i have a sword fairy

Chapter 408 Concubine Zhao Ling: I'm going to make a quilt for my husband

"Master Zhao, I came here this time just to ask for one thing."

Um, how many more do you want?The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched, "Well, what's the matter, please tell me."

Zhou Dufu looked at Zhao Rong, "About this Zen ceremony."

Zhao Rong was a little surprised, because he didn't expect him to go straight to the point and speak so bluntly. It's broad daylight, everyone is here, and it's only a hundred miles away from Hanjing.Everyone is also slightly stunned.

In this environment, shouldn't this matter be implied after the gift is given.

Well, this is also the effect that Zhao Rong wanted... If the gift-giving forces didn't specify clearly, but only hinted, then he would pretend that he didn't understand and dragged on.

But don't panic, as I expected... Zhao Rong nodded slightly under the gaze of the old man. At the same time, he turned his head nonchalantly, and comforted Gu Yiwu and other students who were also puzzled.

Zhou Dufu said directly without breaking away from the water:
"I hope that Young Master Zhao and all the young masters can abide by their duties and obey the destiny. For the ceremony of enshrining Chan, just do your best during the ceremony. As for the result, you don't need to give charcoal or icing on the cake. I implore Mr. Zhao...to be fair and just!"

The rich old man's back was straight and his voice was tough. At this time, his words resounded powerfully in the open-air restaurant, "So, I will never hinder you from offering the Zen gift."

The whole place was silent.

Gu Yiwu and the students couldn't help looking at Zhao Rong again... Please give gifts to us to be fair?Cough, Ziyu, this strange request is also expected by you?
Zhao Rong ignored them at this time, but watched Zhou Dufu silently for a while, raised the wine glass in his hand to drink, thought for a while, and put down the wine glass again.

He nodded slowly and said nothing.

He slowly picked up the wine jug beside him, and filled Zhou Dufu's glass with his own hands.

Putting down the jug, Zhao Rong got up, turned his head and left the open-air restaurant, and went to lead the dragon horse.

Zhao Qian'er, Su Qingdai, Gu Yiwu and other students got up immediately to follow.

Everyone exchanged glances a few times, followed Zhao Rong on his horse without saying a word, and drove away with his whip.

The figures of Zhao Rong and others disappeared on the official road.

Only a warrior toasting and drinking alone and an old horse grazing on the roadside were left behind...

"Ziyu, shall we leave now?"

"Why don't we stay for dinner?"

"........."

"Let's go, let's go to Hanjing. Time is running out for this trip to Dali. Let's quickly hold the Fengchan ceremony and return to the academy as soon as possible. This place...is really not suitable for staying for a long time."

"Okay, listen to your Ziyu! Hey, wait, Ziyu, what is that little blue book you just accepted? It must be some secret book of unrivaled powers, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's a serious thing for a serious person."

"Yes... how serious is it?"

"Diary. A diary written by a warrior."

Gu Yiwu, everyone: (*)
Simply irrefutable.

…………

Half a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Rong and his party met a group of officials who had been waiting for a long time on the official road more than ten miles away from Hanjing.

Among them was a plump and beautiful woman whom Zhao Rong and the others were quite familiar with, Snow Silkworm.

She bowed with some officials of the court ceremony:
"Mr. Zhao, gentlemen, the Young Emperor and the Empress Dowager Dugu have heard that you have arrived today, and have held a grand welcome ceremony for you outside Hanjing. We welcome you from ten miles away. Gentlemen, please put on your formal attire..."

Zhao Rong squinted his eyes and glanced at the front where the sound of gongs and drums and horseshoes was indistinct, and he nodded slightly, "I'm sorry."

Not long after, Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and the others changed into Confucian uniforms, dressed neatly, and rode away with whips on their horses.

…………

A crisp autumn morning.

Duyou City, the four prefectures of the Taiqing Dynasty.

On a cliff peak in the center, there is a brand new ancient platform.

The reason why it is brand new is because of monthly renovations.

At this time, on the Qingyun Terrace, which is the permanent venue for the high-level competition in Taiqing Mansion, not even a trace of mountain breeze can slip in, and the atmosphere is extremely quiet.

But on the brand-new high platform about a mile in size, there are hundreds of figures in white clothes standing upright at this moment.

Or the white clothes and the sword are cold and evil, or the flagon is hanging casually, or barefoot and empty fisted, or the long hair is fluttering and elegant.

All are silent.

More than half of the students from the four prefectures of the Taiqing Dynasty looked at a magnificent figure on a certain fighting platform with different eyes.

It's obviously the same white robe with sword patterns from the Taiqing Mansion, but it's different when she wears it.

It's not amazing, it's not good-looking.

Instead, people are subconsciously attracted at a glance, and the more you look at it, the more eye-catching, but you can't figure out what she is thinking. It makes people feel itchy, but they are persuaded by her coldness, and they dare not approach.

On the Qingyun Terrace, there are competition platforms with engraved magic circles one after another. The owner of this dazzling and tall figure is standing gracefully on the largest competition platform in the center.

