i have a sword fairy

Zhao Rong was startled when he saw this.

He couldn't help but glanced at the red-clothed woman in front of him who showed a little weakness.

Ning Ying didn't go to see Zhao Rong. She lowered her eyes and bit her lips. After sighing, she suddenly raised her eyes as if remembering something, "Mr. It was a heroic act, but it was very unforgettable for the little girl."

The beautiful apricot eyes of the woman in red clothes looked at the young Confucian scholar brightly.

Zhao Rong smiled and waved his hands politely.

He didn't answer the phone again.

Although after a few heart-to-heart chats, I feel that this senior sister is not as mysterious and arrogant as Zhao Rong first met.

But the two are not familiar with each other after all, and the other party is a woman.

For getting along with each other, Zhao Rong has a degree in mind.

He changed the subject and asked in a curious tone: "By the way, Senior Sister Ning, it's so late, why did you come here?"

Ning Ying smiled and looked around:

"I happened to come to Duyou to do some business, and I wanted to stay for a few nights. After dinner, I took a walk, walked, and unconsciously turned here. Hey, speaking of it, I haven't left Taiqing Mansion for a long time, but now I feel like a Like an outsider."

She shook her head lightly, with an elegant smile on her face at the same time, her eyes revealing memories.

Zhao Rong nodded in agreement with a smile.

He glanced at the gate of the mansion not far away, and Xiaoqian'er didn't know why she went there, she hasn't come yet...

Ning Ying's wonderful eyes turned around, and she took a look at this polite and distracted young scholar.

She raised her eyes to look somewhere on the giant monument behind him, and suddenly said:

"Did Mr. Zhao just look at that name?"

The woman raised her hand and pointed in a certain direction.

Zhao Rong glanced at the familiar position on the monument she was pointing at, and nodded.

Ning Ying narrowed her eyes slightly, and glanced at the inscription, "Zhao Xi... Husband, oh, it turned out to be this Senior Zhao."

She seemed to be trying to remember, and after a while, she smiled and nodded:

"Well, he can also be regarded as the senior brother of me and my junior sister Lingfei, hehe, he can be said to be a very old senior... He is the youngest graduate student in the history of our Wangque Taiqing Fourth Mansion. Talented and brilliant, she is extremely talented, she looks a bit like Junior Sister Zhao..."

Zhao Rong's face was as usual, looking at Senior Sister Ning.

Just as he was introducing, Ning Ying paused, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, do you know the age of this Senior Brother Zhao? How many years ago?"

Frowning inwardly, Zhao Rong shook his head curiously, "I don't know."

"It's been...more than 6000 years ago." Ning Ying said with a smile as he pulled his jade finger.

Zhao Rong's eyes froze.

The woman in red looked at him who was calm, then raised her head to look at the inscriptions on the high place.

He didn't speak for a while.

At this time, in Zhao Rong's heart, Gui seemed to have seen through his guess at this time, and he sneered and denied:

"Impossible. A lifespan of more than 6000 years? In the Xuanhuang race, even monks in the seventh realm, even if they have special skills, under normal circumstances, they don't have such a long lifespan. Even if this Zhao Xifu is higher than the seventh realm According to legend, he can't reach this kind of lifespan. So, it may be a coincidence, or it may be a strange reincarnation..."

"you sure?"

"I don't understand you, do you want to ask about the 'exception' outside the normal situation? Believe me, this is definitely not the kind of longevity you imagined. If there is such a long life of 6000 years, then the ancient emperor Some of the fundamental order of the mountain and the mountain and the mountain and the sages have been broken, and it is going to be completely messed up. And..."

It paused, then chuckled and said, "Oh, even at the peak of my life, I couldn't reach such a long lifespan."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and suddenly asked, "Then how did you survive until now?"

Gui Wenyan was silent for a moment.

In the next second, it smiled: "Is there a big difference between this seat and death?"

