i have a sword fairy

Chapter 445 Bamboo horses are second-class again, sword chant ten thousand miles
After closing the door of Xia Chong Zhai, the atmosphere in the hall is slightly gloomy and dilapidated.

There were obviously a large group of people sitting or standing in the hall, but they deliberately relaxed their breathing and did not make any sound.

They stared at the woman in the center who had just whispered the word 'A class' without blinking their eyes.

This woman looks like she has lost her figure, with a pair of long autumn eyes, under which there is a faint mole of tears, delicate and beautiful, and extremely beautiful.

At this time, it is the focus of everyone's eyes in the hall.

She was wearing an alizarin blue fairy dress mowing the ground. The skirt was embroidered with a pattern of Chiba begonias with gold and silver threads as thin as fetal hair. The embroidery was decorated with thousands of North Sea pearls. The Lingyun pattern is woven with dark gold thread.

The broken beads and tassels adorning the skirt of this autumn-eyed woman are like twinkling stars, shining like flowing clouds.

On her arm is a light smoked silk that is about ten feet long, and it is firmly fixed in the arm of the lotus root arm with gold inlaid jade.

The girl with autumn eyes has three thousand blue silks, and her hair accessories are cumbersome. One of the purple ribbons tied with her hair occasionally has a few wisps of purple air rising, which is very conspicuous.

She seems to have specially prepared makeup and clothing for the dinner party, dignified and refined, immortal and expensive.

At this moment, the beautiful woman with autumn eyes ignored others, and after whispering to the young Confucian scholar beside her, she turned her head back, closed her autumn eyes, and raised her sharp chin slightly.

The slender, handleless sword that had appeared one foot above her left shoulder before was now swimming to the position above the right shoulder of the woman with autumn eyes—something invisible to the naked eye seemed to be floating there.

Qingmei avoided that air, and spun around it back and forth!

The two melodious sword chants that appeared before have disappeared, but the girl with autumn eyes is sitting upright at this moment, raising her head and closing her eyes.

She seemed to be listening to something very carefully, motionless, like a statue of a goddess on the top of a cliff.

In the silent hall, a needle can be heard.

At the door, the man holding his chest turned his head and ears, and listened intently.

Zhao Qian'er, who stood up abruptly, had also suppressed the excitement on her little face. At this moment, she was holding the handle of the sword around her waist tightly, raising her head vigorously, biting her lips as if listening, but the little girl was still blushing, with small breasts. It fluctuated greatly, as if it was difficult to suppress a certain emotion.

In Xia Chong Zhai, apart from the three Jianxiu who happened to be all surnamed Zhao, Zhao Rong and everyone else were very puzzled.

They tried to imitate the predecessors and listened carefully, but after a while, they opened their eyes again, and the eyes were even more puzzled and curious.

Because apart from the slight breathing sounds of everyone in the hall, where is there any other sound?
Although they were puzzled, their attention was quickly diverted, and their eyes were focused on... Concubine Zhao Ling's exposed jade skin.

At this moment, the orange light that set off the drowsy atmosphere also fell on her delicate oval face and thin neck revealing fair skin, but it gave people a sense of unparalleled brilliance.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that Concubine Zhao Ling's snow-white skin was emitting a hazy pale light.

Just like the Nine Heavens Xuannv who came down to the mortal world under the moonlight, she is holy and unparalleled.

It makes people feel ashamed, and it is difficult to give birth to any profane meaning.

Fan Yushu, Jia Tengying, Li Xueyou, Jing Zi and others were amazed.

Zhu Yourong looked at the girl with autumn eyes who looked like a goddess, her eyes flickered.

A certain little fox monster was holding a small rice bowl, tilting its head and staring blankly.

The miraculous vision on Concubine Zhao Ling's tender body stunned everyone on the field for a moment.

She has a beautiful side face, and she has a strange look of looking up and listening, which makes people feel holy, unfathomable, and inviolable...

However, unlike other people's respect or solemnity, Zhao Rong's face was slightly startled at this time.

He wanted to cast his eyes down, but held back.

Under the table, a certain plain hand quietly stretched out just now, and took the initiative to grab Zhao Rong's right hand resting on his lap.

It was Qingjun's hand.

He is very familiar.

Zhao Rong didn't look down, just kept silent, turned his right hand and interlocked with her fingers.

