i have a sword fairy

Chapter 345 Unknown Sword, Unknown Fate
At this moment, Zhao Rong didn't speak any more, and most of his attention was on the strange sword in front of him.

He suddenly lifted his feet and walked to the middle of the street, riding the setting sun on the black mountain in the distance, not completely swallowed by the black outline of the black mountain.

Under the golden afterglow, Zhao Rong twisted his wrist, put the three-foot green front horizontally, and fixed it with his eyebrows.

The clear sword body was golden yellow quenched by the setting sun, reflecting the sword light, illuminating his handsome brows like a sword.

But at this time, the sword eyebrows gradually frowned.

The more Zhao Rong looked at it, the more confused he became.

He has been guessing faintly in his heart all this time, is it wrong?
Could it be that their branch of the Zhao Clan of Great Chu really has nothing to do with the main line of the Zhao Clan that was destroyed in the Kundu of West Fuyaozhou 17 years ago?

Those old people who may exist in Fuyao Xuandihou's Mansion, and Zhao Qingyi, the orphan of the Zhao family whose gender is unknown, are not by their side?

Isn't the latter one of him, Qing Jun and Xiao Qian'er?
Then Qingjun spent four years ascending to the sky, and when he cried to him in private, what happened to the sword that he couldn't draw out?

What she said at the time, the sword that overflows with stabbing silver-white sword light, is it the one in front of her?
Is it too barren?
Zhao Rong pursed his lips, and the silver sword light of the horizontal sword in his hand shone into his eyes.

But there was no vision, no tingling feeling... It's just that the eyes are staring for too long, and it's just a little sour.

Zhao Rong's face was calm, and his eyes did not blink.

But the heart lake is not peaceful.

The water in his heart lake was full of waves.

At this moment, I have a thousand thoughts.

No wonder Zhao Rong was so worried.

Ever since the memory was awakened on the wedding night, from the perspective of a bystander, every time I think of the past, I find too many coincidences and suspicions.

And a few months ago, the Tsing Yi of the Zhao family that Lin Wenruo mentioned happened to be the same age as them.

In addition, Zhao Rong revived the memory of his previous life as if he was reborn. Although he has accepted the reality of being a waste of talent, compared with Qing Jun, he is not at all like a man of destiny.

However, the inertia of thinking in his previous life still made him think of himself as the protagonist of a novel. After all, Zhao Rong has never forgotten the strange sword hidden in his soul, and the sword spirit is the return.

When he woke up his memory more than half a year ago, he had always regarded it as a golden finger in a storybook novel, a sharp weapon for pretending to slap his face.

result……

Good guy, except for an extra stinky sword spirit who loves to speak yin and yang and sleeps in, there is no use for Mao.

Every time people show their holiness in front of others, Zhao Rong has to exhaust himself to do it by himself...

But no matter what, this person's golden finger, which I have no other, still gave Zhao Rong inexplicable confidence and a good sense of self.

Ever since, when he heard that Fuyao's Elector had a bloodline that was wandering outside, Zhao Rong leaned over without blushing at all, well, the first thing that came to his mind was him and Qingjun Qian'er.

However, Zhao Rong also gradually realized that the identity of Zhao's Tsing Yi did not seem to be a good thing, on the contrary, it was extremely dangerous.

But at this moment, he wanted to get rid of it again, but he found it a little difficult, and the more Zhao Rong thought about it, the more he felt...it was indeed full of doubts.

Why did my mother insist on telling the truth and let him marry without any explanation, regardless of Zhao Rong's future as a Confucian scholar.

Now that I think about it carefully, could it be that there really is such a cruel mother in the world, even if it exists, he just happened to meet it by luck?

In the past, before awakening the memory of his previous life, Zhao Rong thought that his mother was eccentric and loved Qingjun so much that he let him marry him.