Zhao Rong was silent.

No more questions.

The atmosphere between the two of them froze somewhat.

Zhao Rong suddenly thought of Xia Chongzhai, the shopkeeper who was full of swearing and swearing, and who liked to listen to interesting stories and put a few sentences together...

Gui Jian Xinhu regained its silence, ready to calm down and go to sleep for a while.

However this time.

Zhao Rong nodded earnestly: "There is a difference. At least now, you can still be angry, curse and quarrel every day, right? This is to live."

Sword Spirit: "...???"

Chapter 453 The white one is very rare... Take her as a slave

A huge cliff-like monument stands in front of the north gate of Taiqing Mansion.

Under the starlight and moonlight, the inscriptions on the stele shine brightly.

Under the monument.

"Master Zhao? Are you listening?"

"Ah, yes, yes! Where are you talking... By the way, Senior Sister Ning, what happened to the 6000-year-old senior you mentioned?"

Looking down, Zhao Rong heard the soft call, and suddenly woke up. He raised his eyes and knocked on the woman in front of him.

This good-natured Senior Sister Ning was clasping her hands in front of her, staring at Zhao Rong unblinkingly with her crystal clear lacquer eyes, which seemed to have some caring look in her eyes.

At this time, she shook her head after hearing the words, "I don't know, there are not many records about this senior brother Zhao, maybe there are some places, but it is difficult to find the channel..."

"Then... what level of cultivation has this senior Zhao reached?"

"I don't know, but... it should be very high." Ning Ying nodded firmly.

"Oh?" Zhao Rong looked curious.

Ning Ying said softly: "He is... the Zijin Tianjiao of our Xuanhuang race."

"Zijin... Tianjiao?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, thinking lightly in his heart.

He wanted to ask the "a certain living dictionary" in Xinhu, but the latter was already angry like a woman, and ignored him in a cold war way.

Although what Zhao Rong just said to it was actually true.

At this time, Ning Ying shook her head, as if she didn't want to talk about the topic just now.

She glanced at Zhao Rong, wondering:

"Why? Mr. Zhao is very interested in him?"

Zhao Rong looked at Ning Ying, and nodded calmly, "It sounds very powerful. I have entered the Golden Core at nineteen, and I don't know if my family's Qingjun can surpass this 'family' Senior Brother Zhao."

He smiled and explained, "Well, Qingjun is Lingfei, so I'm used to it."

Ning Ying smiled softly.

When she smiled, those beautiful apricot eyes would be narrowed, soft and delicate, making people feel close, and her mood could not help but brighten.

Zhao Rong subconsciously took another look... Senior Sister Ning of Qingjun should be pursued by many men, but her origin of the demon clan...

At this time, Ning Ying nodded lightly:

"I know, I heard you shouting at the foot of Youshan that day, and later in private, my sisters and I deliberately imitated you and called her 'Little Qingjun', but the concubine Ling turned red and annoyed us, and told me not to mess around with her face." Shout, giggling turns out to be a pet name exclusively for a husband."

The red-clothed woman smiled, raised her index finger, and nodded forward, "This is the love that started with the bamboo horse and green plum, which is really enviable."

For beauties, men, regardless of age group, everyone loves to watch them, at least it is pleasing to the eye, and being complimented by beauties is even more beneficial to men.

Zhao Rong at this time is hardly an exception.

With a smile on his face, he shook his head and didn't answer.

"Who is Mr. Zhao waiting for here?"

"Qian'er, she'll be here later."

"Oh, so it's Junior Sister Qian'er."

Ning Ying nodded and moved slightly, as if preparing to say goodbye.

However, at this moment, she turned pale, stopped and turned her head, and said with a smile: "Young Master Zhao, can you do me a little favor?"

Zhao Rong looked around at the empty and deserted surroundings, and wanted to decline politely, after all, he was a lonely man and a widow, so if this Senior Sister Ning made some kind of 'unfeeling favor', it would be troublesome.

