i have a sword fairy

Materials are always hard to find.

And this mysterious palace dress has such a pure blue-gold color, which has never been seen before, and it is unknown that it is made of various techniques and materials...

At this time, the green-gold palace costume was unfolded silently, and it was filled and propped up in an instant.

It seems to be draped on a certain transparent figure in the pavilion.

At this moment, he could finally get a rough glimpse of the outline of this transparent figure.

The unknown person who came to the unknown place should be a woman, tall and tall, half a body taller than an ordinary human woman, and better than a nine-foot man of the human race...

Her face is still surrounded by a mass of transparent air, making it invisible.

At this moment, the newly folded Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flower in the tall woman's hand was picked up by the transparent hand under the cuff, and it was close to her head.

It seems to be sniffing lightly.

The next moment, the tall woman, who hadn't returned home for a long time, walked straight to the crystal table and sat down in a blue-gold palace dress that dragged the floor.

The extremely slender waist was straight and motionless.

Noble and dignified, quiet and majestic...

Like a lonely and profound king.

Her temperament fit the atmosphere of this desolate place so well that at this moment, just sitting quietly and waiting, she naturally blended into the ancient tranquility of this dilapidated ruin.

This is a strange intuition that the witnesses will spontaneously emerge...

a moment.

In the sky above the ruins, the crescent-shaped glazed dome brightened by one point...two points...

There is a faint noise that can blow over the roof, coming from an unknown direction, and gently echoing in the ruins...

In the crystal pavilion surrounded by flowers, the tall woman who came to the appointment seems to hold up her hands on the crystal table.

The wide, smooth cuffs slid down to the elbows.

She tilted her head, rested her head on her hands, and waited quietly.

……

"Guild, with my current physique, if you jump off, can you hold back and get back the stove and the sword pill?"

Beside the Moon Lake on the top of the Moon Sacrifice Mountain, Zhao Rong stood with his hands behind his back, and carefully looked at the azure pool in front of him for a while. asked.

Sword Spirit heard the words, without thinking about it, and spoke directly.

It said in a very sincere tone: "Of course! For us Mr. Zhao, this small broken lake is more than enough. I suggest that there are few people now, so let's jump down quickly and do it quickly."

Sword Spirit urged sincerely.

"Yeah, I got it."

The young Confucian scholar nodded, and in the next second, he turned his head and left without saying anything.

went down the mountain.

As long as this cheap sword spirit of his own is enthusiastically recommended for an unprecedented time, it will definitely kill him without even a scum left.

For this point, Zhao Rong still trusts him very much.

Never let him down.

So right now, this Moon Lake, which has accumulated countless sky thunders, can't simply and rudely jump down to pick up the stove and the sword pill that should be tempered.

Hey, I have to stay in Jiyue Mountain for a while, and make a long-term plan.

On the mountain road, Zhao Rong, who had not changed out of his snow-white dress, folded his hands and sighed softly.

"Hey, Mr. Zhao is jumping, why don't you jump, oh, are you scared now? How did you come up with such a brilliant idea just now?"

The young Confucian scholar looked as usual, ignoring the sword spirit who pouted.

Right now, he is going to go down the mountain to find Qian'er and Qing Dai.

At noon not long ago, just after the ceremony of enshrining Chan, under two bright moons, countless crowds rushed to the Temple of Heaven.

During the messy carnival, Dugu Chanyi discussed with the dignitaries from the court to hold a celebratory luncheon for the Zen Conferring Ceremony.

Everyone discussed going to the big tent in the wilderness at the foot of the mountain to hold it, and in the afternoon, they would celebrate together with thousands of Dali people who came here.

So after a while of busy work, Xianyue Linu and Dali Forbidden Army finally stabilized the order of the crowd, and dispersed the frenzied crowd surrounding Zhao Rong and other Confucian scholars one after another down the mountain.

Afterwards, everyone went down the mountain happily.

And Zhao Rong, as the single-handed organizer of the ceremony of enshrining Zen, the number one hero of this ceremony, of course, is the protagonist of the celebration luncheon, and the treatment is comparable to that of a silent female gentleman from the academy.