Then he felt her hand clasped tighter and tighter, and it was still... trembling slightly.

The young Confucian scholar took a look at the lady's exquisite and beautiful side face with closed eyes, and her seemingly dignified and calm expression.

Suddenly, he laughed a little.

Qing Jun has been beautiful since she was a child, and she is so beautiful that people at first glance will naturally think that she is as excellent and perfect as a goddess, cold and unpredictable, and her IQ is as enchanting as her talent in cultivation.

This is also the first subconscious impression of most people in the world when they see someone with an outstanding appearance like Qingjun.

Just like those students in the Taiqing Mansion think so, they have always regarded her as the deserted and hazy white moonlight...

Just like the people who are being suppressed at this moment.

However, only Zhao Rong, who is her bamboo horse husband, knows that besides being good-looking, introverted and desolate, Qingjun is extremely powerful in cultivation and jealousy, and there is not much difference between Qingjun and the noble ladies of the same age in the wealthy family at the foot of the mountain.

She is also a 17-year-old young girl who can be pregnant, shy, and homesick. She is also a little woman who needs the protection and love of her husband. She also has an ordinary and cute side.

It's just that since he went to the mountain to practice, he has taken too many burdens, so he can only be strong alone, and gradually becomes indifferent on the outside, hiding his weak appearance from outsiders.

But in Zhao Rong's eyes, she will always be the one who followed behind when she was a child, holding up the hem of the Confucian skirt with one hand, and holding the butterfly kite high with the other, calling him in front of him happily and anxiously, "slow down, wait for me." ' the crying little girl.

It will always be on Dongli Xiaozhu's bed during the day, the shy lady who weakly shouts "Don't look at it, don't look at it like this" and she will pant softly if she pushes it a few times... Well, Once Zhao Rong intentionally tried to get away with bad intentions, she would continue to close her eyes and groan like a piggy to resist for a few times, then suddenly reacted, then opened her beautiful eyes and hurriedly stretched out her hands to pull him, and then the two bare hands were dead. Hold his head tightly, afraid that his bad husband will really dare to leave her...

At this moment, Zhao Rong sensed Concubine Zhao Ling's nervousness, maybe he was still a little scared that he couldn't believe that the bamboo horse could return to first class again?Fear is nothing.

Although she has never mentioned in front of Zhao Rong that the bamboo horse is because of him, but now it seems that Qingjun still likes this little guy after all, just like Qingmei.

After all, it is a spiritual existence that must be accompanied for a lifetime, so how can we not care about it.

In Qingjun's mind, he should be like her child, you can get the general idea by looking at the names of the two swords.

It's just that Qingjun is afraid that he will blame himself, so he never mentions bamboo horses.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, and shook the lady's slightly trembling plain hands with his hands.

He turned his head immediately and asked:

"Shopkeeper, this glass of wine..."

Zhao Xifu was hugging his chest and closing his eyes, but did not open them. His face seemed to show some impatience, and he interrupted:
"This is your wine, it has nothing to do with me, if you have a problem with drinking, don't come to Xia Chong Zhai."

Zhao Rong was startled and nodded.

He glanced at the duplicity shopkeeper.

He tightened his grip on the lady's hand again, and the latter seemed to feel more at ease under his comforting company, her bare hands no longer trembled.

Zhao Rong raised his eyes and looked at the side face of the lady with her eyes closed.

At this moment, her skin was shrouded in a layer of hazy moonlight that was getting brighter and brighter.

Holy and dignified, inviolable.

He suddenly asked: "Qing Jun, you... what are you listening to?"

Concubine Zhao Ling did not open her eyes, but her red lips parted slightly, and said seriously: "It's Jian Yin, Brother Rong, the bamboo horse is... sword singing again, it... it is very happy."

Sword Yin?What kind of voice is this, why didn't I hear it... Before Zhao Rong was more confused, the sword spirit in his heart said:
"The birth of every first-class sword in this world is an exquisite good fortune. Once a first-class sword appears in the world, it will emit a "sword chant" that will spread thousands of miles. The higher the rank of a first-class sword, The farther away the sound of the sword chant became, the louder it became.

