i have a sword fairy

She laughed and scolded someone all the way, and returned to her residence...

……

At the gate of Taiqing Mansion.

Zhao Rong's figure appeared.

In his hanging hand, he was holding a sachet he had just 'picked up'.

Well, after returning from Dali, let's look for the owner...

Chapter 452 Meeting Senior Sister Ning

Zhao Rong walked out from the north gate of Taiqing.

In the cold wind, he rolled up his sleeves.

Zhao Rong had already noticed this small sachet.

I remember that this sachet was originally her compensation for losing a celebrity dress of his, which was forgotten by Xiaoxiao in the small courtyard of Zhongnanguo.

After the two of them have settled their lives in love, the sachet will have the nature of a love object.

In Ben XiaoXiao's heart, maybe this sachet wants to correspond and stand shoulder-to-shoulder... the white jade that he often hangs around his waist.

It's just that she weaved this sachet very slowly on the way to Duyou City, and she never gave it to Zhao Rong. Now that she has been away for several months, the sachet is also finished.

Zhao Rong clearly remembered that this morning, when he decided to confess to Xiaoxiao about the "Mistress of White Jade", she was taking out the sachet and tied it around his waist.

However, when Zhao Rong pointed out Qing Jun's matter, Su Xiaoxiao withdrew her two little hands tremblingly.

He also quietly hid the sachet.

Although the little fox demon moved quietly, Zhao Rong seemed to be born with the talent of being able to perceive the sensitive thoughts of his daughter's family, so he paid special attention to these small movements.

So he silently kept the sachet in his heart at that time...

At this time, at the gate of Taiqing Mansion.

Zhao Rong stopped under the huge stele engraved with the record of Taiqing Tianjiao, looked left and right at the sparsely populated surroundings, and quietly waited for Qian'er.

The two of them had made an appointment to meet here before, but there was no sign of the little girl, and it seemed that she hadn't arrived yet.

He reached out and touched the sachet in his arms again.

Slightly exhaled.

Zhao Rong felt relieved.

Her sachet was taken away by him, even if this silly girl wanted to run away without a trace and never see her lover again, she would snatch the sachet back before that.

So don't worry about her running away for now.

He also happened to go to Dali during this time, so he avoided it by the way, and gave both parties some time to relax and calm down, so as to prevent impulsive mistakes...

Zhao Rong thought about it in his heart, and after a while, his thoughts drifted to Lidi, who was about to go back.

There's still a big booth there, waiting for him to go back and put the finishing touches on...

"I don't know how Brother Yiwu is preparing now...I have already contacted those forces in Xingzi Town and the outskirts of Hanjing. As long as they are not stupid, they should know the attitude and bottom line of us Fengchan students. Before finding out our real hole cards, we shouldn't mess around..."

In the evening wind, the young Confucian scholar murmured a few words and rubbed his face with his hand.

"...and that Empress Dugu, she is a very smart woman...everyone says that a woman should be pretty, and she should be filial...a pretty widow, sincerity does not lie..."

Zhao Rong suddenly remembered some things when he met the woman who was the most beautiful woman from the ground a few days ago, and chuckled lightly.

"Hey, what do you mean? Why do you want to be pretty and filial?" Gui was curious.

Zhao Rong regained his senses, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "It means...don't eavesdrop on what others are saying."

He explained nonsense.

Gui sneered, "I've been nagging all day long, and I'm showing mercy if I don't think you're arguing. Zhao Rong, please don't be ignorant of compliments."

Zhao Rong smiled. After a busy day, he stretched his waist easily, and looked back at the huge monument engraved with his name behind him.

He said casually, "Thank you so much."

Jian Ling hummed a few words and ignored him.

Zhao Rong felt that this guy was getting more and more sissy, and he didn't know if it was an illusion of psychological effects, as did his voice after waking up recently.

He shook his head.

"By the way, I have something to talk to you about."

"What the hell?"

"Uh, there are some things that need to be clarified. First of all, we are... normal friends, right."

"if not?"

"So...that...well, my daughter-in-laws are my daughter-in-laws, right, and your daughter-in-law is your daughter-in-law, right?"

Gui interrupted: "I don't have a daughter-in-law, and I don't like women at all... Also, what on earth are you going to say?"

Zhao Rong ignored it, and continued to reason slowly: "Although we are very close now, um, we have to do everything together, although it is a kind of passive, but we can be regarded as very good friends, um, it is normal to quarrel occasionally , it doesn’t affect any relationship, and I don’t dislike you, I have to live this day, right, but there are some red lines between us that must be clearly drawn in advance..."

Gui impatiently said, "Fart your fart!"

Feeling that the groundwork is almost the same, Zhao Rong said bluntly: "We are good friends, except for the daughter-in-law, we can share everything else, we can share weal and woe, but regarding the daughter-in-law, we can't mess things up at all, so, Gui, please don't look at the injustice in the future. , Do not listen to injustice, do not look at injustice."

Return: "..."

It froze for a moment.

Zhao Rong continued to say solemnly: "But it's okay, good buddy, if you have needs, you can't help it, hey, after all, will you feel the state of your sword soul body..."

He didn't notice the frozen atmosphere, he frowned and asked in doubt: "Could it be a soulmate? He can play..."

"Zhao Rong! Get lost!"

The sword spirit roared, interrupting Zhao Rong's words in an instant:

"I'll say it again, I'm not interested in women at all, and I'm not interested in men... and I'm not even interested! Every time you and those stupid girls do those stupid things, I just block the five senses, and I don't need you With forehead or something...