However, Zhao Rong's thoughts at this time are not on the Empress Dowager Dali and the dignitaries who are warmly toasting at the celebration luncheon, not on the students such as Gu Yiwu who are celebrating happily, and not even on the change of attitude of Meng Zhengjun who is scoring the etiquette test...

He refused the good wine, hurriedly finished two bowls of white rice served by the orphans and widows, the Empress Dowager Dali and the Young Emperor, and then found an excuse for being tired and rested, and left.

And declined the lively celebrations in the afternoon.

After returning to the camp where they rested, Zhao Rong coaxed Xiaoqian'er and Su Qingdai to study scriptures, and then quietly ran up to Jiyue Mountain.

Ting Ni's Purple Gold Furnace and Li Ji Jianwan, which had been fully tempered, were still at the bottom of the Moon Lake on the top of the mountain.

However, this trip to the mountain to inquire, Zhao Rong returned in vain, and the specific countermeasures for salvaging the stove and sword pills have to be carefully considered...

At this moment, on the mountain road, the young Confucian scholar with his sleeves folded shook his head and sighed.

At a 45-degree angle, he looked up at the vision of two bright moons still hanging in the sky.

There is a little melancholy in the crotch.

"Cut, you deserve it!"

Gui Min glanced at the emotional color of Zhao Rong's heart lake, and mocked angrily.

"Who told you not to listen to me? Before sealing the Zen, it's not good to put the stove directly in the hole of the thunder wood tree? Or let that stupid little emperor help you? Isn't it okay? I don't know what you're thinking all day long?"

Zhao Rong straightened his face and pretended to be angry: "Hey, little sword spirit, are you teaching me how to do things?"

"I'll teach you how to do things! Zhao Rong, can you stand up to me? This seat is the Ting Ni Zijin Furnace and Li Ji Jian Wan that I found out for you. In addition, you can call this seat Little Sword Spirit again!"

Zhao Rong suppressed the corners of his mouth, and nodded seriously:

"Yeah, yeah, it's you who has a strong mouth. Whose sword spirit can be as powerful as my sword spirit. It's all thanks to you. Next time you ask me to jump into the lake, I will jump right away, don't mind him It’s the truth and irony, it’s fine if you get electrocuted, anyway, you can’t make my sword spirit unhappy... come, come back, just smile.”

Sword Spirit: "..."

The young Confucian scholar smiled and looked up at the Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers dancing in the sky like snowflakes.

"Fuck off."

Gui snorted, and then said angrily: "My seat is annoyed when I see you now!"

"Oh? Then I'm different from you. I'm happy when I see my sword spirit."

Zhao Rong looked away, patted his cuffs, and smiled like a spring breeze.

"you!"

Choking on the sword master's shameless thick skin, Gui Bo said angrily, "You...you hurry up!"

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head.

He turned his head in the mountain breeze and glanced at the peak of Jiyue Mountain behind him.

With a restrained expression, he lowered his eyes and said softly:

"I asked Wang Que to do that before, so naturally I had my thoughts..."

Chapter 512

At this time, on the way to Jiyue Mountain.

Sensing that Zhao Rong seemed to be about to start 'speaking a few words' again, he said 'ummm' twice, trying to be perfunctory.

Zhao Rong didn't seem to care, he was quiet for a moment, staring at the front, and said seriously:

"I can help him partiality."

Paused for a moment.

"But it can only be icing on the cake, not sending carbon in the snow. This is the bottom line."

"So, I was thinking that if I carefully organize this grand ceremony, after completing the two ceremonies of communicating with heaven and earth, I can let the spiritual Dao of Heaven cast its eyes on this place, and take a serious look at this human boy who is less than ten years old. King, give even a so-so auspicious response..."

The young Confucian scholar nodded, "Then I will be able to read through this stove, and throw it into the lake without hesitation."

Gui thought for a while, "Oh? Then if Tiandao doesn't like that stupid little emperor, thinks he has no future prospects, and his reaction is unremarkable, what should you do? Don't throw Ting Ni's purple gold furnace into it? Even if it's just A little effort, by the way?"

