the national teacher in front of the monarch is simply outrageous.

This scolding, Zhao Rong is a little sympathetic to that brother, but why is he a little guilty, ahem, I'm different from him, am I not giving jade...

Zhao Rong said nothing and declined to comment.

But someone in the Drunkard Pavilion heard Su Xiaoxiao's words.

"What this little brother said is very true."

In the northwest corner of the pavilion, among the two who had been talking loudly, the brocade-clothed young man smiled and said loudly to Zhao Rong.

The two of them all looked at Zhao Rong, especially the old man with the tail, who finally had the opportunity to look at this side with a straight face. At this time, he was staring at Su Xiaoxiao, looking up and down, and smiled knowingly. .

In fact, as soon as he entered the Drunkard Pavilion, he paid attention to these three people. To be precise, he paid attention to the handsome scholar with his face and eyes like lacquer, and the other two, an ordinary Confucian scholar, and a man with a rather scary face. , In his opinion, they are all lay people, and Mr. Qingxi has always considered himself a famous scholar of Zhongnan, so he will not pay attention to it.

The longer he looked at it, the more surprised he was.

Young Master Jinyi glanced at the eyes of Mr. Qingxi beside him with a strange expression, but he looked at the other side again.

The handsome scholar was fanning the ordinary scholar, and when he spoke just now, he inadvertently revealed some of the anger of the youngest daughter's family.

Young Master Jinyi understood.

It seems that Mr. Qingxi met a companion.

Zhao Rong didn't know that he and Su Xiaoxiao, who disguised as a man, had been misunderstood.

He glanced at the little fox demon who had a small head hanging in front of him, pretending to be deaf and mute. She was facing the two people who had just made a sound, like an ostrich burying her small head in the soil.

"Hey, they're talking to you."

"Well, it's obviously with you."

"Why are you so brave?"

"It's not a small thing, but it's not a good thing that my grandmother said to ignore the man who took the initiative to talk to him."

"Well, your grandmother is right." This time Zhao Rong nodded, agreeing very much. "Men are not good things, except me."

Su Xiaoxiao: "..."

Young Master Jinyi saw Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao whispering, ignoring him, a little embarrassed, but after receiving the look from Mr. Qingxi next to him, he coughed lightly and continued:

"Thanks that Lin Wenruo is still a scholar of Siqi Academy, does the academy now teach such ruthless and unrighteous people, no king, no country, no father, no home, no knowledge and no knowledge?"

The voice resounded in the Drunkard Pavilion.

Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao stopped whispering.

The fat Taoist priest who was sitting silently nodded his head.

"Zheng!" The luthier who had been debugging the guqin also completed his work and started playing the guqin.

Young Master Jin Yi was quite satisfied to see that everyone responded to him and turned their attention.

"Xiangyu Lan is the daughter of the national teacher, with golden branches and jade leaves, she is fond of him, she is committed to marrying him, she manages the house for him early, and waits hard for her return, but he broke the contract on the day of the big wedding and abandoned the marriage, ruining the reputation of the woman in her life, so what will Xiangu do in the future? From where? This is ruthless."

"The national teacher regarded him as a son, and he tried his best to help him, but when he was offering sacrifices to the king's spring day, in front of hundreds of thousands of people in Luojing, he wrote to the national teacher's 'Ten Sins and Five Traitors', making up unnecessary charges. , this is meaningless."

"The monarch placed high hopes on him, pushed food and clothing, delegated authority and delegated authority, but he promulgated a law that would harm the country and the people, exploiting farmers with the spring seedling method, and making profits for the Lanxi Lin clan; The art of war is exhausting and arrogant, and it is provocative and provocative; there are countless ways to destroy my country in the south. This is no king and no country."

"Marriage is a major event, his parents said, but he broke the contract without any reason, and he is not filial. This is no father and no home."

"As for ignorance and ignorance... He Lin Wenruo dares to coerce the monarch, set up a debate between Confucianism and Taoism, and argue for the Zhongnan State Religion? Oh, the scorpion may shake the tree, and it is beyond its own power!"