"Well, it's actually the second sword chant just now. It's just that you non-sword cultivators can't hear it anymore except for the beginning. In fact, the sword chant of this bamboo horse has never stopped. The farther it gets, the louder it gets, but only the sword cultivator who owns the Flying Sword can hear it... the sword cultivators within thousands of miles can hear it."

Zhao Rong frowned suddenly, sword cultivators within thousands of miles?

Just not waiting for him to worry, Gui continued to say in a lazy tone:

"Speaking of it, this can be regarded as the old tradition of Xuanhuang Sword Cultivator. It is difficult to hide the first-class sword in this world. Once the sound of sword chant comes out, nearby sword cultivators will stop and listen carefully.

"Not only is it a tribute to a sword fairy embryo who may climb to the top of the mountain in the future, but it can also benefit the way of swordsmanship, and even if the way of swordsmanship has reached a certain level, the first sword chant from this first-class sword can also be used. Here, I heard something interesting...

"This kind of vision, I have seen some ancient books call it 'Wan Jian Qi Yin'. This name is interesting and quite specific. Because the first sword chant of the first-class sword can be passed down countless times. Thousands of miles, to a certain extent, it is because it transmits a certain kind of strange vibration, which makes the nearby sword cultivators and flying swords vibrate and sing according to its frequency, and they are infected one after another, so they transmit this frequency, spreading more and more widely... "

Zhao Rong suddenly said: "Resonance effect?"

"What resonance effect?"

"It's okay, you continue."

Gui paused: "So, this is also the reason why only sword cultivators can hear the sound of this sword chant. Those who don't have a flying sword of their own will just listen... Forget it, you won't understand if you talk too much." Its tone was somewhat Proud.

The corner of Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched. This young master not only understands, but can also help you with basic lessons. For example, the reason why the sword chant of this first-class sword can be transmitted is because the sound is transmitted by vibration...

He pouted slightly, and asked again, "Then why didn't you tell me before?"

Poison tongue sword spirit: "Is it necessary? Ninety-nine percent of you can't conceive a first-class sword. Talking about it is useless."

Zhao Rong: "..."

He couldn't help but secretly said in his heart: Ninety-nine percent, isn't there still a chance? You, a stinky sword spirit who wants the sword master to die, wait for me. Sooner or later, I will teach you to shut up and shout honestly Owner……

Where can I know that people's hearts are sinister? A certain young Confucian scholar is already planning how to train it after the future... Now, it thought for a while, and said:
"Besides, first-class swords are rare in the world, and it is even more rare to meet them by chance. How could I know that your wife has such a life of rejuvenation, and you happened to bump into it? Tsk tsk, this glass of wine is exactly what I thought That's not easy..."

This wine... Zhao Rong couldn't help frowning.

During the short speech between the two, the scene on the field has changed a lot.

The moonlight on Concubine Zhao Ling's body became more and more intense, and the brilliance flowed on her jade-like white and crystal clear skin.

The unparalleled fairy dress on the woman's body is also shining brightly and dazzingly, and a small crystal sword as thin as a girl is spinning on her right shoulder, becoming more and more joyful.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body is carved like a night pearl that has been bred for thousands of years in the Beihai Guixu.

The hazy, milky white light even replaced the orange candlelight, spreading over every corner of the hall!
When everyone saw it, a word popped up in their hearts: beauty.

It can also be said that Bi people.

It is said that a woman is as beautiful as jade, and the vision on Concubine Zhao Ling's delicate body at this time can be said to be worthy of the name in a certain sense, the ancients were sincere and did not deceive others.

Zhao Rong was also a little stunned, because this scene is really a bit miraculous.

It is said that the lady will transform into a fairy who is too forgetful and ascend to the nine heavens in the next second, right?No, he has to grab his wife. If he can't drag her, cough cough, can he bring his husband and his family up together?
Gui knows someone very well, and it tutted: "Don't worry about it, she is being tempered by some unknown sword law, transforming and sublimating her body. A spectacle."

"Unknown sword law?"

"It's the kendo rules involved in the new natal supernatural power of this Hsinchu horse. Right now, I can't see what it is specifically, whether it involves some strange fields. If this is the second time to enter the first class, the new natal supernatural power is related to some powerful or peculiar ones. If it is related to the field, then it can make a lot of money. Tsk tsk, I have only heard about this second-class flying sword, but I have never seen it with my own eyes, as expected of you... my lady."