However, after the conversation just now, he felt a little fond of Qingjun's senior sister at this moment, and heard her say 'little busy'...

Zhao Rong glanced at the woman in red with a look of anticipation on her face.

"Senior Sister Ning, what a small favor, you go first."

"Wait~" Ning Ying said in a crisp voice, while lowering her head and taking out a booklet from her sleeve.

The woman bit her lip, opened her almond eyes, and turned the booklet up, her hands moving a little hastily.

It looks a little cute.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, glanced at the cover of the book in her hand, and found that it was a relatively popular collection of poetry in the market. Generally, you can often see this familiar cover in the collections of literary gatherings organized by women on the mountain.

He used to read it when he was bored, and the writing was okay, so...

This senior sister Ning, who is well-cultivated, still has this hobby of poetry?Uh, yes, some monster races seem to admire the human race's essays.

Well, for example, a little fox demon who likes to read books about gifted scholars and beautiful ladies...

Zhao Rong thought of Xiao Xiao and smiled in his heart.

At this time, he didn't make a sound, just stood by and watched.

Afterwards, Ning Ying turned to a certain page in the collection of poems, and asked Zhao Rong earnestly and curiously about the meaning and function of a certain obscure image in one of the poems.

Seeing that this was indeed a small favor, Zhao Rong nodded and explained to her.

During the period, the two kept a polite distance under the huge monument where no one was there, and taught the 'posture' that there was nothing wrong with it.

Zhao Rong spoke seriously, occasionally raised his eyes, and found that Senior Sister Ning was listening attentively.

He nodded slightly in his heart.

Not long after, Zhao Rong finished explaining, Ning Ying showed her face, and she had a look of sudden comprehension:

"...Joy and silent, secretly moving the plum shadow across the red bridge, the skirt blowing in the north wind...So that's how it is...There is also this kind of twists and turns...Zhao Gongzi, you, you are so amazing! Didn't I ask you before?" I have surpassed other people, and there are fellow students of your academy, at least not as good as you, and they are so simple."

She put her bare hands together, closed the poetry collection, and stared at Zhao Rong with her almond eyes wide open.

There was a little joy in Xiumei's eyebrows, "Besides, many of your explanations that I think make sense have never been mentioned by those people. Mr. Zhao, did you just think of these after reading it?"

Zhao Rong felt that Ning Ying, who had given him the impression of a soft and beautiful Yujie before, was a bit like a young girl who was fond of a scholar with a book and staring eyes.

Zhao Rong couldn't help muttering at this sudden appearance... Is this young master accidentally unlocking the strange attribute of the lady senior sister?How do you feel that the next script will be a little bit wrong.

The young scholar frowned imperceptibly.

Zhao Rong showed modesty and waved his hand.

"Senior Sister Ning is overrated. It's just some misconceptions. How can other senior brothers in the academy say it better?"

His tone was serious, but Senior Sister Ning in front of him didn't continue to praise him as silly as he had guessed.

"Oh, really."

Ning Ying nodded in a reasonable manner.

Then he narrowed his almond eyes and glanced at the cautious and modest Zhao Rong.

She opened her lips, her teeth were like teeth, and her voice was crisp and clear: "Then Mr. Zhao is also very good, not much worse than those few students in the academy. The eyes of Lingfei and junior sister are really good."

Ok?Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, if you praise Qing Jun, then I will not be polite.

"Indeed." He nodded.

"Uh..." Ning Ying choked up, glanced at Zhao Rong, she immediately changed the topic, and said sincerely: "Junior brother, in fact, there are still a few small questions about poetry accumulated, which have been baffled me before... However, it is too late now and it is inconvenient, so I can't bother you anymore."

Zhao Rong nodded, not going to reply politely, because he was afraid that Senior Sister Ning would really take it seriously and would continue to stay and ask questions.

But the next second.