i have a sword fairy

At this moment, the demure and gentle Su Qingdai supported Zhao Rong's arm, straightened her waist, leaned into his ear, and whispered a "whisper" that was heard by the audience:

"Ziyu, I know a little bit about Beichen Temple. Most of them are male monks, and they are all boring men. There are no outstanding female monks."

She breathed out like blue, and she didn't mind the other women who were eating from the bowl and looking at the pot she was attached to.

Zhao Rong, who was playing the role of a lustful and cunning greedy Confucian scholar, tilted his head slightly, and his ears were separated from her vermilion lips that were close at hand.

Su Qingdai was not annoyed either, her beautiful eyes were sparkling.

With green eyebrows like Dai, she was looking up at his face, whispering:

"Actually, on the mountain in Dali, I... I also know a few good fairies, or... I will introduce you later."

Ok?Zhao Rong opened his eyes slightly, and finally couldn't help turning his head to look at her, tongue-tied.

There is such a good thing?Outrageous... No, it's sensible!

It is very in line with the role identity he is pretending to be now.

Zhao Rong calmly gave Xiao Qian'er, who was quietly counting, a reassuring look, um, playing on the spot.

Subsequently.

"Oh?" The young Confucian scholar pinched the wine glass with two fingers, raised his eyebrows frivolously, raised one hand, squeezed Su Qingdai's sharp little chin, and raised her beautiful face.

Looking at the upturned and charming beauty, he chuckled, "I didn't hurt you for nothing."

Su Qingdai smiled slightly, her eyes narrowed.

"Your reward." Zhao Rong leaned forward the wine glass in his hand, moved it to her rouge-stained lips, and took a sip of the wine.

After Su Qingdai took a sip, she took the cup very sensiblely, and went to refill it for him, without looking at Xiao Qian'er.

Zhao Rong turned his head and continued to persevere:

"Old general, do you have any excellent juniors to support? In fact, you can bring them together, especially interesting beauties and the like. They are all friends, and your juniors are the next juniors. It is duty-bound to support the juniors. Regarding matters, I can also help to give pointers.”

Are you sure it's just 'pointing'?Damn, you are a scholar, why are you more prodigal than when I was young...

Zhou Dufu couldn't help but looked at Zhao Rong again, and kept his mouth shut.

He took another sip of muffled wine, coughed and shook his head, "Sorry Mr. Zhao, no."

It seemed that the tone of voice was a bit dry, after this rich man-like warrior paused, he couldn't help but say:

"My lord, I have already invited you to drink with everyone, and I also agreed to the request of Fairy Su beside you. By the way, aren't we already friends now?"

Zhao Rong looked at Zhou Dufu expressionlessly.

Good guy, I want to buy this young master over a table of wine!And it's not flower wine.

He sighed and said nothing, but the meaning was obvious:

It's hard for me to help you with this little thing.

The rich old man looked a little helpless, he thought for a while, straightened his face, reached into his sleeve, and groped.

Amidst countless gazes, Zhou Dufu took out a booklet with a blue cover, and handed it to Zhao Rong silently.

The pages of the book are a little yellowed and old, and the corners are still rolled up old.

Zhao Rong flipped through it curiously, and his eyes lit up immediately.

He, who is also a martial artist, saw the familiar words above, and immediately recognized them.

nice one.

to him.

In the next second, the young Confucian scholar pulled the arm held by the stunning woman next to him, rubbed his hands with a bright smile, and said enthusiastically:

"The general is out of touch now. If you have anything to say between friends, you can say it as much as you want, no matter how polite you are."

With a 'blaming' tone, he stuffed the blue booklet into his arms.

Zhou Dufu and the crowd: "..."

Chapter 4 Concubine Zhao Ling: I'm going to dry the quilt for my husband

"Master Zhao, I came here this time just to ask for one thing."

Um, how many more do you want?The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, "Well, what's the matter, please tell me."