Zhao Rong looked at the mountain road ahead as usual, and nodded flatly, "Of course he doesn't have this life, and my husband can't help him."

Say goodbye, don't talk, thought about it again, and shook his head, "I don't understand, and I think it's very hypocritical, but I respect your principles."

Its words changed again, "However, the situation at the Fengchan Grand Ceremony just now seems to be different from what you thought, Zhao Rong, what do you think?"

The young Confucian scholar smiled and looked up at the first bright moon with a smile on his face.

"Of course I'm happy."

He smiled brighter and brighter:

"I didn't expect such a big auspicious auspiciousness to come directly this time. It is almost a legendary god descending from the ground here."

"It must be that Tiandao saw this interesting young man and saw some future that we don't know... Besides, ahem, Tiandao has given me, Mr. Zhao, this round of moon, which directly helped me to shock Meng Zhengjun and the audience. away from people."

Speaking of which, Zhao Rong glanced at the top of the mountain and put it down, shook his head and sighed with a smile:

"But this time I was so happy that I felt a little helpless. I didn't consider this possibility in advance. I had too many thoughts at the end of the Fengchan ceremony just now. I forgot to stop Wangque for a while, and I still made a mistake and asked him to continue throwing the Tingni Purple Gold Stove. go down."

"The auspiciousness of the first round of the bright moon has already made this Fengchan ceremony a complete victory... Throwing the stove in again will only trouble me, Mr. Zhao, who likes icing on the cake and troubles things first..."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, paused in thought for a moment, and shook his head:

"It's okay, let's stay in Jiyue Mountain for one more day, and when there are few people, we will find a way to fish up the stove and sword pills...and also finish the other small things by the way...I will find a reason to give it to brother Yiwu in the afternoon They will follow Meng Zhengjun back first."

After the young Confucian scholar spoke, he seemed to be talking to himself and arranged the itinerary.

Gui Jingjing listened for a while, then suddenly chuckled: "Oh, you are really there, Zhao Rong. Most people in the world try their best to send charcoal to others, but in the end you are lucky, thinking how to give that little girl The emperor went to add icing on the cake."

Jian Ling's tone was playful and smiling, but he didn't know what his attitude was.

Zhao Rong didn't answer, his expression was calm.

In a few moments, when Zhao Rong passed the checkpoint at the foot of the mountain unimpeded and was about to enter the camp in the wilderness.

Gui Hu said: "Not long ago, when Feng Chan just ended, the one you could see on the top of the mountain... um, did a lot of light golden dragon energy suddenly surge out from the strange cauldron and land on Li Wangque? was absorbed by him?"

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, his face remained unchanged, and hummed lightly.

I didn't even ask Gui how it knew about this.

Sword Spirit was a little upset, and even concealed it as an outsider:

"Why didn't you say it at the time? Such a good opportunity, a rare and rare opportunity at the foot of the mountain, why don't you take a bite of the gift of luck and dragon energy? I need to teach you such a good thing? How much can you absorb! "

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the feedback from the Heavenly Dao to the little emperor. Why should I steal his dragon energy? Besides... I don't have much shortage, right..."

When the words fell, he stopped chatting and returned to the camp.

So, a certain sword spirit sighed as if he met someone unkind.

……

In the afternoon, on the wasteland under Jiyue Mountain.

The grand celebration was held as scheduled.

It's just that the people who made the arrangements this time were no longer students like Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu.

Hosted by the Dugu family, it started under the arrangement of the women who left the moon.

Thousands of people who came to Jiyue Mountain to observe Fengchan participated in the celebration lively.

Meng Zhengjun, Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and other members of Linlu Academy declined Dugu Chanyi's warm invitation and prepared to leave for the academy.

Zhao Rong found a passable excuse and didn't go back with Meng Zhengjun's large army.

If this was placed before the ceremony of enshrining Chan, Meng Zhengjun and Zhao Rong's "teacher-student harmony" relationship, Zhao Rong would probably be directly labeled as undisciplined by Meng Zhengjun, frowning and scolding.