Later, after waking up the memory of his previous life, Zhao Rong felt that it was this mother who was as open-minded as he was, and didn't care much about her family status, and only wanted to let him and Qingjun, childhood sweethearts, achieve a positive result.

But now it seems that there is another deep meaning.

By the way, there is also Mr. Fang, the teacher.

In Dachu before, he seemed to persuade Zhao Rong to stay intentionally or unintentionally, not to run away from home, and took the initiative to find Qingjun to get back together.

On weekdays, this mentor is also quite concerned about the relationship between Zhao Rong and Qingjun.

Afterwards, Mr. Fang gave him the recommendation letter to enter Lin Lu Academy just right.

Moreover, in Zhao Rong's impression, Mr. Fang was originally the tutor of the Zhao Family School in the Duke's Mansion of Dachu.

He was also the first teacher of him and Qingjun Qian'er.

Later, because of this kind of incense, the Jingnan Duke's Mansion was put into operation. In addition, there was a shortage of Confucian students in Dachu at that time, and Mr. Fang successfully entered the new Imperial College of the Dachu State Teacher.

Afterwards, Qingjun and Qian'er chose to continue their practice instead of studying.

However, Zhao Rong entered the Grand Chu State Prison and continued to study Confucianism with him.

So... Is Mr. Fang also in it, knowing something?

In addition, Qingjun's father who has never returned, um, is Zhao Rong's nominal father-in-law, and his own father.

These two people have never appeared before.

All the signs are indeed very suspicious.

Is Zhao Tsing Yi, who bears a special fate and seems to have a blood feud that Zhao Rong finds extremely clichéd, among the three of them?

Is it him who is a waste of physique, or Qing Jun with superb cultivation talent, or is it the little Qian'er who hides behind the two of them.

Or to put it another way...it wasn't Zhao Rong and the others at all!

They are also smoke bombs to confuse the enemy. From the beginning to the end, they are the targets and blindfolds set up by the old people who helped the Elector's Mansion on the small Wangque Island, and they can be thrown out anytime and anywhere.

Or lure the enemy into the net, and catch them all.

Or let the enemy kill by mistake, thinking that Zhao Qingyi is dead.

This was also what worried Zhao Rong.

Because no matter which possibility it is, it seems very tricky.

It completely runs counter to his idea of ​​living a normal life with Qingjun, Xiaoxiao, Qian'er, and An Anxin.

Ever since holding hands with Xiao Xiao and Qing Jun, it seems that they have cared for their family. Zhao Rong no longer returned to the time when he just woke up from etiquette.

Now, he just thinks that when the right time is right, he will take Xiao Xiao to meet Qing Jun, try his best to make the two get along, and then form a stable family together.

Live in Duyou City, or go anywhere, as long as you have them by your side.

Zhao Rong is reading.

Qingjun and Qian'er practice swords.

Xiaoxiao reads books about wits and beauties and listens to strange stories from Liaozhai.

Occasionally at night, the four of them went up to the roof together, chatting and admiring the moon, and then Zhao Rong supervised them to be female celebrities, practice swordsmanship, and learn musical instruments...

The years are quiet and good, and the plainness is true.

It's just that these simple lives, right now... Zhao Rong couldn't help frowning.

If it's possible that the three of them are targets, then it's better to say something.

Maybe their three targets will never be used, and the enemy may not be able to find this layer at all.

But just in case, the enemy is not stupid, but very cunning and treacherous.

If they found these three targets, then this is a one-time thing.

They live or die.

Because these unknown enemies can only attack once, and they don't necessarily have to attack with all their strength, unless they are confused by the 'target' and are absolutely sure that it is Zhao Qingyi, so they attack with all their strength.

And the old people of the Fuyao Elector's Mansion behind it probably have countermeasures to deal with. It is impossible for the enemy to easily knock down the 'target' without any protection. It is 100% sure that the 'target' is not Zhao Qingyi up.

Therefore, next to the 'target', placing some dead soldiers for resistance is probably a thing that exists.

