i have a sword fairy

And there is also a faint bonus of the physique of the alien monster race.

"Save people first."

Zhao Rong said something, and wanted to get into the carriage to see those old servants.

"Brother Ziyu, I'm here, don't move around, and see if you're hurt."

Zhang Huizhi gave serious instructions, and without any explanation, he led the others into the carriage to save people.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong could only nod his head.

He patted the ashes on his robe, then turned his head to look at Li Bai.

The latter was holding his sword and turning his head, looking at the farther surroundings.

What the sword-holding man is responsible for is very simple.

Find out if there are any monks around who he thinks are "dangerous" and are sneaking around.

find out.

killed.

Just fine.

As for some clues that may exist on the field, some abnormalities that are not right... these are not in his control, let Zhao Xiaozi find it himself.

Li Bai does not do other winding work, he is only responsible and contributes "strength".

never has been.

The two had a clear division of labor. After a while, Li Bai looked away and shook his head.

Zhao Rong exhaled, relieved, and walked towards the out-of-control horse that fell to the ground panting for death.

Squat down and check up carefully...

……

Chapter 489 There are purple clothes by the pool, and there are dragons under the pool

Regarding the accident of the horse being frightened and out of control, after careful inspection by everyone, they quickly found out the reason.

It is probably caused by two factors.

The carriage was loaded with too much luggage, and the forage was put together with some food rations. Some of the forage inevitably had some pungent smell, and it just happened to be used to feed the horses.

In addition, the location of the carriage was not good, it happened to be a forest, when the lame old servant was feeding the horse, a strong light hit the horse's eyes, which was irritated.

So by coincidence, the horse was frightened and out of control...

Regarding the second reason, Zhao Rong knew something about it. Horses, animals, do have poor eyesight.

And even if it is a dragon horse on the mountain, these mounts have the potential to lose control.

Zhao Rong was a little speechless about his luck, but with this level of accident, even a few more horses would not be able to hurt him.

On the contrary, those old servants were very unlucky, they were old bones, and they were bumped badly, stumbling around, and the disfigured old servant was coughing non-stop until Zhao Rong left.

Although Zhao Rong was vigilant, he didn't stop being suspicious.

After this accident, he and Zhang Huizhi lost the interest in drinking.

After Zhao Rong comforted and cared for Brother Xiahui and those old servants, he returned with Uncle Bai.

Next.

Zhao Rong followed this large army of Feng Chan and drove for half a day together, and stayed overnight in a certain county town at night.

All night.

On the second day, the team continued to set off.

On the way, the Dugu family invited Zhao Rong to a banquet again, but the latter refused because he was busy.

Finally, on the evening of the second day.

The moment the last ray of sunset in the sky disappeared, the large army finally arrived at the boundary of Jiyue Mountain.

On a wasteland full of snow-white 'Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers', everyone who had been running around for a day raised their heads and looked ahead:

In the distance, a high mountain.

On the top of the mountain, a snowy moon.

If you are on the top of the mountain, it seems that you can pick the moon with one hand.

……

moonlit night.

The wilderness under the mountains is vast and boundless.

Looking around, there are thousands of lamps.

At this moment in the dead of night, most of the lights were extinguished.

The few remaining tents with lights scattered in the wasteland under Jiyue Mountain tonight like stars falling from the sky.

In the camp, the crackling sound of the fire and burning wood, the clashing of armor and weapons of the patrolling soldiers, and the faint sound of gourd silk coming from no one knows where, broke the silence of the wilderness that had been silent for thousands of years in the past.

In the southwest corner of the camp, inside a large tent.

At this time, there was a slender figure sitting withered, and there was a bright lamp in front of him, which barely lit the tent.

The figure of the young Confucian scholar in front of the lights is reflected on the felt wall behind.

Against the backdrop of the candlelight, his thin face appeared focused and resolute.

At this moment, he was staring at the bright light without saying a word.

His eyes didn't blink, as if... in a daze.

"I said, come on, do we have to make it so gloomy?"

At a certain moment, the young Confucian scholar couldn't bear it anymore, and made complaints.

"Oh, Mr. Zhao feels deserted and lonely. That's alright, let's call Zhao Qian'er and Su Qingdai to practice together. To Mr. Zhao, the two of them are not something that you can just wave your hands to happily?"

