i have a sword fairy

The half of the candle that was lightly twisted between the two fingers of his right hand now only had a small piece of cotton wick and a candle flame left, and the ground below had been sprinkled with paraffin powder since no one knows when.

The one-armed Confucian scholar turned a blind eye to these.

He tapped the scabbard rhythmically with his index finger, leaned back slightly, sat on the dragon coffin, and looked down at the disfigured old scholar.

"Speaking of which, as a father, you only cared about running away and left your son in it?"

The disfigured old Confucian scholar 'twisted' the shattered candle between his fingers, and the candle flame was beating silently, like a fiery snake sticking out its tongue and licking his fingertips.

Qin Jianfu stared ahead, turning a deaf ear to this, the orange light from the flames burning his fingertips covered his right face, as if wearing a dull yellow mask.

The old man looked at the young man calmly.

"What? Your Excellency finally knows that there will be a day when you can't protect him?"

Zhao Rong supported his drooping eyelids, tilted his head and asked with a chuckle.

After the words fell, he turned sideways and spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth on the ground.

Is this a mouthful of blood?Zhao Rong raised his hand holding the scabbard, and wiped the corner of his mouth hard no matter what.

He was laughing.

Half a step away from the line of the bloody hexagram, Qin Jianfu trembled, closed his eyes, and raised his head slightly.

"You...do you want to annoy the old man so..."

The old man whispered, taking a deep breath.

The one-armed scholar covered his stomach and laughed heartily, "Hahaha, come here quickly, old beast, you've been scared to the point of paranoia even for half a step, you still want Lao Tzu's life with this little promise?"

The disfigured old Confucian scholar raised his right foot, but under someone's encouraging and expectant eyes, his right foot slowly settled in the air.

His feet were hanging above the border line of the bloody hexagram.

It has been a long time since he fell into the six-pointed star.

The air in the hall was silent again.

Then, the one-armed Confucian scholar seemed to have seen the biggest joke of the day.

"Hahaha cough cough cough... ha ha ha..."

He started laughing wantonly, coughing violently even after laughing, and continued laughing after coughing, as if he couldn't stop laughing.

Zhao Rong's happy laughter echoed in the grand hall.

Qin Jianfu didn't look at him, but lowered his head quietly, staring at his right foot hanging in the air.

For no reason, the old man recalled the self-explosive golden pill that Aiko, who had just recovered, grabbed curiously from under the quilt in the ward of Wei Liang Jingqin's mansion.

It was the scheming of the laughing Confucian scholar in front of him.

Qin Jianfu's two fingers twirling the flame trembled, and the candle suddenly swayed violently.

In a certain heart lake, Gui breathed out again, staring at the stalemate outside the brow chakra.

Two Confucian scholars, one young and one old, are still engaged in a game.

At present, in its view, this game is dangerous and unequal.

Zhao Rong only has one chance, and he can't lose. Once he reveals even the slightest flaw, and the suspicious Qin Jianfu catches it, or makes him make up his mind to take a gamble, then this empty city plan will immediately become a deadly plan.

However, Qin Jianfu's doubts and hesitation were only temporary after all. This old guy was not a fool, and would always take other actions to test Zhao Rong.

So where is the reason for always singing empty city plans?As long as you don't scare away the other party for the first time, but are surrounded by the hesitant Chai Lang waiting for the opportunity to look at it, then sooner or later, it will reveal its secrets, and the courageous one will pounce on it, tearing the last layer of fragile veil.

In the face of the huge gap between the enemy and ourselves, all strategies are vain, and the initiative is in the hands of the opponent...

In Jianling's eyes, Zhao Rong's current situation is like this.

Seeing the old man with his head lowered and becoming more and more silent outside, and hearing the cheerful laughter from someone outside, it couldn't help turning its head and glanced at the latter's heart lake.

Laughing wantonly, his mind was still calm and deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Could it be that Zhao Rong is going to drag this until Zhao Qian'er and the others move in to rescue the soldiers?But... is it really okay to 'tick' the old guy so much?In fact, bluffing is enough, too much is too late, has he forgotten this truth?

Gui frowned and muttered, his heart hung up again, and he hesitated to persuade Zhao Rong.

But at this moment, someone seemed to deliberately confront the sword spirit.

Zhao Rong leaned forward, pointing at Qin Jianfu who bowed his head silently with the end of the scabbard, laughing:

"A man with a bright head, a gray-bearded old thief. As a Confucian, he pursued the food and clothing of the Wei Dynasty; as a minister, he condoned evil sons to harm the people! As a father, he was greedy and abandoned his sons when he was in trouble; he was living in the world, and he had no golden core to cultivate, and he was in vain studying the sages of Confucianism. ..."

The one-armed Confucian scholar looked majestic, straightened his back, looked directly at the disfigured senior from Siqi Academy in front of him, and pointed at the tip of his scabbard:

"You old thief, cowardly, lucky enough to survive, don't sneak up and shrink your head, how dare you come in front of me, complacent and show off your power? What does a bereaved old dog look like, barking and barking in front of me!"

"..."

The atmosphere in the hall fell silent for a while.

A thunderbolt scolded, pointing directly at the deepest scar in the old man's heart, and even tore off the scab again.

Qin Jianfu lowered his head, staring at the flickering candle flame between the two fingers of his right hand.

I couldn't see his face clearly, only some murmurs wafted through the hall.

"A man with a bright head...a beard...an old thief...a Confucian...a minister...a father...reading sage books in vain...a mourner...an old dog..."

The air was still.

Qin Jianfu withdrew his right foot that was about to step into the line, stopped half a step away, raised his head, and asked.

"Is there any more?"

The old man looked at the one-armed Confucian scholar.

Zhao Rong glanced at Qin Jianfu's retreating steps.