Her long and narrow autumn eyes are like rippling autumn water, and there is a hazel tear mole under her left eye, which is known to everyone in the Taiqing Mansion.

At this time, many martial arts arenas have been seriously damaged and need to be repaired. These arenas are carefully built with special spiritual materials and have many shocking scars.

It is unbelievable that what is going on right now is a quasi-life-and-death battle for the students of Haoran Realm in the whole prefecture.

Right now, the competition at Qingyuntai, which determines the distribution of cultivation resources and status in the next few months, is coming to an end, and almost all eyes of the audience are on the unharmed and deserted woman.

The rest who didn't go to see her were either Fusheng who had already been defeated and resigned from the stage, or they were closing their eyes and meditating when they were about to take the stage.

In the midair of the Qingyun Terrace, there are monks in Tsing Yi who are in charge of recording or making judgments, holding a pen book, or a strangely shaped mirror, flower, water and moon magic weapon, with keen eyesight to observe every move on the stage.

On the clouds at the high altitude of Qingyuntai, there are nine hazy figures, either sitting or standing on the clouds, all looking down at the situation below.

In the field of vision of everyone in Qingyuntai, the blurred figures of these people can be vaguely seen that they seem to be dressed in different clothes. Some old mansion students who are familiar with the Taiqing mansion can look up from time to time, and they can almost distinguish the figures of these people on the cloud from those in the mansion. Or some important people in Duyou City successfully corresponded.

For example, the figure among the nine people in the cloud is the only one sitting behind the table, and it is likely to be the palace master.

It's just that at this moment, like most of the students from the four prefectures on the Qingyun Terrace, the smiling eyes of the nine big figures on the cloud all fell on the biggest fighting stage, and the one that would only resound through the audience was hers. The proud daughter of Xiaoyao Mansion with a single name.

"clang--!"

"No. 17 fights, the winner is Concubine Zhao Ling!"

"..."

"clang--!"

"No. 18 fights, the winner is Concubine Zhao Ling!"

"..."

"clang--!"

"No. 19 fights, the winner is Concubine Zhao Ling!"

"..."

The hoarse voice of the middle-aged referee in Tsing Yi shattered the silent and frozen atmosphere on the stage time and time again.

"This Qingyuntai year-end competition, the last battle of Jiazitai, both sides of the battle, Concubine Zhao Ling, Ji Qianyi, please prepare, it will start on time after half a stick of incense!"

The silent atmosphere on the Qingyun Terrace eased a little after the referee in Tsing Yi announced a short break.

It's just that everyone's eyes didn't move away much.

Among the crowd in the auditorium, You Fusheng couldn't help whispering.

A new student who had just entered Fuyao Mansion opened his eyes today, and finally saw the rumored picture of the past with his own eyes.

"This is the senior sister Zhao you are talking about? Why do you feel that other senior brothers and sisters are too...too fast."

"Because they are facing Senior Sister Zhao."

A junior junior sister raised her head proudly for the person she had admired for a long time.

"She is still in Grand Virtue, who dares to fight for the first place?"

There was a Fusheng who was also in the Grand Realm, the atmosphere was dignified, and he looked at Concubine Zhao Ling with complicated eyes.

"Hey, tell me, can Ji Gan beat Concubine Zhao Ling?"

"Difficult, but there is hope."

"I hope, hey, it's simply a monster. By the way, how come Fairy Zhao hasn't broken through the realm? It's been a year, and she's still staying in the Haoran realm to oppress us. This kind of monster feels like entering the realm of heaven."

"I heard that Concubine Zhao Ling had some serious problems in her cultivation, so she hasn't broken through for a long time."

"You fucking call this a big problem? So far none of us can stand in front of her for more than ten breaths."

"...Maybe she wants to stay in the country and accumulate a lot of money."

"The sword energy is already so strong, and it is still accumulated..."

"Hey, wait a little longer, she won't stay in Haoran Realm all the time, the first person who is anxious is probably the Palace Master, when Tianzhi arrives, those brothers and sisters who are also evil will probably be able to overwhelm her ...As for us, don't even think about it."

"Hmph, we haven't fought yet, how do you know Brother Ji can't win."

The students of Haoran Jingfu looked at each other in blank dismay and remained silent.

There were also old fritters from Xiaoyao, Taiyi, and Kunpeng's Tianzhi Realm who were chatting and chatting, looking at the lonely woman on the stage, either showing admiration or deep fear.

"Heh, it seems that this year, Junior Sister Zhao has won the championship again among the juniors and juniors in the Grand Virtue Realm. The No. [-] Tianjiao in the Grand Virtue Realm for two consecutive years, the little juniors who are men will have their heads trampled under their feet again. .”

"Well, I think it's about bowing down to Pomegranate's skirt. I guess every man has this kind of thought, but I heard that it's impossible. It seems that the famous flower has an owner."