"..." Zhao Rong thought he was going to praise him, so he knew it.

Afterwards, the sword spirit was like a treasure:
"For first-class swords and special second-class swords, in addition to the characteristics of massive spiritual storage and great power, their most fundamental and unique ability is the supernatural power of life, which determines the... upper limit of this sword.

"The natal supernatural power of each first-class sword is unique, and it will be irreversibly determined when the first-class sword is just born, and these visions of the first-class sword are essentially shaped by the natal supernatural power. Caused by the law of kendo.

"This is the case with the divine splendor on your lady. The first-class sword is nourished in the heart lake, shuttles through it, alternates between virtual and real, and has all sorts of strange natal supernatural powers. Sword repairers can control them all because of the soul-condensing and quenching body of the first-class sword when it was born. Under the washing of the corresponding kendo rules, the sword cultivator's physique gradually adapted to the supernatural power of the natal flying sword."

Zhao Rong understood immediately, and he carefully looked at Qing Jun who was undergoing the body tempering ceremony.

It turned out that she was being shrouded in some kind of special kendo law.

However, at this moment, beads of sweat were appearing on Qing Jun's forehead, his pretty face lost all color and became even whiter, as if he was bearing something.

But she tried her best to suppress it, with a calm expression.

Gui looked outside through the brow chakra, and became more and more interested the more he looked:
"Look at the situation, under the effect of that glass of wine, this bamboo horse has been shaped by certain kendo rules. It seems that it has been promoted to the first class again. Tsk tsk, you lady, counting this time, it should be the third time. Use the law of the sword to temper the body, right?
"Although the effect of tempering the body is only incidental, mainly to match the supernatural powers, but the body tempered by the law of the sword three times... This physique... I guess it has surpassed many martial arts at the same level. It is really more popular than others."

Zhao Rong remained silent, and looked at Concubine Zhao Ling intently, always caring.

Gui glanced at him again, and encouraged him:

"Zhao Rong, hurry up and ask your wife to show this bamboo horse. I can't see it more clearly due to the restriction of my soul and body. You let her take it out, and I will take a closer look. Hey, I always feel that this sword is a little bit Unusual, the things flowing on her body are a bit like the manifested river of time..."

Zhao Rong still ignored it, under the table, his hand interlocked with Qing Jun's bare hand full of brilliance.

She should be enduring some kind of pain, her fingertips turned white at this moment.

But it seemed that he was afraid of pinching him, and the clasped hands loosened forcefully, twitching slightly.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

In turn, he held her tightly with his big hands.

Zhao Xifu leaned against the door with his chest folded, and was tilting his head to listen to the chanting of the sword. He glanced at the closed wooden door in the dark night, and then turned his head to look at the bright and moving "jade man" in the hall.

The man in charge looked at the air above Concubine Zhao Ling's right shoulder, and reached out to touch his bearded chin, "The little guy's voice is quite loud, and this scene is quite loud."

This is definitely not the formation that ordinary first-class swords would have, because this 'sword chant' has been spread for nearly ten thousand miles, and it still has some momentum!

At this time in Xia Chong Zhai, everyone's attention was focused on Concubine Zhao Ling.

As time passed, at a certain moment, Concubine Zhao Ling's body was at its peak, and immediately she closed her eyes and took a deep breath as if she had finally overcome a certain difficult hurdle.

Afterwards, the divine brilliance flowing on her body melted into her skin as if sinking into the bottom of the water, and the radiance on her skin gradually faded.

Not long after, the woman with autumn eyes began to breathe steadily, and the stiff plain hand that was trying to relax, also moved again, and took the initiative to hold someone...

Concubine Zhao Ling felt the warmth of her husband's palm for a while.

At a certain moment, she stood up gently.

Raise your hand.

Gently twist one end of the ribbon between the hair with two fingers.

A pull.

The purple air ribbon slowly fell.

Three thousand blue silks sprinkled down like a waterfall.

The purple air scattered in all directions, churned violently, and condensed in an instant.

Ding dong——!
Accompanied by a crisp sound like water dripping out of stone.

Above the right shoulder of the woman with autumn eyes.

A purple sword hangs upside down.

It's called a bamboo horse.

The bamboo horse of childhood sweetheart.

　This chapter has been in a small black room for a while, and it has just been released. . .a little late. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)