i have a sword fairy

Chapter 146 I am not a passer-by, I am a returnee

Under the secluded mountain.

The tranquility and emptiness of the past were restored.

Youshan is originally the first mountain in Duyou City, covered with flowers and flowers, it is a scene of Duyou.

The private house on the mountain is also one of the most noble and mysterious residences in the city.

If it wasn't for the fact that Xinranzong asked a certain wife to hold a Daoist ceremony here, it would be so lively today.

Now that the grand ceremony is over, the guests have dispersed, the bustle of the day has passed, and the farce not long ago has also ended, and it has become silent again.

The sun was setting.

Under the setting sun.

On the street in the distance, occasionally there were a few carriages parked, and the horses with the blood of alien beasts snorted boredly.

A girl with short hair was standing up from the carriage, frowning and looking around.

at this time.

A restaurant not far from the bustling place just under the remote mountain.

A man holding a sword with an unhappy expression walked out.

There are words in the mouth.

"What kind of dilapidated restaurant is this, Sword Immortal Residence? No wonder the wine is so expensive, and the tone is not small. If I knew it, I would change it."

The man holding the sword looked away from the plaque, and sighed slightly, "The extra money from Qian'er is gone, and I don't know when this little girl will come back... Sigh, I was so happy for nothing, but the broken lotus pond that got in the way Still not destroyed..."

Li Bai, who had a name that Zhao Rong found very interesting, tightened the sword in his arms, and glanced at the direction where Zhao Rong led his young lady away, feeling a sense of resentment as if an old father had been kidnapped by his daughter.

"Didn't you little bastard decide to leave and come back to harm Miss?"

"However, heh, he is quite responsible, like a man from the Zhao family."

Li Bai withdrew his gaze, looked up at the Wangque Terrace on Youshan Mountain, thought of something, shook his head lightly, held a sword that might have been handed back today, turned and left.

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Zhao Rong didn't know where to go.

Just keep walking in one direction.

but.

It was different from when he left sadly after witnessing Concubine Zhao Ling receive the sword not long ago.

because.

He took her away with him.

At this time, Zhao Rong held his head high, his feet were steady, and he was looking ahead. He didn't look back at Concubine Zhao Ling, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Faced with the passers-by he met on the road, facing their curiosity, envy, and even disdain, Zhao Rong smiled.

He carefully felt the soft and boneless hand.

Warmth passes through each other through palms.

Her hands don't seem to be as cold as before. They are warm, um, and wet with sweat. I don't know if it's hers or mine.

However, this feeling made Zhao Rong very at ease.

He could feel the real existence of the woman behind who followed suit.

Her temperature, her softness, her weight, and her fragrance...

This is not in a dream, he really found her.

"Gui, is her sword heart alright?"

"It's stabilized, you rushed there in time, and the Flying Sword of Fate was saved. Although the condition of Xinhu Lake must be worse than before, it's not too much of a problem. After all, you have already destroyed more than half of it. It's not that bad..."

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

At that time, he suddenly came to his senses and galloped back all the way. He heard the ear-splitting cicadas singing from a long distance away, and he felt bad.

When he arrived, he saw Qingjun surrounded by a strange silver-white sword energy surrounded by a circle of people. Gui said eagerly that her sword heart was in danger of being completely shattered, which might destroy the foundation of the sword, so he hurriedly Can't wait to rush over.

Fortunately, Qingjun was prevented from doing stupid things in time.

He was puzzled, why is it so dangerous to practice a sword, and why the heart of Lao Shizi's sword is broken at every turn...

The two walked hand in hand all the way.

There is no half-step stop.

I don't know how long it took.

They left the entire Wangque East City behind and came to a seaside.

Oncoming is the fishy sea breeze, the beach with the ebb and flow of the tide being beaten by the white waves.

look around.

As the sun sets, gold is melted in the setting sun, and it is about to sink into the vast North Sea.

The golden afterglow, like tens of thousands of years in the past, lingers on the fine sand, covering the entire long and narrow coastline.

It also stretched the figures of the two people very long.

There is no way ahead.

Zhao Rong's pace gradually slowed down.

Both of them stopped in the wind.

Zhao Rong turned his back to Qingjun, looking at the sunset on the sea level.

His eyes wandered, and he licked his lips.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong took a deep breath and looked back suddenly.

In an instant.

He met her complicated eyes.

Concubine Zhao Ling turned her head in a panic like a deer quietly eating grass.

But then he seemed to realize something and reacted instantly.

She turned her head abruptly, her head held high like a proud white swan.

Concubine Zhao Ling's full head of soft black hair was inserted dignifiedly by a simple wooden hairpin.

The neck is slender and round, dyed red by the brilliant golden sunset.

The two slender willow eyebrows, like the Daisy in the distant mountains, were tightly frowned towards the center of the brows.

A pair of bright long eyes like autumn water, the pupils are like lacquer spots, and they are being stared wide at this time.

She had a pretty face and looked at Zhao Rong angrily.

Why should I be afraid of you?Who are you to me?