"You don't need to say, it will be like this in the past, now, and in the future! So, you die for me!"

Zhao Rong: "..."

The room was quiet for a while.

Zhao Rong covered his mouth, "Ahem, it's so good, so good..."

"roll!!!"

"..."

Not long after, Zhao Rong was bored, turned around and raised his head, looking at Taiqing Tianjiaolu behind him.

In his memory, Qing Jun also likes to look at this huge monument when passing by or waiting at the door sometimes.

The huge stele is engraved with the names of every student who graduated from the four prefectures of Taiqing in Wangquezhou, as well as textual information such as their graduation age and Jindan rank.

I don't know how many years of ups and downs this giant monument has gone through, and the names on the top are getting older, and I don't even know that it was engraved in that historical era.

And the flowing water of the long river of time does not seem to have left any obvious traces on it.

The stele is still standing firmly, and the inscriptions are still shining.

Zhao Rong vaguely understood the thoughts of some ladies who often looked at the monument.

His eyes wandered randomly on the huge monument, getting higher and higher...

After a while, Zhao Rong was about to withdraw his gaze. He hardly knew these names and was meaningless.

At this time, his eyes barely passed a certain three-letter name.

In an instant, Zhao Rong's eyes froze.

"Zhao Xi...husband?"

On a very high place on the monument, there was the word "Zhao Xifu", which clearly caught his eyes.

Zhao Rong subconsciously called out, and then looked again.

A line of extremely dazzling text is impressively displayed:

Zhao Xifu, 19 years old, sword repair, Jindan third grade.

"A 19-year-old Golden Core Realm..."

Zhao Rong took a hissing breath, and he rolled his eyes, thinking that he had misread the person, but the line of inscriptions was still quietly hanging on a very high place afterwards.

"Is this... Shopkeeper Zhao, or is it the same name?"

Zhao Rong frowned, not because he didn't believe that the unscrupulous shopkeeper he met not long ago was a master. In his opinion, Xia Chong Zhai was very weird.

Zhao Rong was suspicious that the position of the name was too high.

The Taiqing Tianjiao Records are arranged from top to bottom, the lower the time, the closer the time.

And the higher you go, the longer the time.

Right now, the line of characters that Zhao Rong saw must have been up for at least thousands of years. Even the great cultivators of the seventh realm don't seem to have such a long lifespan, right?

At the moment, he was puzzled, but Zhao Rong still held back, and his eyes quickly swept to other places.

All of a sudden, as far as he could see, there seemed to be no Taiqing mansion student who graduated younger than this "Zhao Xifu", not even shoulder to shoulder...

"Hey, Gui, what level is the 19-year-old Jindan Realm?" Zhao Rong asked suddenly.

"Nineteen Golden Pills...not bad, the Nine Taiqing Four Mansion Tianjiao Records of Jiuzhou should be able to rank in the top ranks. Hey, did you see it on the Wangque Tianjiao Record? Where? Point it out for me to see. I remember that Wangque belongs to Xiaozhou, which is at the bottom of the whole. In history, there are still students who graduated from Jindan at the age of 19? It seems to be in the era after me... "

Zhao Rong secretly clicked his tongue when he heard the words.

The head of the Xiaoyao Mansion asserted that Qing Jun will be a golden elixir before the age of 20, which is a great optimism and praise.

And this is not the same name as "Zhao Xifu", a 19-year-old Golden Core Realm?

At this moment, Zhao Rong nodded, raised his head and spoke softly, giving instructions to Sword Spirit.

As soon as he finished speaking, before hearing Gui's reaction, a clear female voice suddenly came from behind him.

"You are... Mr. Zhao Ziyu Zhao?"

The woman smiled softly.

Zhao Rong looked back.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of smart and charming almond eyes.

Somewhat familiar.

"Exactly, may I ask that you are...Senior Sister Ning of Concubine Qing's Ling?"

Zhao Rong didn't pay any attention to Gui, but took a quick look at this beautiful woman in red dress and red shoes with hibiscus face, and suddenly said aloud.

Ning Ying smiled softly and nodded: "Well, the little girl's surname is Ning, and the word is a baby. She was also a student of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion before, and she has left now."

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes were like paint, and she was staring brightly at this bookish young Confucian scholar.

"Master Zhao still remember me?"

Remember, why don't you remember, when you were walking in Lidu, you suddenly "raised your head" from the water, and almost hit the boat, almost scaring me to death, how can you easily forget those bloody eyes?

Zhao Rong complained in his heart, but smiled politely on his face:

"That day at the foot of Youshan Mountain, Senior Sister Ning was with my concubine Ling, and she also helped me later, how could I forget it. But Senior Sister Ning, you..."

He calmly scanned the surrounding area with few pedestrians.

Some are not sure why Qingjun's powerful senior sister appeared here in the middle of the night.

Could it be that he is waiting for others like him?

After Zhao Rong paused, he continued to politely say:

"I heard from my lady, Senior Sister, you are happy to be a high-ranking student in the Great Sect of the Northland, and you have no time to spend your days pursuing the Dao of Longevity. I didn't expect you to remember it..."

Ning Ying smiled and shook her head.

"Mr. Zhao, don't make fun of the little girl. What's 'high', what's longevity, it's just asking for a clean place to practice. For this reason, you still have to do things for the sect and rely on others. Even so, you have to be punished by Tianya The Jiange is in control...but if you are alone, the conflict on the mountain is really tiring..."

Speaking of which, her eyes seemed a little lonely, and she sighed softly, "Forget it, let's not talk about it."