i have a sword fairy

Chapter 145
When the first sound of "Qing Jun" sounded.

Everyone didn't know who this young Confucian scholar who had just galloped over a few breaths ago was calling for.

But when he approached eagerly, he was bounced away by the silver-white sword energy, and he let out an inexplicable soft cry.

A miracle happened.

When the young Confucian scholar rushed away again.

The silver-white sword energy, which even Jindan swordsman could not advance an inch, trembled with its master.

backed off.

Don't dare to touch him again.

Just like a young deer encounters a tiger descending the mountain, an antelope sees a hungry wolf slowly circling.

But it didn't take long for everyone to be surprised.

the next moment.

The young Confucian scholar had already stepped forward and grabbed Concubine Zhao Ling's left hand.

Yes.

That's right.

The one he picked up...was Concubine Zhao Ling!

He... what did he do?
Jiang Chebai's undulating chest suddenly shrank, and he let out a "ho...ho...ho" inhalation sound, and his protruding eyeballs were bloodshot.

Ning Ying's pretty eyes widened, her mouth slightly opened.

The whole group of Taiqing Mansion were also dumbfounded, and some even rubbed their eyes.

Many other monks who were originally watching the excitement also watched intently.

At this moment.

The long river of time seems to be temporarily stagnant in this place under the remote mountain.

Almost everyone on the field froze in place.

Time seems to pass very slowly,

Even the expression stayed in the last second, not to mention the change of mood.

And one of the only things still moving.

It is their slowly turning heads.

His eyes followed the two figures holding hands on the field.

One in Tsing Yi and one in white.

are connected together.

Everyone's eyes turned back and forth on Zhao Rong's calm face with pursed lips, Concubine Zhao Ling's drooping head with no expression on her face, and the hands they held together.

Zhao Rong led Concubine Zhao Ling, ignoring everyone, striding forward without looking sideways.

To leave with his wife.

Concubine Zhao Ling stared blankly at that domineering big hand with her head down after he grabbed her hand directly from behind.

Except for a slight struggle at first, and after being pinched by him, she didn't have any resistance, and followed him step by step.

Zhao Rong is in front and Concubine Zhao Ling is behind.

The two are like two fish swimming through a stagnant river.

The water moved.

The crowd in front parted like a rock.

but.

But there were still people standing there, motionless.

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped his chin, and said in a serious tone:
"go away"

Jiang Chebai was staring blankly at the jingling black and white jade plaque on Zhao Rong's waist.

Heard the words at this moment.

He looked up sharply, glaring.

But it met Zhao Rong's calm eyes.

Jiang Chebai's cheeks were tense, his nose fluttered, and his eyes stared straight at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong didn't blink his eyes, his face was expressionless.

The eyes of the two collided in the air.

Silently stalemate in place.

Concubine Zhao Ling did not intervene in the stalemate between the two men.

She stood obediently behind Zhao Rong, still looking down at the hand holding Zhao Rong, with a dazed expression on her pretty face, not knowing what she was thinking.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Jiang Chebai clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and stared into Zhao Rong's eyes.

In those eyes, from just now to now, there is still the calmness of Gujing...

Time seems to go on like this forever.

The two seemed to stand here forever, turning into a stone statue.

but.

a moment

Under the gaze of Zhao Rong's calm eyes.

Jiang Chebai's angry, bloodshot eyes turned slightly.

Zhao Rong moved immediately.

Leading Concubine Zhao Ling to go straight forward.

The pace is extremely fast.

next second.

The two seemed about to collide.

Jiang Chebai's heart trembled.

The body still opened sideways subconsciously.

Zhao Rong led Concubine Zhao Ling past Jiang Chebai without stopping.

Ignoring Jiang Chebai's eyes that glared again after he came to his senses.

The road ahead has already been cleared by everyone.

Ning Ying, who came with Concubine Zhao Ling, and everyone in the Taiqing Mansion had already stepped aside at some point.

Zhao Rong led Concubine Zhao Ling past them without stopping.

All eyes are different.

Ning Yingyu picked up a strand of hair in front of her shaved shoulders, and gently twisted it. Her beautiful eyes casually glanced at Jiang Chebai, who was blushing, then turned her gaze, and carefully looked at the people who passed by her. Zhao Rong.

