i have a sword fairy

Zhao Rong asked him at the time how long it would take him to form a golden elixir. He remembered that he shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying that if there were no accidents, it would be no less than half a Jiazi.

As far as Zhao Rong knew, this friend was already the most talented disciple of the Lanxi Lin clan for a hundred years.

Therefore, his wry smile at that time must have also thought of those more enchanting geniuses he had seen.

For example, those students in the four prefectures of Taiqing who had produced golden core before the age of 28.

Zhao Rong had a lot of thoughts, and for some reason, he thought of her and Qian'er again.

Two people, one is 16-year-old Haoran, the other is 17-year-old Haoran, and they are both the embryos of the sword fairy that Guikou said.

Zhao Rong sighed. The three of them all grew up together, and they all belonged to the blood of the Zhao family, which is famous for its rich swordsmanship. Why is he the only one who is a waste?

When I was a child, I promised everyone to wave and salt fish together, but in the end, only I was really salty.

Zhao Rong shook his head, went to the river, washed his face, and returned to the fire.

Liu Sanbian and Su Xiaoxiao were both there.

The former is looking at the orange fire again in a daze.

The latter was leaning close to the fire, holding needles and threads in his hands, narrowed his long and narrow fox eyes, and focused on embroidering and threading the needles.

But when Zhao Rong approached, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly turned around without saying a word and turned her back to Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong touched his nose, knowing that the little girl was angry again.

Today, they passed by an Xianjia market. For the sake of safety, Zhao Rong asked her to stay at the foot of the mountain. He and Brother Sanbian went up the mountain to replenish some necessities.

But the little girl is probably suffocated, and she wants to go up together. The tricks to coax her in the past are useless.

As a result, of course, she was not allowed to go, and then she has been sulking until now.

Zhao Rong sat down by the fire, glanced at the little fox demon's shoulders, and after thinking about it, he decided to coax this good friend who was nearly [-] years older than him.

"Su Xiaoxiao, look, you have a firefly on your ponytail. It dares to challenge the dignity of your firefly master. Quickly catch it and let it taste the fear and trembling in your palm!"

The little fox did not move.

"Su Xiaoxiao, I just watched the astronomical phenomena at night, suddenly enlightened, and remembered the story of a fox fairy scholar, my dear, this story is not simple, it is called a lingering love-hate, soul-stirring, vigorous and beautiful love, you hurry up Get ready for tears, I'm about to speak, by the way, you turn around first and listen closer."

The little fox demon moved forward, further away from Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong: "..."

The young scholar took a deep breath and used his trump card.

He said in surprise: "Su Huxian, look, behind you is a handsome, handsome, tall and mighty scholar! Is he the man you're looking for?"

As soon as the words fell, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly turned around and looked back.

Alas, it seems that I still have to rely on this son's peerless appearance.

Zhao Rong was overjoyed, thinking that his words worked.

He immediately regretted: "Hey, it's a pity, this stunning scholar is your best friend... Me! It's okay, I'll find another one for you later..."

Su Xiaoxiao suddenly interrupted expressionlessly: "Zhao Rong, don't try to control me!"

Zhao Rong was stunned, where is this?

Su Xiaoxiao stared at Zhao Rong and said seriously: "Grandma said that those who restrict you from doing things try to control you, so that you can't do this or that, you can only listen to him and say it's for your own good. Men are the most hateful."

The little girl's avatar is like reciting a textbook, and she said a "grandmother's sayings" that Zhao Rong had never heard before.

After Zhao Rong was stunned for a while, he suddenly became angry. He said angrily: "Oh, then your grandmother also taught you to take yourself as a bet and be someone else's furnace?"

The more Zhao Rong thought about it, the angrier he became.

Xiaohu Yao and Zhao Rong's bright eyes looked at each other, and suddenly turned their eyes away, a little guilty, and argued in a low voice: "No, no, grandma asked me to find someone else to make a furnace..."

"Ok?"

Zhao Rong straightened his waist, surprised.

Liu Sanbian, who was in a daze, could not help but cast his gaze over, spinning back and forth on the pair of "good friends of the opposite sex" who were with him.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes.

Little girl, that's not what you told me at the time, didn't you say you didn't know what a cauldron was?

You know, then you still...

Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly lowered her head, buried her small head in her knees, and shrank her petite body together, as if she could distance herself from the outside world.

"Crackling-"

The fire was quiet for a while, only the sound of burning wood branches.

At this moment, feeling two eyes that she found very oppressive, Su Xiaoxiao could not wait to dig a hole to get in and never come out again.

She does know what a furnace cauldron is, or as long as it is a fox clan, there is nothing that she does not know.

When she was married to the big demon by the Yousu clan, it was equivalent to being a furnace, so she could not avoid it and escaped down the mountain.

It's just that on the day of the debate between Confucianism and Taoism, she looked at Zhao Rong's back as he waved his hand away, and she didn't know why.

After thinking about it later, she only thought that she did this for her good friends, and she still praised herself for being loyal.

But now, under the eyes of the two in front of her, she recalled the matter again, and suddenly, she felt a little flustered.

I do not know how long it has been.

At a certain moment, the little fox demon in Qiantangshan suddenly raised her head, her face puffed up, her eyes widened, and she stared at the young scholar and said:

"Zhao Rong, you can be my furnace."

Chapter 88 Heart-to-heart talk

Zhao Rong was a little caught off guard.

He stared at the pair of clear black and white eyes in front of him, which was reflecting his motionless calm face and the violently beating firelight beside him.

Her long and narrow fox eyes, naturally charming, are now wide open, but they are less flirtatious and more charming.

Not to mention the beautiful face that gave birth to those eyes...

Why is there such a beautiful arc?