Zhou Dufu looked at Zhao Rong, "About this Zen ceremony."

Zhao Rong was a little surprised, because he didn't expect him to go straight to the point and speak so bluntly. It's broad daylight, everyone is here, and it's only a hundred miles away from Hanjing.Everyone is also slightly stunned.

In this environment, shouldn't this matter be implied after the gift is given.

Well, this is also the effect that Zhao Rong wanted... If the gift-giving forces didn't specify clearly, but only hinted, then he would pretend that he didn't understand and dragged on.

But don't panic, as I expected... Zhao Rong nodded slightly under the gaze of the old man. At the same time, he turned his head nonchalantly, and comforted Gu Yiwu and other students who were also puzzled.

Zhou Dufu said directly without breaking away from the water:

"I hope that Young Master Zhao and all the young masters can abide by their duties and obey the destiny. For the ceremony of enshrining Chan, just do your best during the ceremony. As for the result, you don't need to give charcoal or icing on the cake. I implore Mr. Zhao...to be fair and just!"

The rich old man's back was straight and his voice was tough. At this time, his words resounded powerfully in the open-air restaurant, "So, I will never hinder you from offering the Zen gift."

The whole place was silent.

Gu Yiwu and the students couldn't help looking at Zhao Rong again... Please give gifts to us to be fair?Cough, Ziyu, this strange request is also expected by you?

Zhao Rong ignored them at this time, but watched Zhou Dufu silently for a while, raised the wine glass in his hand to drink, thought for a while, and put down the wine glass again.

He nodded slowly and said nothing.

He slowly picked up the wine jug beside him, and filled Zhou Dufu's glass with his own hands.

Putting down the jug, Zhao Rong got up, turned his head and left the open-air restaurant, and went to lead the dragon horse.

Zhao Qian'er, Su Qingdai, Gu Yiwu and other students got up immediately to follow.

Everyone exchanged glances a few times, followed Zhao Rong on his horse without saying a word, and drove away with his whip.

The figures of Zhao Rong and others disappeared on the official road.

Only a warrior toasting and drinking alone and an old horse grazing on the roadside were left behind...

"Ziyu, shall we leave now?"

"Why don't we stay for dinner?"

"..."

"Let's go, let's go to Hanjing. Time is running out for this trip to Dali. Let's quickly hold the Fengchan ceremony and return to the academy as soon as possible. This place...is really not suitable for staying for a long time."

"Okay, listen to your Ziyu! Hey, wait, Ziyu, what is that little blue book you just accepted? It must be some secret book of unrivaled powers, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's a serious thing for a serious person."

"Yes... how serious is it?"

"Diary. A diary written by a warrior."

Gu Yiwu and everyone: ...

Simply irrefutable.

……

Half a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Rong and his party met a group of officials who had been waiting for a long time on the official road more than ten miles away from Hanjing.

Among them was a plump and beautiful woman whom Zhao Rong and the others were quite familiar with, Snow Silkworm.

She bowed with some officials of the court ceremony:

"Mr. Zhao, gentlemen, the Young Emperor and the Empress Dowager Dugu have heard that you have arrived today, and have held a grand welcome ceremony for you outside Hanjing. We welcome you from ten miles away. Gentlemen, please put on your formal attire..."

Zhao Rong squinted his eyes and glanced at the front where the sound of gongs and drums and horseshoes was indistinct, and he nodded slightly, "I'm sorry."

Not long after, Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and the others changed into Confucian uniforms, dressed neatly, and rode away with whips on their horses.

……

A crisp autumn morning.

Duyou City, the four prefectures of the Taiqing Dynasty.

On a cliff peak in the center, there is a brand new ancient platform.

The reason why it is brand new is because of monthly renovations.

At this time, on the Qingyun Terrace, which is the permanent venue for the high-level competition in Taiqing Mansion, not even a trace of mountain breeze can slip in, and the atmosphere is extremely quiet.

