i have a sword fairy

I admired the distant scenery as if I was traveling in spring.

Then he looked around, but there was no one nearby.

And Gui's voice sounded like someone was talking beside him, very close.

Just don't know where it is.

Zhao Rong touched his chin.

In other words, isn't it the sword spirit? That is the state of the soul body. I remember that it was said to be in his brow chakra before, so can I see it now?Uh, could it be that Gui now is an invisible soul, wandering around him?

The young Confucian scholar suddenly made a strange movement.

He stretched his hand forward, and then... scooped up the air around him.

It's like playing blindfolded hide-and-seek as a kid.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Gui was vigilant and speechless.

Zhao Rong smiled brightly, "Ah, are you by my side?"

"Get out! If you dare to mess around later, I will throw you into the lake and feed you to the evil dragon!"

Zhao Rong: "..."

He sighed: "Is it necessary to see outsiders like this? Who of us should at least pat on the shoulder and shake hands... So, you mean you are here too? Cough cough, where are you?" Well, let me be healthy..."

Zhao Rong blinked and looked around.

Gui Mei said in a good mood: "Get out!"

"It's all coming..."

Zhao Rong touched the back of his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "Ahem, why does it feel a bit like a netizen face? It's a strange sense of sight."

"What netizen face base?"

"Ahem, it's nothing, um, it's a very good friendship to be able to meet Ji's netizens."

"..."

Jian Ling was dubious.

Although it didn't quite understand Zhao Rong's meaning, some strange words came out of his mouth, eight out of ten made it feel inappropriate.

The remaining two... Gui felt that 'how dare he', 'he really dared'... These words, like Mr. Zhao, should not appear in this world.

So "netizen face base" is probably not a good word.

"Oh, really."

A certain sword spirit's tone was very disbelieving.

"Why are you lying to me? Well, most netizens have to bring some presents when they meet each other, and blades and other controlled knives are fine. Well, did you bring any meeting gifts?"

Zhao Rong rubbed his hands.

"Hehe." The sword spirit pouted and sneered, then paused, then narrowed its eyes and said, "Does it count as sending you a pool of evil dragons?"

"Are you familiar with the flood dragon?"

"..."

Gui thought for a while, then nodded, "Acquainted? You will become familiar with them later, don't worry, I promise you will become more and more familiar with them in the future."

"Then have a quick look."

Zhao Rong smiled lightly and stopped going.

He suddenly heard a familiar sound of children playing.

The young Confucian scholar on the grass was quiet for a moment, then turned his head and walked in that direction.

Not long after, he saw the expected three small figures.

Running on the hillside grass.

One of the little girls was dressed in a white breast-length Confucian skirt, with a delicate and lovely face.

There is also a little girl, dressed in a light green maid outfit, combing her temples, and has a cute round face.

The two little girls looked like beauties.

It's just that at this moment, there are many stains on their fair and tender cheeks, and there are some drops of sweat on their white foreheads. They are running and flying a kite with someone in front of them, and their little faces are hot and flushed.

Both Xiaoqingjun and Xiaoqian'er had short legs, chasing after the boy in front of them, with bright eyes and smiling faces.

Zhao Rong stood aside with his sleeves folded and watched quietly for a while.

He seemed invisible in the eyes of these three familiar and unfamiliar children.

They were laughing and playing, and ran past Zhao Rong, as if they couldn't see him.

Zhao Rong looked calm, listening to the giggles of Xiao Qingjun and Xiao Qian'er.

Occasionally he would lean over to make way for them who were chasing 'him'.

If there are outsiders at this time, they will find that Zhao Rong's gaze has only been on the three children, the two little girls...

Xiao Qingjun and Xiao Qian'er were chased and fled after a while.

After a while, their chubby little hands were held together, and they sat on the swing and were pushed and swung by someone.

Standing straight with feet together, amidst the cute whining sound, the skirts are flying, and the sound of laughter lights up the wind around...

The young Confucian scholar who was watching laughed.

At this time, the swing gradually stopped, and the man stopped pushing it.

"...Hey, don't you believe me, you stupid girls who haven't read a single book! What are you laughing at? In the lake in front, our powerful sages of Confucianism really suppressed the big murderer, um, it's just eaten in the storybook. Demons and ghosts like human dragons are suppressed by books bigger than mountains."

The boy left the swing suddenly, jumped to the side, pointed to the vast flat lake in the distance, and introduced to the two little girls on the swing with a serious expression.

"What, Qingjun, you ask me that the sage doesn't reason with these beasts? It's so stupid, isn't the sage's reasoning all in the book? Press them down with a mountain of books, just let them read by themselves. What is reasoning? people."

The boy leaned back, put one hand on his waist, and waved forward boldly with the other, speaking triumphantly.

The two little girls hugging each other on the swing tilted their heads and looked at each other with a smile.

The young Confucian scholar who was watching finally looked away from the two little girls and looked at the young but arrogant boy.

At this moment, the boy pretended to sigh.