Zhao Rong averted his eyes slightly, he didn't dare to look any longer, and he didn't dare to look into her eyes again.

But her eyes were still on his face, and he could feel it.

The crackling sound of the fire became louder, as if to release more heat, scorching the two who were silently "stalemate" on the side.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, feeling that a long time had passed, but the woman's question just now echoed clearly in his ears and could not be lingered.

Zhao Rong tasted it carefully, and her voice seemed to take away a trace of jokes.

It should be... not what I thought it was.

He thought silently, and his mind turned sharply.

In fact, he had already vaguely felt this kind of sign, especially that night in Lanxi Manor, under the moonlight in front of the window, she said that she did not want to be his sister.

It's just that after the two agreed to be good friends, he didn't think about it any more. After all, he was afraid that he was just being affectionate.

But what happened at this time?Is she serious, is it just a joke, or is it just a little girl's nonsense.

Furnace?

Did she mean what I meant?

In other words, she's a stupid girl who doesn't know what temptation is, she looked stupid before.

Zhao Rong secretly complained in his heart, not knowing how to answer, for fear of misunderstanding, it would be too embarrassing and shameful.

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes were all about him at this time.

She took a serious look at the face that she only found extremely annoying when she first met, especially the pair of "wretched" eyes that peeked at her through the gaps in the bookshelf at the beginning, and she is looking at it very carefully now.

She was waiting quietly, but at a certain moment, when she saw the eyes flickering, its owner's lips slightly opened, and he was about to speak.

She suddenly felt a beat in her heart.

The little fox demon suddenly said, "Hey, Zhao Rong, I just tested you to see if you are loyal enough, but after thinking about it for so long, Xiaoxiao is too disappointed."

After speaking, she saw Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief, and her eyes were cast, she hurriedly turned her eyes away and stared at the flame that made her breathless.

Her chest heaved.

Then, as the little fox demon with the Su clan flower in Qiantang Mountain, he raised his head proudly and said:

"Of course the small stove is to make Xiaoxiao look pleasing to the eye. Well, only one-tenth of the small one should be good-looking. Hmph, Zhao Rong, you are still far behind, a hundred of you are not enough, right? , a thousand."

Su Xiaoxiao squinted Zhao Rong.

In the past, the young scholar who never wanted to be inferior in appearance hurriedly nodded, "What Su Huxian said is very true."

Su Xiaoxiao, a senior member of the Appearance Association, snorted twice, her pointed chin like a tender white bamboo shoot slightly raised, and the corners of her mouth held a beautiful smile, revealing Wang Zhi's contempt.

Zhao Rong coughed, seeing that Liu Sanbian had left the fire at some point and walked far ahead, he raised his head and asked, "Brother Sanbian, where are you going?"

"Pick up firewood."

"Let's go, I'll go too."

Zhao Rong got up to catch up, and the two walked towards the dark forest in the distance.

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at their backs with a smile on her lips.

When they were out of sight, Su Xiaoxiao reached out and rubbed her face, tilted her head slightly, stared at the fire, quietly distracted, and whispered softly in her mouth.

"Small so pretty..."

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Rong and Liu Sanbian came back with enough firewood to burn all night.

Zhao Rong glanced at Su Xiaoxiao and found that she was holding the fingertips of a jade finger in her left hand in her mouth, smacking it one by one, and holding an embroidery needle in her right hand.

"Stop embroidering, the light is so dim."

"Oh."

Su Xiaoxiao responded softly, put the embroidery aside, hugged her knees, her pink lips still licked the stabbed fingertips, and she quietly watched the beating flames.

The three sat by the fire, silent for a while,

Seeing this, Zhao Rong pursed his lips, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Why don't we chat for a while."

The other two cast their gazes.

Zhao Rong coughed lightly, "You can say whatever you want, um, I'll come first."

"I was born in Qianjing of the Great Chu Dynasty and grew up in the Duke's Mansion of Jingnan, but I heard from my mother that my hometown is in Nanxiaoyaozhou.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and slowly recalled the memories of this life.

After the memories of the two worlds were merged, they were like one, as if they had all experienced it personally. Well, he had indeed experienced all of them personally, it was just "separation".

Zhao Rong picked out some memories that he suddenly wanted to talk about, and explained them in a succinct manner.

"...At that time, I was crying and clattering, squatting on the ground, clutching the hand that Mr. Fang used a pointer to make red ", as long as a word is wrong, it will be added ten times. At that time, I also complained about Mr. Fang's strictness, but it was only when I grew up that I realized it, um."

The young scholar paused with a smile on his lips, and turned his head to look at the south, which was the direction he had come from.

The night is getting dark, and the moonlight flows quietly.

Su Xiaoxiao put her head on her hands and listened carefully to his story, sometimes feeling sad for him, sometimes laughing with him.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Rong stopped and was silent for a while. He smiled at Su Xiaoxiao and said:

"What about you, I remember asking your name for the first time. You said your name is Su Dahuang. Is this your friend?"

The little fox demon hurriedly shook his head, "No, Rhubarb is a local dog. It's fierce. Every time I go down the mountain to the village, it runs out to chase me. Once, Xiaoxiao was almost bitten by it's tail."

Thinking of this, Su Xiaoxiao still had lingering fears, she pouted, "So I can only find a way to sneak into Xiahe Village while it is not paying attention."

"However, after I changed shape and often brought food to it, it stopped biting me..."

The little fox demon smiled and narrowed his eyes, his tone a little smug.

So you think the name "Su Dahuang" is very intimidating?

Zhao Rong held back his smile and nodded, "Well, and later it helped you steal chickens, right?"

Su Xiaoxiao's pretty face turned fierce, "Xiaoxiao doesn't steal chickens! Xiaoxiao went to a private school to listen to the old master's literacy class."