i have a sword fairy

At this time, the old man lowered his head and smiled ho ho.

Laughter ranges from muffled to hoarse.

getting bigger.

"Ho ho ho ho... hahahaha... cough cough cough..."

He is in the hand behind him holding the bong.

At some point, a small gray cigarette pouch appeared.

Originally, after he took out the golden elixir and swallowed it, it had been put back and hung on the bong.

But at this moment, the cigarette pouch opened the pocket with the width of the little finger, and it quietly landed on the old man's skinny palm.

The whole place was silent.

Under the eyes of shock and despair.

This one just watched the ordinary cigarette bag slowly close, and the remaining wisps of snow-white sword energy lingered around the mouth of the bag, and finally dissipated completely as the mouth of the bag closed...

"How... how is it possible."

The final move, which was almost a surefire success, was unexpectedly broken without a sound.

Zhao Qian'er's eyes widened, and she couldn't help taking a step back, whispering in an unbelievable and incomprehensible tone.

A young girl's heart sank infinitely.

The young Confucian scholar whose tacit cooperation failed unexpectedly, frowned suddenly, and stared at the disfigured old Confucian scholar who was laughing out of breath.

"Zhao Rong, this situation is not right, very wrong..." A certain sword spirit's serious voice came.

The heart of the young Confucian scholar suddenly turned cold.

This is not just revenge on Zhao Ziyu alone.

Someone was going to kill him... them!

Chapter 522 Wine, Old Confucianism, Ink Sword, and Yourong's Words

"Who is behind you? Who gave you these!"

Zhao Rong raised his head sharply, staring straight at the old Confucian scholar whose smile became more and more crazy.

His eyes were as sharp as a sword's edge.

The old man in front of him was quite different from what he remembered.

When I saw this old Confucian scholar on Zhuque Street half a year ago, he was tall and serious in elegant clothes.

But right now, he is disfigured and rickety, miserable and wicked.

I don't know what he has encountered and experienced these days. The old man is carrying an unknown fourth-grade golden elixir and a mysterious cigarette pouch, and there may even be some other backhands.

It seems that he is only looking for revenge...

Qin Jianfu didn't answer when he heard the words.

Quietly rehang the gray pipe on the copper stem.

Behind him, the handsome girl and Feijian Swing, who were about to get violent, were once again frozen in place as if they had been immobilized.

The girl who can turn the situation around has already been tricked out. This time, the old man doesn't need to deliberately show his flaws.

Moreover, as the joke of 'that person' said, this handsome girl following Zhao Rong really hides something that can kill him.

It's a pity that it's all under the control of the 'man' who gave him the pipe and the golden elixir.

Thinking of this, the insane smile that had been hanging on the face of the disfigured old Confucian scholar since he appeared, slowly subsided.

He became as indifferent and gloomy as Wubo Gujing.

Qin Jianfu didn't hesitate any longer, he stretched his withered hand towards his side, and grabbed it with five fingers in the air. The purple gold token that was about to be activated on Zhao Qian'er's waist took off with a 'swish', broke the rope, and fell into his hand.

The old man bowed his head, slightly bent his withered fingers, and gently opened the mouths of some gray pipes.

Toss this purple gold token that symbolizes the identity of the Tianjiao seed of Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion and also serves as a positioning deterrent.

The Zijin Token shrinks circle by circle, draws an arc, and is sucked into the cigarette pouch.

Qin Jianfu's withered finger ticked at the small crystal sword hanging in the air not far away.

The swing moved, but this time the sword was not according to the master's intention.

It let out a mournful sword cry, and immediately turned around uncontrollably. The sword body shrunk, and it was sucked into the unknown smoke pouch just like the purple gold token.

The situation is unknown.

Zhao Qian'er's chest heaved violently.

She pursed her lips tightly and glared at the calm old Confucian scholar with murderous eyes.

However, in the next second, a bright red line of blood still curved and slid down from the corner of her tightly pursed and white lips.

The sword cultivator lost contact with his natal flying sword, just like a fish losing its gills.

The girl's eyes were red, but her face was stubborn and unyielding.

But Qin Jianfu didn't look at the wild girl behind him.

He turned his head and clapped his hands as if he had just finished a few trivial chores.

As if nothing had happened, he paced towards Zhao Rong.

The disfigured old man was hunched, with a three-foot-long copper bong held between the fingers of one hand, while quietly holding the gray cigarette pouch in his hand, the other hand was raised at this moment, and casually patted the dust on his sleeve.

There is no rush or slow movement.

Step by step approaching Zhao Rong.

The disfigured old Confucian scholar looked at the young Confucian scholar with a terrifying calmness.

This time, it seemed that he didn't wait for Zhao Rong to finish his meal.