The more confused, the more tempting the enemy's target, the more so.

Just like at this moment, the sword-holding man in front of Zhao Rong, as well as Uncle Kun and others who are in Qinglianju, Duyou East City, are likely to be such existences.

If you guessed right.

The identities of these dead men are indeed sad, but Zhao Rong is not sympathetic right now.

Because either because of their special beliefs or because of their steadfast mission, they can sacrifice themselves to help the Zhao family.

However, Zhao Rong felt that he and Qingjun Qian'er did not have this belief and mission, and did not have the obligation to accompany them to bear this matter, at least not right now.

Even Zhao Rong was wary of the thought of 'sacrificing to help the Zhao family' that these people would instill in the three of them in the future.

Because he can't empathize, and hates the emptiness of fate at someone else's hands.

And at this moment, Zhao Rong insisted that a chess piece is a chess piece, no matter how vigorous and tender, it is still a manipulated chess piece.

So, a few days ago, when he heard the Mohist "Su Si Said" come out of Qingjun's mouth, he immediately became vigilant.

Thought infiltration is the scariest thing.

Generally speaking, although there may be dead soldiers around them, it is dangerous to be portrayed as Zhao Qingyi's target.

Because Zhao Rong felt that if he was a strategist among the old people in Fuyao's Elector's Mansion, he would be in such a situation of being hunted down to the ends of the earth, and the blood of Fuyao's Electorate was at stake.

Then even if it is for your own people, you will never show mercy.

Go straight to the most ruthless move, even cheating your own people:

Let the 'target' think that they are Zhao's Tsing Yi, the young master, and let the dead man think that what he is protecting is the real young master.

Then, after the enemy came to the door in "desperate desperation", everyone fought to the death, but the result still fell short, the "young master" died, or was half-dead and captured...

In this way, he deceived the enemy, thinking that the last bloodline of Fuyao's electorate had been wiped out, so he stopped and left.

Of course, if you can use this 'target' to design a net to wipe out the enemy, then there is no need to sacrifice so many of your own people and waste the above-mentioned twists and turns.

But even the Fuyao Elector's Mansion in its heyday was destroyed.

So for the remaining old people now, it is estimated that it will be difficult to do this.

So I can only use the most ruthless move.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath.

To sum up, as a pawn target, although it is dangerous, if you can survive it without the worst situation, then you will have a brighter future, unless your brain gets hot and you choose to go back to serve.

Because after using it once, there is almost no use value, which also means that it is completely safe.

However, if Zhao Rong and Qingjun Qian'er were not targets, or rather, only two of them were.

The real Tsing Yi of the Zhao family is hidden among the three of them, and the core old people of the Fuyao Emperor's Mansion secretly surround them. A bureau has been set up for more than ten years, and the three of them are protected the most. .

Then, Zhao Rong felt that this was the worst and worst situation.

As for why...

At this moment, Zhao Rong stood alone in the setting sun that was like blood, staring at the sword body in front of him, that strange and strange word, and remained silent.

Zhao Rong suddenly wanted to ask Li Bai.

Is he a master?

Did he and his wife Qian'er have already entered the game?

If you are already in the situation, what kind of situation is it?

However, in the end, Zhao Rong still didn't open his mouth, because right now is not the time to explore these things. After so many years have passed peacefully, what is the truth... and he is not in a hurry for this moment.

The sword in his hand, which was only engraved with one word and not too wild, made him slightly relieved.

He was more and more inclined towards the situation that he and Qingjun Qian'er might be Zhao Qingyi's substitute targets.

If so...

Zhao Rong couldn't help but sigh.

He remembered that he had said before that the Fuyao Emperor Elector was one of the most powerful among the nine Emperor Electors, and his collaterals also spread across the nine continents of the world, with huge influence.

It's just that right now, this is still a small Wangque Continent, and I don't know how the other eight continents, those old people who helped shake the Emperor's Mansion, arranged them and how much effort they spent.

