i have a sword fairy

Chapter 102 Are you trying to steal someone?
Zhao Rong went back to his room.

After a bath.

He put the bookcase on the table and took out the items one by one.

Zhao Rong propped his chin with both hands and stared for a moment.

Suddenly, he reached out from his neck and took out the black pendant left to him by brother Sanbian.

Hold it in the palm of your hand.

Practice with unknown sword formulas.

Three days ago, I witnessed Liu Sanbian's last punch before his death.

The sword piercing stove seemed to come from the air, and with a light touch on Zhao Rong, it ignited the Qi and blood in the meridians of the ancient well in his body.

Finally, in the chaotic qi mechanism, he found the innate vitality.

In fact, Zhao Rong knew in his heart that the reason for this rare opportunity was because of the shock of the scene before Liu Sanbian's death.

It has been more than half a year since "waking up" in this world.

Zhao Rong still occasionally feels a sense of desolation.

Especially in the dead of night.

Just at a certain moment, it feels like he is separated from the world and becomes a spectator.

Because of this, he has a sense of indifference to many things in this world.

He felt that the death of someone he didn't know was just an insignificant matter to him, just like that moonlit and windy night in Taibai Mountain.

However, this "sense of desolation" has become less and less, because partners and friends have gradually appeared around him, and he has begun to have things and people he cares about.

Such as Qing Jun, such as Qian'er, such as Liu Sanbian, Lin Wenruo, and... that stupid girl just now.

Zhao Rong is like a kite, they are all pulling his strings, connecting his empty heart with the thick and solid earth.

And now, one thread is broken.

This time, he was no longer a passerby watching coldly.

After a few days of combing.

Zhao Rong has steadily stepped into the Qingxu stage of Ascending Heaven Realm.

This state is almost easy for some people, even born with it.

But for Zhao Rong, it was a big hurdle.

Zhao Rong quietly looked at his fist clenched into the pendant.

Feel the innate vitality in the body that follows the opened meridian and travels through the limbs and bones.

This breath is thin and weak.

But it is the foundation of the Dao, and its wonderful uses are endless.

No matter how powerful the monk, no matter how terrifying the martial artist, they all started to step into the road of practice from this breath.

It is the innate air.

Different people have different strengths at the beginning.

At present, if you want to improve it, you can only rely on strengthening your body.

But its strength actually has little effect on the first two realms, because the first two realms only rely on it to open up the meridians and acupoints.

It just serves as a transition.

After breaking through the bottleneck of the Fuyao Realm and attracting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body, it will no longer be needed.

Therefore, except for those who follow the martial arts path, other monks generally don't pay much attention to it, as long as it is enough.

Zhao Rong is currently using this hard-won innate vitality to sacrifice the Xumi objects in his hands.

After about a stick of incense time.

Zhao Rong felt that the thing in his hand seemed to be making an invisible wave.

"Ding!"

The sound is slight.

He let out a breath and wiped the sweat from his brow.

Immediately, Zhao Rong closed his eyes and probed into it.

Inside is a space ten feet square.

There are not many things, and it can even be said to be empty.

There are only two places where things are stacked

One is in the corner, where there is a pile of medicinal materials packed in brocade boxes.

This Zhao Rong knew that it was Liu Sanbian's medicinal bath herbs prepared for him on weekdays.

The other is the center of the space.

There are two pieces of poetry paper and a package.

Zhao Rong retracted his consciousness and opened his eyes.

The former is the poem containing "Qingshan" that he sent to Liu Sanbian, and the latter should be what he wants to send to the child named "Qingshan".

Zhao Rong collected all the valuables on the table into Xumiwu.

Only a small smoker and a black embroidered bag were left alone.

It was one of Lin Wenruo's farewell gifts, a top-level aid for the Qingxu and Zhenyi stages of ascending to heaven.

Chess Nan Agarwood.

Following his memory, he methodically turned on the stove and ignited the fire.

Soon.

The fragrance of boiling blood wafted through the room.

Zhao Rong practiced with his eyes closed.

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The next day.

early morning.

Zhao Rong changed into casual clothes and went out, and met Su Xiaoxiao who also pushed the door out.

The two looked at each other.

Zhao Rong was still a little embarrassed when he thought about what happened last night.

"Zhao Rong, good morning."

As usual, Su Xiaoxiao greeted her with a slight smile on her face.

Like nothing.

She glanced at Zhao Rongxing's head, tilted her head, and smiled:
"Well, just right, you are going out, remember to bring me breakfast, the same as yesterday."

After finishing speaking, he turned and went back to the room.

Go back to sleep.

She usually doesn't ask Zhao Rong what he is going to do, or even when to leave, why he continues to stay, these things, she doesn't ask.

Because she knew that Zhao Rong had his arrangements, she just had to listen to him... except for certain times.

on the corridor.

Zhao Rong touched his nose, stood there and thought for a while, then shrugged slightly, went downstairs, and started today's journey.

First, I brought a copy for that slob and went back early.

During the period, when he knocked on the door and asked her to come out to get it by herself, the little girl lazily told him to open the door and go in.

But who is Zhao Rong, he will never fall into a pit twice... unless he can't help it.

He was suddenly alert outside the door.

So, righteously rejected this request that seemed reasonable but might have hidden "murderous intentions", put the breakfast at Su Xiaoxiao's door, and left.

Morning is when everything comes alive, so be careful...

after that.

Zhao Rong wandered casually in Liangjing City in the morning.

Streets and alleys, restaurants and teahouses.

As long as there are many people and noisy places, he will go to see them.

In the next few days, Zhao Rong was like this.

Wandering around the streets of Liangjing during the day, cultivating urgently at night, buying a portion of breakfast on time in the morning and giving it to Immortal Su Hu, but just not going in, leaving it outside the door and leaving...

Day by day, Zhao Rong seems to want to stay in Liangjing
this day.

evening.

Zhao Rong left a busy teahouse.

Following the afterglow, return to the inn.

During the period, I passed by Liangjing North Gate again from a distance.

Although it was getting dark at this time, the shops and hawkers on the street were closing their stalls, but the number of pedestrians on the road increased instead of decreasing, and it became lively.

The gloomy afterglow of the setting sun slanted through the uneven houses and spread fragmentarily on the pedestrians on the street.

Zhao Rong copied his hands and followed the crowd.

a moment.

Looking away somewhere.

there.

A pitch-black figure suspended by a rope swayed slightly in the air.

In the dimness, only the loose hair of the black shadow, and the hanging limbs and head can be seen clearly.

Behind the black shadow is a black city tower and a half-round rose-colored sunset.

"Hey, why aren't you leaving?" Gui asked curiously.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes, and his eyes stayed on the black shadow.

There was no immediate answer.

It was getting darker, and it was so dim that he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Zhao Rong spoke sincerely:

"The people in Liangjing are simple and honest, and the people are hospitable. Besides, there are some interesting people. It makes me reluctant to leave."

Gui Wenyan paused for a while, and looked outside through his brow chakra.

Sword Spirit thought for a while, and said seriously:
"Aren't you trying to steal someone?"

(End of this chapter)