Ning Ying lowered her head slightly, bit her lips lightly, and caressed the lock of black hair with her slender hands. Her beautiful eyes turned up slightly, and she looked at Zhao Rong's side face without blinking, and her eyes gradually brightened.

Senior Sister Yu'er beside her was watching Zhao Rong's back with complicated eyes.

She still had an impression of this man who was following them in an "obscene" manner not long ago, with "infatuated" eyes, and couldn't help recalling the scene at that time again...

He turned out to be Zhao Lingfei's childhood sweetheart Confucian husband?

Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling walked very fast.

It was gone before long.

But everyone still silently watched their backs.

until they disappeared around the corner.

They all looked back.

just.

For a while, there was still silence on the field.

The monks who originally only wanted to watch a scene looked at each other and made eye contact.

Not long after, everyone looked at Jiang Chebai at the same time, with strange expressions.

Jiang Chebai's originally normal but fair face was now as red as a pig's liver.

His temples were disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, his teeth rattled as if in a fight, his red face was covered with sweat, and his fists turned white.

Jiang Che's white eyes were still staring at the direction where Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao left. He didn't know what he was thinking. At this moment, he seemed to feel the gazes of the crowd, either playful or pity, as if they were watching a joke.

He raised his head and took a deep breath, rolling his Adam's apple.

Jiang Chebai turned around suddenly, facing the chilling cicada that was savagely thrown by a certain woman, and walked slowly over.

In the eyes of everyone, his back is shaky.

tear-

When Jiang Chebai walked there and bent down to pick up Han Chan, he didn't know what he was going to do, so he reached out and grabbed and pulled the little golden sword on his right sleeve that symbolized the identity of the law enforcement monk in the Tianya Jiange Sikou Mansion. The embroidery was torn off.

In an instant.

The chilling cicada in Jiang Chebai's hand shook again.

The voice seemed even more mournful than when it was in Zhao Lingfei's hands not long ago.

The monks looked curiously.

It's just that someone frowned slightly, as if realizing something...

Jiang Chebai's face was ashen, his eyes were dull, his right hand stood upright, and his left hand was turned upside down to hold the white cloth sword hilt.

He and Han Chan faced the direction Zhao Rong was leaving.

Ning Ying raised her chin slightly to watch, and waited intently.

And many monks felt bad, they took a few steps forward, opened their mouths slightly, but stopped their movements.

At the moment of deciding to draw the sword.

Jiang Chebai suddenly calmed down completely, and Jianxin stopped breaking.

He smiled miserably.

next second.

Using force with his wrist, he pulled the sword upwards...

just.

The sword was not drawn.

Because Jiang Chebai put a palm on the shoulder of the left hand that drew the sword.

Jiang Chebai's face twisted and he roared.

Use your left hand again.

But still can't pull out the chilling cicada that wants to drink blood to stop its singing.

The large hand on his shoulder remained motionless.

Jiang Chebai turned his head slowly.

Behind him was a man in sackcloth with a grimace tattooed on his face.

Looking at him expressionlessly.

Jiang Chebai's face was full of tears and his voice was hoarse.

"Brother Zhao, let me draw my sword, or I will die."

Zhao Qianqiu spoke softly.

"No, if you pull it out, the sword heart will be broken. If you don't pull it out, the sword heart will never be broken."

Jiang Che was stunned.

Zhao Qianqiu turned around, didn't look at him again, but looked around.

All the monks made eye contact with him and saluted one after another.

"Master Xiao Sikou."

Zhao Qianqiu didn't speak, and stood upright with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, everyone cupped their fists and bid farewell.

Zhao Qianqiu tilted his head suddenly, staring at Ning Ying.

Ning Ying looked up at him, smiled softly, tilted her head and waved her hands, then turned around pretty and left with a group of Taiqing students.

Zhao Qianqiu frowned slightly.

Not long after, all the spectators on the field were gone.

Zhao Qianqiu looked back.

He glanced at Jiang Chebai who looked down at Han Chan, who was still speechless.

Snapped--

His body was thrown out violently, he flew tens of meters in the air, and rolled continuously after falling to the ground.

Zhao Qianqiu withdrew his hand and said calmly, "This is called by my uncle, and my uncle also said, go to Prison Whale Island and think about it for a year."

Zhao Qianqiu turned his back to prepare to leave, walked a few steps, and stopped suddenly.

"Oh, I will deliver the letter to that gentleman in the future."

(End of this chapter)