As usual, Sword Spirit praised Zhao Rong sincerely, then sighed and said:

"Hey, it's a pity that there are no desks here tonight, Mr. Zhao can't give full play to his strengths and give them lessons."

Speaking of this, Gui's tone was very regretful.

someone: "..."

"Ahem, don't talk about what you have, let's hurry up and persuade Qian'er to sleep with Qingdai tonight, so we can seriously practice."

Zhao Rong coughed a few times, stared at the candlelight in front of him, and said seriously.

Gui exposed Lao Di mercilessly, "Are they really asleep? If you don't listen to me and turn on the lights too brightly, the two little girls will probably sneak in again after seeing you, to test Mr. Zhao Da profound knowledge."

The young Confucian scholar's expression softened, and he took a slight breath.

Play to their strengths?Deep knowledge?

Hiss, why does it feel like Gui is becoming more and more filthy...or is it my son who is filthy, listening to the wind is rain...he thought with a guilty conscience.

"Cough, it's okay, if the atmosphere is gloomy, let's be gloomy, let's start practicing quickly."

Zhao Rong raised his face and urged in the heart lake.

"Don't worry, you go and close the door tightly, don't let them walk in."

Guiyou said worriedly.

"..."

Zhao Rong blushed slightly, got up and went to check again, and closed the door, leaving no more gaps this time.

Well, he was just about to put up a sign saying "Qian'er and Qingdai are not allowed to enter" at the door.

Zhao Rong returned and sat upright.

"Guild, my lord has already followed what you said. You can see your mind and see your nature. Can you pass on that set of mysterious skills outside the realm to me?"

Gui did not answer Zhao Rong's words, but said directly: "Where is the well water from the Zhengguan well you brought, take it out first."

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, took out three bamboo slips from his sleeves, and placed them in front of him one by one.

The sword spirit was quiet for a while, then smiled suddenly: "Heh, you asked me for this extraterrestrial exercise, but haven't you already seen this exercise?"

"I saw it? Where is it?"

Zhao Rong clutched his sleeves and looked around the dark room.

Sword Spirit said leisurely: "It's in the lake of your heart."

Zhao Rong was taken aback.

"Close your eyes."

Gui's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

He closed his eyes in response.

In the next second, there was no wind in the tent, and the candle in front of the young Confucian scholar suddenly went out.

total darkness.

The darkroom was silent.

With his eyes closed, Zhao Rong felt the rotation. Although he didn't open his eyes, the surrounding space seemed to be turned upside down.

He was puzzled at the moment, but he didn't make a sound to disturb the sword spirit for the time being.

After waiting quietly for a moment, Gui's voice came leisurely.

"Why are you still closing it? Open your eyes."

Zhao Rong suddenly froze at this moment, and forgot to complain, because with his eyes closed, he felt that his feet were stepping on a soft place, like... Grass?

And beside his ears, besides the voice of a certain sword spirit, he could also hear the crisp sound of a lark.

In the distance, there seemed to be some faint sounds of children playing and reading books...

Zhao Rong also felt the breeze blowing on his face and smelled the pleasant fragrance of flowers.

The young Confucian scholar quietly raised his eyelids, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a paradise-like scene.

He was standing among the flowers of a meadow.

The sun is shining overhead.

There is grass under your feet.

There is a bright spring in front of me.

A gentle breeze was coming, blowing Zhao Rong's white Confucian shirt and black hair at the temples.

The fragrance of flowers is warm, the soil is gentle, and the sun is kind.

It's like April in the world.

"This... where is this?"

Zhao Rong was stunned, looking around.

There seemed to be a vast flat lake not far away, and the grassland by the lake where he was located was also very large.

"This is the heart lake in your brow chakra."

Gui paused and explained again.

"Well, in fact, the scenes in the heart lake are ever-changing, but I used a little magic to make it concrete, so that you can see it, well, you can use these scenes as some places in the depths of your heart lake. A true projection of memories and thoughts."

Zhao Rong turned his head and looked towards a direction where childish laughter came from.

There are swings reverberating under the trees there, some familiar young backs, and their familiar childish voices...

"Memory projection..."

Gui's voice came again, "Well, whatever you want to understand, you can treat it as a state of dreaming, as long as you stay awake and realize that these are illusions, don't try to understand and pursue them, otherwise you will easily fall into illusion and confusion. self-doubt..."

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and nodded.