However, in the courtyard, there was a young girl trembling.

She struggled to squeeze out some words, "You, you, you let go... Brother Rong..."

Qin Jianfu raised a crooked withered finger without looking back.

The next second, the handsome girl's voice stopped.

"Mmm... um... um."

Zhao Qian'er's mouth was completely sealed by an invisible mana, and she could only watch helplessly as the stooped back of the old Confucian scholar approached the unarmed brother Rong'er.

A desperate sob gradually came out of her throat.

However, Zhao Rong didn't go to see the girl.

He turned his head directly, and said to Qin Jianfu calmly and seriously:

"I will die, I will not resist, any method of death will cooperate with you...you...let her go, as long as you let her go."

The girl trembled, tears streaming down her face.

Qin Jianfu raised his eyelids.

He saw the eyes of the young Confucian scholar in front of him with unprecedented solemnity and...pray?

"Ho ho."

The old man who was so calm and indifferent finally smiled.

Turning around in an instant, she walked directly towards the dazed Zhao Qian'er.

He wanted to torture and kill the people the young Confucian scholars cared about first.

Just like the young Confucian scholar made him helpless in the face of the death of his beloved son.

Zhao Rong, who had been keeping calm all this time, stood up suddenly.

He gritted his teeth and trembled all over.

"Calm down! He's trying to provoke you on purpose, stay calm..." Gui hurriedly persuaded.

But Zhao Rong was like a flood dragon whose scales had been touched, and he couldn't listen anymore.

His cheeks bulged back and forth suddenly, panting, and his gums were squeezed out and blood came out.

"Dare you!!!"

The young scholar roared fiercely, as if he couldn't help but rush forward in the next second.

Qin Jianfu turned a deaf ear and continued to approach.

However this time.

"Cough-cough-!"

The old man suddenly turned pale, and a violent cough hit his throat.

He bowed like a shrimp, and slapped his chest fiercely, as if he wanted to cough up everything in his stomach.

The coughing old man picked up the copper tobacco rod with trembling hands, moved his mouth tremblingly, held the cigarette holder, and shrank his chest sharply, ready to take a strong puff.

And at this moment, behind the old Confucian scholar, the young Confucian scholar who had already lost his eyesight took a decisive step forward, and waved his big sleeve at the crooked figure of the old Confucian scholar.

"Wait, don't!" Gui suddenly persuaded.

However, it was too late.

Just when it blurted out its words.

A bright red maple leaf that didn't seem to belong to late autumn flew out from Zhao Rong's sleeve...

One leaf can tell autumn.

Autumn also knows red leaves.

Ye Zhenghong, autumn is still there.

In an instant.

The whole bamboo forest was in flames.

Countless red leaves are all over the branches.

It seemed that the entire bamboo forest was burned by flames, covering the courtyard where young Confucian scholars, disfigured old Confucian scholars and pretty girls lived.

In the originally quiet surrounding world, there are suddenly the sound of river water, the sound of wind blowing maple forest salsa, the sound of scholars reciting, the sound of fishermen singing in the evening, the sound of young children's shepherd's flute, and the sound of boat girl's pipa...

The sound kept going, the sound continued, the sound... turned into a chilling autumn mood.

In front of Zhao Qian'er, who was crying with eyes closed and unable to speak, a dark-faced old man in Confucian shirts appeared.

This Mr. Yan is meticulous in projecting his hair and crown, and he is also serious in speech and smile. He is wearing a red maple robe.

Block the pretty girl.

"Umm...Rong...Um...Brother..."

Looking at the back that blocked her vision, Zhao Qian'er's eyes were red, and she really wanted to speak at this moment, but her mouth was sealed and she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

She hated Brother Rong'er to death, and wanted to tell him to get the hell out of here.

Didn't you say that Uncle Bai is not here, and she is here to protect him?what is this?It's all bullshit machismo, Qian'er hates you to death!Don't give Er Niangzi any face, woo woo woo...

Hurry up and run, oh, oh, oh, silly brother Ronger...

At Zhao Qian'er's feet, a gust of autumn wind swirled with the red leaves, and took the weeping girl away in the autumn mood.

The maple leaf projection prepared by Mr. Jingyi of a certain academy for his beloved disciple quietly stood between the handsome young girl and the old Confucian scholar.

In less than a breath, Zhao Qian'er's figure disappeared.

When the young Confucian scholar saw this, his shoulders slumped slightly, and he let out a foul breath.

Gui knew what it meant to persuade him, and the two had a tacit understanding.

Qin Jianfu's "coughing and smoking" flaw was probably staged on purpose to seduce him to show off his tricks.

Let 'accident' no longer surprise.

but.