But on the brand-new high platform about a mile in size, there are hundreds of figures in white clothes standing upright at this moment.

Or the white clothes and the sword are cold and evil, or the flagon is hanging casually, or barefoot and empty fisted, or the long hair is fluttering and elegant.

All are silent.

More than half of the students from the four prefectures of the Taiqing Dynasty looked at a magnificent figure on a certain fighting platform with different eyes.

It's obviously the same white robe with sword patterns from the Taiqing Mansion, but it's different when she wears it.

It's not amazing, it's not good-looking.

Instead, people are subconsciously attracted at a glance, and the more you look at it, the more eye-catching, but you can't figure out what she is thinking. It makes people feel itchy, but they are persuaded by her coldness, and they dare not approach.

On the Qingyun Terrace, there are competition platforms with engraved magic circles one after another. The owner of this dazzling and tall figure is standing gracefully on the largest competition platform in the center.

Her long and narrow autumn eyes are like rippling autumn water, and there is a hazel tear mole under her left eye, which is known to everyone in the Taiqing Mansion.

At this time, many martial arts arenas have been seriously damaged and need to be repaired. These arenas are carefully built with special spiritual materials and have many shocking scars.

It is unbelievable that what is going on right now is a quasi-life-and-death battle for the students of Haoran Realm in the whole prefecture.

Right now, the competition at Qingyuntai, which determines the distribution of cultivation resources and status in the next few months, is coming to an end, and almost all eyes of the audience are on the unharmed and deserted woman.

The rest who didn't go to see her were either Fusheng who had already been defeated and resigned from the stage, or they were closing their eyes and meditating when they were about to take the stage.

In the midair of the Qingyun Terrace, there are monks in Tsing Yi who are in charge of recording or making judgments, holding a pen book, or a strangely shaped mirror, flower, water and moon magic weapon, with keen eyesight to observe every move on the stage.

On the clouds at the high altitude of Qingyuntai, there are nine hazy figures, either sitting or standing on the clouds, all looking down at the situation below.

In the field of vision of everyone in Qingyuntai, the blurred figures of these people can be vaguely seen that they seem to be dressed in different clothes. Some old mansion students who are familiar with the Taiqing mansion can look up from time to time, and they can almost distinguish the figures of these people on the cloud from those in the mansion. Or some important people in Duyou City successfully corresponded.

For example, the figure among the nine people in the cloud is the only one sitting behind the table, and it is likely to be the palace master.

It's just that at this moment, like most of the students from the four prefectures on the Qingyun Terrace, the smiling eyes of the nine big figures on the cloud all fell on the biggest fighting stage, and the one that would only resound through the audience was hers. The proud daughter of Xiaoyao Mansion with a single name.

"clang--!"

"No. 17 fights, the winner is Concubine Zhao Ling!"

"..."

"clang--!"

"No. 18 fights, the winner is Concubine Zhao Ling!"

"..."

"clang--!"

"No. 19 fights, the winner is Concubine Zhao Ling!"

"..."

The hoarse voice of the middle-aged referee in Tsing Yi shattered the silent and frozen atmosphere on the stage time and time again.

"This Qingyuntai year-end competition, the last battle of Jiazitai, both sides of the battle, Concubine Zhao Ling, Ji Qianyi, please prepare, it will start on time after half a stick of incense!"

The silent atmosphere on the Qingyun Terrace eased a little after the referee in Tsing Yi announced a short break.

It's just that everyone's eyes didn't move away much.

Among the crowd in the auditorium, You Fusheng couldn't help whispering.

A new student who had just entered Fuyao Mansion opened his eyes today, and finally saw the rumored picture of the past with his own eyes.

"This is the senior sister Zhao you are talking about? Why do you feel that other senior brothers and sisters are too...too fast."

"Because they are facing Senior Sister Zhao."

A junior junior sister raised her head proudly for the person she had admired for a long time.