"Is this still using 'look'? You can use your thumbs to figure it out. Junior Sister Zhao has a sword like armor, who can flick her tassel in this realm, Taoist and martial arts, unless they have a legendary physique, they don't need to compare to know the result.

"And among the students of Xiaoyao Mansion's Haoran Realm Sword Cultivator this year, there is only her first-class sword, which is already the ceiling of the ceiling of combat power. Who the hell can beat her?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, a first-class sword, usually a natal flying sword under the first-class armor, we in Xiaoyao Mansion probably only produce one every four or five years. This is still a collection of talents from the whole continent. In the year, Xiaoyao Mansion actually had a handle every one or two years, it seems that the great world rumored on the mountain has really come."

"That's right, at present, all the students in Xiaoyao Mansion, counting this junior sister Zhao, only have three first-class swords, but I don't know the specific rank of this rare first-class sword owned by Junior Martial Zhao. Will you... go to Jiazhong?"

Somewhere the air in the auditorium was silent for a moment.

"...It should be...impossible, the two existences in Xiaoyao Mansion are only 'under the armor'."

"Wait, the first-class sword, Taiqing Xiaoyao Mansion may have more than three handles. I heard that among the new students in Xiaoyao Mansion, there seems to be another evildoer with a first-class sword. And... a junior sister."

The atmosphere was silent again.

"who is it!"

"It seems that the surname is also Zhao, called... Zhao Qian'er."

Someone whispered: "Concubine Zhao Ling's junior sister has a personal servant girl who is also called Zhao Qian'er who is also practicing in the mansion."

"........."

"This... is outrageous." You Tianzhi Jingfu couldn't help but said.

Those powerful people in the clouds seem to be talking at the moment, and their admiring gazes are cast on the autumn-eyed woman below from time to time.

At this moment, half a stick of incense has arrived.

"clang--!"

The audience fell silent.

In the admiration and yearning eyes of the younger brothers and younger sisters.

In the eyes of the students of the same class who are mixed with loss, frustration and admiration.

Under the admiration and admiration of the powerful Yunyun and senior brothers and sisters.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling on the A-brand fighting platform seemed a little strange, but in fact she was a little strange from the very beginning.

I saw that under the attention of all the people, she never closed her eyes to rest or move her eyes around. Instead, she raised her head and looked up at the rare bright autumn day in the clear sky.

With a cold demeanor, she squinted slightly under the sunlight, bit her lip with her white teeth, and was slightly lost in thought.

At this time the clock rang, and after Ji Ganyi solemnly stepped onto the stage, Concubine Zhao Ling's head slowly returned to normal.

Then, the air in Qingyun Terrace seemed to freeze for a moment...

After twenty breaths.

"Jiazitai, No. 20 fights, the winner... Concubine Zhao Ling!"

On the clouds, the old figure sitting upright among the nine people rolled up his sleeves and said succinctly:

"This time, in the mansion's year-end Qingyun Grand Competition, the winner, Concubine Zhao Ling, has won the No. [-] pride in the Haoran Realm again and again! Reward!"

The voice of the old man with a blurred face was calm, but like a grand bell, it vibrated through the high platform on the top of the mountain, and even spread down the mountain without diminishing its lingering prestige.People from most places in Taiqing Mansion could hear it, and turned their heads towards Qingyuntai in surprise.

At this moment, before Palace Master Taiqing's lingering voice fell completely, under countless wide-eyed gazes, Concubine Zhao Ling turned around without hesitation, and moved lightly with lotus steps.

In the bright autumn sunshine, she didn't even look at the defeated general Ji Ganyi behind her who seemed to be lost in a trance, and didn't listen to the applause that came like a tsunami in the next second, and left Qingyuntai calmly .

Concubine Zhao Ling turned her back to the hustle and bustle, and stepped down the steps.

On a certain step, she stomped her feet slightly, raised her head again, narrowed her long eyes, and looked at the bright Qiuyang.

"Nuan, it's just...why haven't you come back... Well, I'm going to dry the quilt for my husband."

The corners of Concubine Zhao Ling's lips curved suddenly, she nodded lightly, raised her hand to put the blue silk behind her ears, she jumped up unconsciously with slender steps, and went down the mountain with some joy...

On the Qingyun Terrace, many people hadn't realized it yet, and they all turned their heads to see Concubine Zhao Ling's slender back going away.

However, they are no strangers to this 'snow lotus' in Xiaoyao Mansion that tramples all the men of the same class under their feet and can be seen from a distance and cannot be played with. They can only watch her go away silently.

Moreover, Concubine Zhao Ling, who was descending the mountain at this time, also turned her back to them, and she couldn't see her expression at this time, which was completely different from the previous morning.

It's just that there are still quite a few men who habitually stare at the beautiful woman with beautiful autumn eyes in a trance. For some reason, they feel suspicious and strange feelings that seem to have no reason.

Just like a little girl who runs to buy candy immediately after class in a common market school, she is jumping with short legs, thinking that the steps are too wide, one step is too short, and two steps are too long, so she jumps ?Well, it must have been dazzled...

(End of this chapter)