i have a sword fairy

There was a moment of silence between the two, as if they were digesting something.

After thinking about it, Gui shook his head as if he thought it was absurd, and added:

"The latter should be impossible. Emperor Li practiced the swordsmanship of the Nine Heavens Cold Palace, so how could he have such obsession with love..."

It paused, then suddenly asked: "Zhao Rong, who do you think she is?"

Zhao Rong was quiet for a while.

Unexpectedly said: "Qing Jun...or Qian'er."

Sword Spirit was startled.

Chapter 569 The life of the four of you...

"What do you mean?"

Inside the pavilion, Sword Spirit asked.

Zhao Rong gently twisted the flower stem of 'Little Red Flower' with two fingers, making it rotate slowly.

He stared down at the blood-red petals, and his tone was a little... uncertain:

"When I get along with her, I always feel... as if I am facing Qingjun or Qian'er... Qingjun or Qian'er when I was a child."

Gui was thoughtful, trying to understand: "You mean...the way you get along with your childhood sweetheart? Just now in the ruins, there seems to be some kind of atmosphere between you two..."

"'This unknown obsession' seems to really want to be your sister, starting from sending this little red flower, and then sending you so many good things... It's a bit like the kind of childhood sweethearts. Just like you are with Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er, you will be fed with soft rice..."

It raised its head and sighed, "Hey, you are indeed the Peach Blossom Sword Master."

Zhao Rong twitched the corners of his mouth, seeing that the sword spirit was far away from him, he didn't sneer back like he used to.

Can't get excited right now.

He lowered his head and carefully put away the little red flower.

Raising his hand, he rubbed the face that seemed to have been optimized and fine-tuned——Zhao Rong still has a flood of illusion lingering in his heart.

An obsessive woman who has wandered around the ancient ruins for many years and waited for many visitors;

A mythical journey experienced in the mysterious ruins of Wangque City;

There is also a strange new life and a new face experienced in the dragon coffin...

It all has a dreamy mythical feel to it, especially the transparent woman.

Is she... really alive?

Or is it just like a pre-set program, staying in the ruins, quietly waiting for the right person to come after thousands of years.

Is all this mythical journey he has experienced just an illusion?

Where is the meaning of "traveling with the flying fairy, holding the bright moon and dying forever", it is clear that from the beginning to the end, it is just him alone, and the woman is really just a mass of air, an obsession.

And this unknown woman's obsession with difficulty can really represent this woman?

After finally being relieved, can she bring the 'calmness' back to her real heart?

Or...she had died countless years ago?

Zhao Rong suddenly felt a little blocked in his heart, and he couldn't get out of his depression.

"Hey Zhao Rong, what's wrong with you? Are you in such a low mood?"

The sword spirit withdrew his gaze from his heart lake.

Zhao Rong suddenly raised his head, "Gui, I want to ask you something."

Gui: "Before asking others, Mr. Zhao, please bring a 'please'."

Zhao Rong ignored it to find fault, and said directly: "Do you think the hostess of this obsession is stronger than you before you fell?"

Jian Ling paused, and said calmly: "Why are you asking this?"

Zhao Rong shook his head, "Answer my question."

Guixiang thought about it, and after a while, he said vaguely, "Almost."

"How much is the difference? Who is worse?"

Gui curled his lips and said casually, "Probably four or six."

Zhao Rong nodded, probably understanding something.

Gui couldn't help explaining: "Six is ​​of course this seat. But, well, those existences born in the wild and wild tribes in the ancient mythology era are still very powerful, and many of them have gone to the starry sky... On this point, It is indeed difficult for future generations to compare."

The Sword Spirit sighed for no reason, "Order and unity may bring about peace and prosperity, but only chaos and disputes can give birth to a truly strong man."

Zhao Rong still nodded and didn't reply.

The arrogant and face-conscious Sword Spirit said four or six, but in fact there was no doubt that there were at least fifty or five.

In addition, it also superfluously emphasizes that the characters in the age of ancient mythology are more powerful than the existence of the same level in the peaceful age of later generations...

Seeing that Zhao Rong didn't speak, a certain sword spirit was inexplicably upset, and said impatiently, "Hey, why are you asking these questions?"

Zhao Rong glanced at the small bronze tripod on the table in the pavilion, and then turned his head to look at the huge light golden cauldron above the mountain not far away.

"So how long have you lived?" he asked.

Gui said coldly: "If you want to take care of it, I can always leave later than you anyway."

The sword master, the sword spirit, shares weal and woe. It is not wrong to say that it died a little later than Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong nodded, and suddenly said: "Even you can survive for so long, then... I believe she should still be there, maybe... living in another way of existence, just like your sword spirit state."

So there is always a chance to meet again.

Live? ? ?

Gui nodded and said sincerely, "Thank you, I was offended."

It's just that Zhao Rong didn't reply.

He, lost his mind again...

Zhao Rong stood in the pavilion for a long time.

It seems to have come back to God.

Turning his head, he glanced at the environment layout in the pavilion, silently remembering it in his heart.

He will come back again.

Zhao Rong touched the little red flower in his bosom, said something in his heart, and turned his head to leave.

"Hey, brat!"

A man's voice suddenly came from outside the pavilion behind him.

Zhao Rong looked back.

At the intersection not far away, there was a green man standing with his sword in his arms, laughing and looking at him.

"Well, you brat, it will be easy to find my uncle for a while! Why are you so... so sought after?"

Li Bai's tone was both joyful and sad, and it took him a long time to organize his words and come up with an adjective of 'sought after'.

The man strode into the pavilion and carefully looked up and down the new Zhao Rong.

Finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, looked at him, and said solemnly: "You are?"

Li Bai: "..."