The sentence "Why are you still looking for me" is about to blurt out.

But after seeing Zhao Rong's face clearly, Concubine Zhao Ling's pupils shrank slightly, and she swallowed the heavy words.

She still stared at the weather-beaten thin face with an unchanged expression of anger.

"Let go."

Zhao Rong blinked.

The big hand loosened slightly.

The little hand opened slightly, ready to retract.

but.

next second.

Zhao Rong's big hand got into her tender palm.

Instantly intertwined with her fingers.

The hands of the two are full of each other's touch.

Concubine Zhao Ling hastily pulled her hands away.

"You, let me go!"

but.

Her slender bare hands have been entangled by Zhao Rong all the time.

Concubine Zhao Ling gritted her silver teeth, and stretched out her other plain hand to clamp his hand.

At this moment.

Zhao Rong raised his free left hand suddenly, swung it forward, and hugged the slender waist of the lady who was very close to him.

Domineering pull.

In an instant.

Wenxiang nephrite crashed into her arms.

Seeing that Zhao Rong not only clasped her hand, but also hugged her even more.

Concubine Zhao Ling's almond eyes widened for a moment, and she looked at the shameless bastard in front of her in disbelief.

How did he become so bad?

She bit her red lip, twisted her shoulders, and struggled to break free from his embrace.

"Dengtuzi, let me go!"

"I won't let you go, and I won't let you go even if you die. You are my wife, and I am your husband. Be good, my wife is obedient..."

for a while.

The two were entangled close to each other on the fine and watery beach under the warm setting sun.

At this time, if someone passes by the beach and looks at it from a distance, they will smile knowingly, thinking that some young couple is arguing again...

Soon.

The bodies of the two on the beach calmed down, motionless, standing as quietly as the evening sun.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who is about to reach the Heaven Realm, still hasn't broken free from the embrace of Zhao Rong, who is in the Heaven Realm...

Zhao Rong gently hugged Concubine Zhao Ling, with one hand around her slender waist, and the other hand stroking her thin jade back.

He buried his head in her hair, and his face was pressed against her little red ears. It was soft and warm, making him want to take a bite, but he couldn't bear it.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath.

What enters the nostrils is the maiden's virgin body fragrance, which is quiet, fragrant and sweet.

He couldn't help hugging even tighter.

Don't want to lose her again.

Concubine Zhao Ling's head was also resting on his shoulders, but her hands were hanging down weakly, she did not hug him, she let him hug her without moving.

Zhao Rong's nose was tickled by Concubine Zhao Ling's messy black hair, and her pointed chin was a bit painful.

However, Zhao Rong didn't care about it, but squinted and looked at the sunset in the distance that was about to completely fall from the sky to the sea.

He gently shook Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body, turned his head and sniffed the fragrance of her hair carefully, and breathed out lightly beside her blushing and crystal clear ears:
"Mr. Qing, my husband is wrong."

"I'm just a bastard. After you left, I realized that you were good before..."

"That night in the bridal chamber, in fact... I really forgot the white jade tablet. I didn't forget it on purpose. If you are willing to listen, I will tell you in detail..."

Zhao Rong paused, but Concubine Zhao Ling, who had no expression on his shoulder, made no sound.

Zhao Rong smiled bitterly and said:
"Qingjun, I lost my memory at the time. This is really not an old-fashioned excuse. I found the white jade tablet in front of my mother's tomb, and it was buried by my former self... I only remembered the moment I saw the white jade tablet. I made a love appointment with you, but... At that time, I didn't remember everything, I just felt sorry, and thought of going north to pay you back, but then I experienced a lot on the road..."

Zhao Rong took a deep breath and continued to speak softly:

"After going through a lot, I finally integrated the previous memories, and I realized that you really existed beside me. It turned out that those memories were all experienced by me personally with you."

"I can't forget that there are people who embroider for me, people who knit clothes for me, people who are in a daze for me, people who wait for me, and people who cry for me."

"Maybe, I didn't like you in the past, and I even disliked you, but now I have a different feeling about the little things I was with you before, and it is different from before. Now I am sure... I like you."

Zhao Rong gently shook the quiet Qing Jun in his arms.

The setting sun on the sea sent the last ray of afterglow into his eyes, dyeing his bright eyes red.

His eyes were bright and full of brilliant golden color.

But his heart is not in this gorgeous beauty, but in the dream of having her.

Gui said, look directly at your heart.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes, his face was completely buried in her blue hair, and his lips touched a small red round earball.

Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body trembled.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was at the place closest to her ear, eager to let her hear his whole heart.

"So this time I'm here to return the jade, not a guest, but an angel."

"Qingjun."

He said softly:

"I, Zhao Rong and Zhao Ziyu, are extremely greedy.

Both your heart and your body.

I want to hold you by day,
to hold you in the evening,
to touch you in the dark,
To kiss you awake in the morning. "

Between her black hair, Zhao Rong tightly closed his eyes.

"Xiao Qingjun, give husband one more chance, can you accept it?"

(End of this chapter)