Laughed.

He raised the back of his hand and wiped his blood-stained face vigorously. He raised his chin, revealing a row of dazzling white teeth.

With a bright smile, he was about to speak.

An old man twisted the candle with two fingers, bowed his head, and blew lightly on the candle flame forward.

then.

The face of the one-armed Confucian scholar was 'lit'.

Chapter 535 Today's Autumn is Rusty, You Should Kill Someone (End)

"Ahhhh-!!!"

A suppressed and forbearable tragic roar suddenly resounded, resounding through the entire hall, and passed into the square tomb passage.

Even the atmosphere among a certain group of women in the distant apse that was blocked by the passage of the tomb froze.

At this moment, the scorching candle flame had left Qin Jianfu's two fingers, and spread across Zhao Rong's upper body, burning to his heart's content.

It was like a fiery snake sticking to his body, coiling around the one-armed Confucian scholar above his chest.

Neck, face, scalp, hair scarf...

Every hair is ashes, every piece of cloth is smoked.

Every inch of skin was scorched and wrinkled, every piece of flesh was carbonized.

They seem to be licked one by one by this 'Fire Snake'. The thousands of barbs on this tongue scrape off the scorched flesh mercilessly, and then roll them into the stomach, and continue after tasting the delicious food. lick.

In the flames, don't waste the slightest residue of the one-armed Confucian scholar...

The scabbard in Zhao Rong's hand had already fallen from the coffin, and his left hand firmly pressed the face that was being burned, crying in pain, and fell off the dragon coffin.

Even if he is a martial artist in the Fuyao realm with a body of a different kind of dragon, his body is far from being indestructible enough to be indestructible.

At this moment, Zhao Rong's body curled up desperately like a soft-footed shrimp, and fell sideways on the ground in pain, rolling desperately left and right, trying to extinguish the flames that devoured the flesh and blood on his body.

However to no avail.

The young Confucian scholar, who was engulfed by the fiercer flames, covered his face with his only left hand, his head was raised high for a while, and then buried firmly for a while.

Struggling desperately, excruciating pain.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

At this moment, he was like a large piece of raw meat, pressed firmly by the kitchen shovel on the charcoal-grilled iron plate, gradually being fried, and the smell of meat began to permeate.

He was also "lean" in a cloud of carbon black.

However, the price is that the upper body is completely burned, just like a disfigured old Confucian scholar, neither human nor ghost.

Qin Jianfu stood quietly half a step away from the bloody hexagram.

A gray halo was slowly emerging from the gray cigarette bag in his hand, covering his crooked body for protection.

Qin Jianfu didn't need to step into the bloody hexagram, he could control the candle flame to enter.

Even apart from this, Qin Jianfu has several other techniques that can "go in" and force Zhao Rong out.

Do you really think that if you hide inside, he will be helpless?

I didn't expect to be tempted out by him after only one use, huh.

The disfigured old Confucian scholar didn't look at Zhao Rong who was living on the ground in front of him.

He lowered his head and quietly stared at the small cotton wick left between his two fingers.

It has lost the candle flame, most of it is charred black, and only some intact white cotton threads remain.

But...but it can no longer be restored.

The old man who lost his son and lost his family whispered to the scorched cotton core: "For Confucianism...for minister...for father, I may be sorry for the Confucianism, the sages, the king and the people, but..."

"As a father, I must be worthy of you."

In the grand hall where someone was burning silently, the old man's back was bent and bleak.

He slowly raised his head and flicked the wick off his hand.

At the same time, he glanced at the gray cigarette pouch in his hand, and some dazzling light was coming out of the pouch.

Still trying to locate and save lives?Heh, the tricks and techniques are really good. If I were to face him, the old man would definitely have to run away, but now that we are so far away and have this powerful treasure... Hmph, I don't know why this little bastard has so many powerful monks protecting his way...

The old man sneered repeatedly in his heart, squeezed his other hand, and pointed towards the gray cigarette bag that contained a lot of things today.

Suddenly, there was a gray halo around the cigarette bag, and the mouth of the bag was tightly closed again.

Certain movements were suppressed immediately.

And at this moment, in front of the dragon coffin, apart from the screams of pain, there was also the crackling sound of meat roasting from time to time in the silently dancing and burning "candle flame".

Soon, there was a very strong smell of meat wafting in the hall where the air was difficult to circulate. The smell of cooked meat seemed to be mixed with some seasoning spices, making the smell of meat even more delicious.

Qin Jianfu closed his eyes, raised his head lightly, and took a deep breath.

At the same time, he was still listening carefully to those wonderful "sounds" by his ears.

This is the correct way to open revenge.

The taste is delicious and addictive.

Today, after tossing and tossing for so long, he finally enjoyed it.

at this time.

It may be that there is more autumn air leaking from the dragon coffin, or it may be that a certain old man who is vengeful does not want someone to die too soon.

It may also be that someone's body has been blackened and there is not much flesh and blood to offer the fragrance of meat.

The scorching flames on Zhao Rong's body swayed violently for a while, then gradually became smaller, and finally extinguished slowly.

He rolled on the ground, gritted his teeth and puffed his cheeks like a wild animal, holding back his voice.

Although the flames were extinguished, the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and made people gnash their teeth was still like a gangrene.

Zhao Rong's face was blurred, most of his teeth were burnt black, and the hand covering his face seemed to have stuck to his face, the flesh and blood melted and froze together.

Earlier, because of kicking in pain, he kicked the dragon coffin next to him a few times, causing half of his body to go beyond the bloody hexagram, and the scabbard was also squeezed out of the hexagram.

Even because of this, the blood line of the six-pointed star was blurred a bit.

All of these all declare that the strange pattern on the ground in the center of the hall is superficial and useless.