He glanced at Zhao Rong, who was pretending to be dazed, touched his bearded chin, looked at it, and muttered: "Hey, this kid must have lost his memory, right? Then he owes me 820 spirit stones. And Dongcheng Drunken Sword Immortal's eighteen pots of signature immortal wine..."

Zhao Rong immediately sternly said, "Where is this going? Your Excellency must have admitted the wrong person. Your Excellency will take a closer look at this handsome face. If the person you are looking for is as handsome as this young master, you still have to pay for drinking?"

Li Bai held his sword in his arms, glanced at him, and pointed out: "No matter how handsome you become, isn't it still a brat? If you become handsome, you can play tricks, and you can't rely on Miss, Qian'er, and Uncle me for drinking?"

Zhao Rong blinked.

After some fun, the feeling of sadness before was relieved a lot.

He patted his sleeves and nodded solemnly, "Okay, then I will accept this good man."

As he said that, Zhao Rong took out the great wines stored in Hanjing from the sumeru and threw them to the smiling man.

Li Bai was overjoyed, and patted the brat's shoulder with his big hand, amused and helpless, and said: "What kind of a good guy is a bad sweater? Call Uncle!"

The two laughed, left the pavilion tacitly, and walked down the mountain.

Li Bai turned his head to look at him, and said with a restrained smile, "Boy Zhao, I know everything. After you sent Qian'er, she hurriedly notified the young lady and me, and then..."

He briefly explained to Zhao Rong what happened later that he didn't know.

Speaking of the latter part, the man paused, and said solemnly: "This time, Uncle Bai, I was careless. I shouldn't have let down my vigilance and left after the ceremony of enshrining Chan, so that the thieves can take advantage... You seriously apologize...

"In addition, what happened in the main hall of the imperial mausoleum, together with Miss and Qian'er, I have heard from Zhu Yourong who witnessed it, what you did..."

He paused, then nodded vigorously, "It's very powerful, not only survived from a desperate situation, but also killed in a thrilling way, killing Jindan with hissing and shaking."

On the way down the mountain, Zhao Rong smiled lightly and shook his head.

He raised his hand and rubbed his face again.

"Qingjun, and...Mr. Zhu, have you all rushed over..."

He put down his hand, and suddenly said: "How did Uncle Xiaobai find the pavilion just now?"

Li Bai glanced at Zhao Rong calmly.

Surprisingly, he found that the boy's calm and searching eyes could even give him a little sense of oppression.

I don't know if it's because he experienced a dangerous incident of escaping death this time, and got another adventure, and his whole body has a new look...

Li Bai muttered in his heart, but smiled on his face.

The man originally wanted to go to the teleportation circle in the main hall of the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum, and enter the ruins of Wangque City to find Zhao Rong, but because he lacked the blood of Li Nu who opened the mechanism, he came out for a while, and came to Jiyue Mountain to find a Li girl. The girl doll borrowed a few drops of blood.

However, when he came to Jiyue Mountain, Li Bai suddenly remembered that when he left the ruins of Wangque City after meeting with Li not long ago, what he walked was an ancient magic circle that could be teleported to Jiyue Mountain, so would Zhao Rong It is possible that after Luo Xiu and the others rescued him, they sent him out the same way.

So after collecting a few drops of Li Nu's blood, Li Bai followed his memory and returned to the 'Exit Pavilion', ready to take a look and leave a mark.

He never thought that he had just arrived when he ran into Zhao Rong who was in a daze in the pavilion.

It's almost impossible to find a place if you break through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get it.

So the man blinked, and silently put away the porcelain bottle containing Li Nu's blood...

Right now, on the mountain road, facing Zhao Rong's inquiry and gaze, Li Bai changed his words, but he didn't say what was wrong, but said that my uncle had a clever plan...

In addition, Li Bai also told Zhao Rong what he said to Concubine Zhao Ling and others in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum.

It probably means that the ancient Lidi faction that the Li women who rescued Zhao Rong in the Imperial Tomb belonged to has a little business relationship with their own Qinglianju. He followed Zhao Rong to Dali this time, in addition to protecting him In addition, they are still negotiating business with this 'local ancient force'...

explanations like this.

In the process of narrating, Li Bai actually kept observing Zhao Rong's expression quietly.

Because the man is not sure what exactly Zhao Rong experienced in the ruins of Wangque City, did Luo Xiu and Li Nu reveal to him some details and secrets of this 'local ancient force'.

Logically, it shouldn't be, because no matter how you look at it, Zhao Rong is just an outsider who got into it, and those Li girls under Li's subordinates wouldn't be so ignorant of the rules...

Zhao Rong listened carefully. He didn't show any fluctuations on his face during the whole process. He calmly asked a few words about what he didn't understand, which made Li Bai relax, and there was no doubt about him.

But how did the sword-holding man know that the calm Confucian scholar in white clothes who left the ruins in front of him had already fully realized the secret situation of Dali not long ago under the dome of the crescent moon.

He deduced clearly the details of this "local ancient force" that Li Bai talked about.

So the words of the man can be said to have many loopholes in Zhao Rong's ears.

But he kept quiet, nodded and listened, and did not reveal.

The many signs before have made the sensitive Zhao Rong aware of some special and weird things about the fourth wife of the Duke of Jingnan who is his son-in-law.

There are some special and unusual people around him, Qingjun, and Qian'er, protecting them from growing up...

It's just that Zhao Rong sees through these things now but doesn't say anything about them.

He still needs some more time to observe and confirm some things.

At this moment, after Li Bai finished explaining, Zhao Rong pretended to be digested and calmed down, nodded, "Let's go, Uncle Bai, let's go back to the underground palace of the Imperial Mausoleum, don't let Qing Jun, Xiao Qian'er, and... Mr. Zhu wait in a hurry. They probably don't know that you found me."