"Hey, but isn't it? These evil dragons and dragons are too powerful. They grow bigger and bigger after drinking the lake water every day. They don't like reading. The principles of saints can hardly hold them back. The evil dragon is about to break free and be born. , Hey, the world in the backyard of our Duke's Mansion is not going to be peaceful...

"Hey, you two little girls, don't be silly and happy. After they run out of the lake, they must be the first to eat you. Well, first eat Qian'er, you are the thinnest, and you have an appetizer between your teeth, and then After eating Qingjun, my butt has become more and more chubby recently, I need to chew a few more..."

"Ahem, I finally know I'm afraid, it's okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid! With me, Zhao Rong, they can't hurt you."

"Well, the most powerful saint can't suppress these evil dragons, but when I study hard, when I grow up, don't think about it, I will definitely be more powerful than the holy man in the book, and I will use a greater 'reason' to kill them. Pressed at the bottom of the lake, don't try to raise your head..."

The boy spoke boldly and vigorously, and pointed to the lake as calm as a mirror in the distance.

The young Confucian scholar standing quietly at the side followed the direction of the boy's finger.

In the next second, he turned around gently and didn't stay any longer.

The young Confucian scholar walked towards the calm lake.

This is the back hill of the garden of the Duke's Mansion in his childhood memory.

He is familiar with the sun, grass, and flowers.

But there are other things that don't belong here...

4 Chapter Ninety

On the way Zhao Rong went to the lake in the distance, he met a fox-eyed girl hugging a small quilt on a bluestone under the sun.

An open book on gifted scholars and beautiful ladies was also dropped under the blue stone.

When Zhao Rong passed by, he knelt down and picked it up for her.

Vaguely saw a lot of words "Zhao Lang Zhao Lang" in the book.

He smiled and helped the fox-eyed girl who "doesn't like sleepiness, books from talented scholars and beautiful women, and bad Zhao Lang", took the quilt and tucked her exposed white and tender feet back.

On the way, Zhao Rong also saw Yin Zhi Wufu drinking wine and looking south, and Qi Chang Confucian scholar playing the piano in the pavilion...

Zhao Rong listened to the words of a certain sword spirit and regarded these specious and strange scenes as a dream in the middle of the night.

Subsequently.

I don't know how long it has passed, how many "scenery" Zhao Rong passed by calmly.

He stopped in front of a familiar tall building by the lake.

He squinted his eyes and looked up, but there was no word on the plaque.

The tall building at the back of the duke's mansion called Cheng'en did not know how many memories Zhao Rong had when he was young.

It is the most mysterious and difficult place in memory.

At this moment, the door of the building is half closed and unlocked.

The young Confucian scholar stretched out his hand to push the door and climbed up the stairs.

Climb to the top.

Suddenly stop.

I saw that there was a man in purple clothes standing still on the top of the building, with his hands behind him.

Turn your back on the comer.

Its big sleeves are fluttering, and the purple air is lingering.

It seems to be going away with the wind.

There are tall buildings by the lake, and there are purple clothes on the tall buildings.

Below him is a lake of dragons.

……

"Hey, why can't I see your face?"

"Why do you want to look at my face?"

"Nonsense, of course it depends on what you look like. Is it a blue-faced fangs, a jade-faced young man, or a bearded man."

Damn it, isn't it just for looking at faces when meeting netizens?It’s not true that some people go there for interesting souls, right? Cough cough...

On the tall building with no words on the plaque, the young Confucian scholar walked around the purple robe, looking up and down curiously.

This figure was dressed in purple, with a bright blue belt around his waist. He was very tall, about two meters tall, but he didn't look burly, like Gu Yiwu, but rather thin.

But it is very tall, half a head taller than Zhao Rong who is [-] feet [-] inches.

The purple clothes on it, the purple air lingering, hazy like fog, churning non-stop, roughly maintaining the shape of the robe.

However, he couldn't see the general figure under the purple clothes.

The young Confucian scholar couldn't help but look a few more times, secretly said:

After all, people from the Xuanhuang Realm thousands of years ago, were the ancients taller than today's people?

For no reason, Zhao Rong thought of the ancestors of the Li clan who lived in Lidi, who were also tall and handsome.

"What about the blue-faced fangs, what about the jade-faced young man, and the bearded man..."

Gui Youyou, who was dressed in purple, turned her head, faced Zhao Rong, and asked softly, "... so what?"

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, and looked at its blurry face again.

There was a cloud of purple mist, and I could only see the general shape of the facial features, knowing what was the nose and what was the eyes.

The sword spirit with a poisonous tongue that he has known for a long time makes it difficult to see the specific face clearly.

I don't know if it is doing this deliberately, or it is currently weak and only in the state of soul body. At this moment, it is barely moving with the help of purple energy...

However, he took a closer look and found that Gui's face seemed to be quite small, with a slightly pointed chin...

The young Confucian scholar clasped his hands, stepped forward leisurely, and stood side by side with the purple-clothed sword spirit, by the railing on the roof.