How many children of the Zhao family died, and the collateral families were either fragmented, or all were slaughtered by "accidents".

Just like the Zhao family of the branch of Zhishui Kingdom that was destroyed by the monster dragon last time, a genius of the Wangquezhou Zhao family who was as famous as Qingjun fell, and I don't know if the Sikou Mansion has found the culprit...

This is an enemy who can fight against the top elector of the human race, or is it hiding in the dark...

At this moment, the setting sun faded from Zhao Rong's body, and the lights from the nearby shops hit his sharp side face.

Zhao Rong silently memorized the outline of the strange character on the sword, and then slowly put the sword back into the sheath with his right hand.

Seeing the scene ahead, Li Bai raised his right eyebrow slightly.

He folded his hands, turned his head and looked at the small bright moon with a faint silhouette on the eastern sky in the opposite direction behind him.

The man holding the sword without holding the sword turned his head, looked at the Confucian scholar who was no longer admiring the sword in the setting sun, and grinned.

At this moment.

"Good sword."

Zhao Rong suddenly nodded and sighed.

Without the sword, Li Bai folded his arms habitually, looking with interest at the shops on the street that gradually lit up.

Hearing the words at this moment, he couldn't help but glance at Zhao Rong, raised his hand and pinched his chin with some blue stubble, and analyzed:
"I didn't expect you to have a good eye, not only for women, but also for swords. This time I won't pull it."

Zhao Rong was looking down at the three-foot green blade in his hand, then raised his head, frowning and thought about it.

Seriously said: "Appreciate women's attention? Hmm... On the point of finding a wife, it's not me, Zhao Ziyu, I really haven't lost to anyone. The first time I saw Qing Jun, I knew she was my wife."

His tone was solemn, as if what he said meant something.

Li Bai gritted his teeth, "Is there still such a skill?"

Zhao Rong continued to babble casually: "If you are not talented, there are three great pleasures in this life. Reading at the window in the rainy night, looking at the sword with a lamp at night, and admiring the beauties alone under the moonlight."

Li Bai gave him a thumbs up.

Zhao Rong suddenly raised his head, "Uncle Bai, what is the name of this sword?"

Li Bai looked around, "It's written on the sword."

Zhao Rong frowned, "You know this word."

Li Bai said casually, "I don't know."

Zhao Rong was speechless, "Then how do you know this is the name of the sword?"

Li Bai looked sideways and gave him a contemptuous look.

"The name of the sword is written on the body of the sword. Isn't that how it is written in the stories of knights? Isn't this common sense? You don't even know, how did you come out to mess around? It's too ridiculous."

"However, I usually call it Sanchi, because there are a lot of swords of this style on the market, all of which are collectively called Sanchi Sword. Then call it Sanchi, a good name."

Three feet Qingfeng, three feet?This is too casual.

Zhao Rong smiled.

Li Bai suddenly asked curiously: "Is your kid really so good at appreciating women?"

Zhao Rong said clearly: "Is it because I can't bear the loneliness and want to find a wife? It turns out that the masters are also lonely."

Li Bai shook his head, "No, I'm just a little curious. Show Xiaoqian'er, who can accept this girl?"

Zhao Rong was quiet for a while, and immediately turned his face sternly, with a very serious tone, and affirmed:

"Little Qian'er is so lovely, of course she can find a very good husband who she also likes for 10 minutes. Do you need to ask? Uncle Bai, there is something wrong with your thinking."

Li Bai: "..."

After finishing some kind words, Zhao Rong saw that Li Bai was silent, and secretly said that it was true, and then he turned his head nonchalantly, and saw the little girl who had finished shopping at some distance behind her, squinting at them.

Want to trick me?no way!
Zhao Rong immediately threw Sanchi back and walked towards Zhao Qian'er...

　I've been busy with something these few days, and I'm in a bit of a state... Good night, brothers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)